Dyed

Although the blood stains could not be wiped off after they dried up, it was still possible to tell that Fu Ran was not injured.

Ming Zheng finally heaved a sigh of relief, and stroked her forehead with his palm.

Fu Ran pushed his hand away, "I'm fine."

"How dare you say it's okay?"

She looked around only to realize that this was not her door, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to find you," Ming Zheng folded his arms around his chest, leaning his slender body leisurely against the hood, with his right leg bent and raised.

He was in high spirits, and the smell of perfume on his body evaporated just right.

It was rare for Fu Ran to see him smile. He smiled very beautifully, like the smell of poppies in full bloom. "Xiaoran, I think we should find a place to have a drink."

Fu Ran couldn't hear the word "drinking" in her ears, and she subconsciously tightened her neckline, "You got what you wanted, so you should celebrate."

"You're wrong," Ming Zheng picked up the ginkgo leaves that fell beside him, "what I want is still floating outside."

He stretched out his hand to Fu Ran, "But I'm very happy that you can break off the engagement with Chengyou."

Fu Ran glanced at his outstretched palms, and she put her hands in her pockets, "A person should know how to be content, Luo Wenying is not bad."

"But I don't love her."

"But she's your fiancée."

Ming Zheng smiled and withdrew his hand, "If you are married, you can get divorced, let alone single?"

Fu Ran calmly imitated Ming Zheng and leaned beside him, "You have a problem with your attitude towards the marriage contract, and you will regret it sooner or later."

"Xiaoran, you know exactly who I want."

Fu Ran doesn't like this way of getting along with others, but Ming Zheng seems to be good at it.

"The heart grows in your chest, how would I know?"

Ming Zheng laughed out in a good mood, and he stretched out his hand to hold Fu Ran's hand in his pocket.

"It is widely rumored that the third young lady of Ming Dynasty abandoned her fiancé because of me. Why don't we put this rumor into practice?"

"Are you willing to give up the Luo family?"

"It's just a family affair."

Fu Ran withdrew her hand, "Brother, if I'm really with you, then I don't have to go out in the future, and I will definitely be drowned by spit stars."

"You always don't care about anything." Ming Zheng was wearing a thin suit jacket and shirt, and it was a little cold after standing in the wind for a long time. He took out his cigarette case and smoked a cigarette with familiar movements.

Fu Ran fixed her eyes on the corners of his tightly pursed lips, "Give me one too."

He squinted at her, "What did you say?"

"I want to smoke."

He raised his hand and slapped her on the back of the head, "This is not something a good girl should do."

"Don't you know? I've never hooked up with a good girl."

Mingzheng nodded with a smile, and handed the remaining half of the cigarette to Fu Ran, who took it and took a sip imitating the handsome appearance of the men.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

Ming Zheng raised his hand and patted her on the back, took the cigarette in her hand and threw it aside, "This kind of thing is not suitable for you."

The oppression accumulated in the chest gradually dissipated.

The implication in Ming Zheng's words was obvious, but as usual, no one said anything. Seeing that Fu Ran was not in a good mood, he said that he was not in a hurry for some things, "Can you still drive? Do you want me to take you back?"

"Need not."

When Mingzheng returned to the villa, he saw that the light in the master bedroom was on as usual.

After loosening his tie, he went upstairs, opened the door and saw Luo Wenying lying quietly on the bed with a book in her hand, and when she heard the movement at the door, she said without raising her head, "I'm back."

"Ah."

Their life is like a glass of plain water, tasteless.

He came home late, and she never asked him whether he was out for entertainment or just having fun.

Sometimes Ming Zheng even felt that she was so quiet that he was like air.

After taking a shower, he poured two glasses of red wine from the wine cabinet and handed one of them to Luo Wenying.

"Anything to celebrate?"

Mingzheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and brought the wine glass closer, "I just want to drink."

She smelled a woman's perfume on his body, which was different from yesterday's. Luo Wenying drank it down in one gulp, and handed the glass back to Ming Zheng.

He showed a faint smile, "It's not good for women to drink heavily."

It was probably the first time that he smiled so knowingly. Luo Wenying had to admit that he was outstanding in appearance, even though she was so cold-hearted, she couldn't help being intoxicated after drinking a glass of wine.

After Mingzheng went to bed, he watched the ball game and didn't feel sleepy until early morning, "Go to sleep."

Luo Wenying closed the book and turned off the bedside lamp.

Although they slept in the same bed, Ming Zheng never touched her.

The two of them had never slept close to each other. Luo Wenying remembered that once he slept badly, and when he woke up, he found his arms tightly around her waist.

At that time, the two separated quickly in embarrassment, so that they slept tremblingly for several nights.

The next day, Mingzheng agreed to send his mother Zhao Lan to Ming Yunfeng's tomb, and Luo Wenying was fine, so she accompanied her there.

They didn't expect to run into Li Yunling at this time, even though they wanted to avoid it, they still bumped into her.

Li Yunling stood at the entrance, her clothes were foggy, and she wore a well-designed hat.

Seeing that the original heavy faces of the three people became more and more ugly, Zhao Lan followed Ming Zheng, met on a narrow road, and unconsciously backed away.

Ming Zheng wrapped his arms around her waist, "Mom, you have been wronged for more than 20 years, now you don't need to live in her shadow anymore."

"Sure enough, I changed my identity, and even my tone of voice has changed."

"Mingzheng, let's go." Zhao Lan signaled Mingzheng to go aside.

Li Yunling finally seized the opportunity, how could she let it go easily, she saw the silent Luo Wenying next to her.

"If you want to say what kind of person can give birth to what kind of son, although Yunfeng has you outside, he will never admit your identity to others."

"And you, boss... don't think that with Fu Ran's blusher to help you, you can really get what you want, Wen Ying, check it out, the relationship between the boss and Fu Ran is unclear, and you are the only one who is bored Drum."

Li Yunling saw Ming Zheng's face getting more and more ugly, she moved closer to him and continued talking.

"Last night, Chengyou got drunk in Misty, and it was Fu Ran who sent him back to Yiyun Capital. They spent an hour alone in the room, and maybe the old relationship will rekindle."

Ming Zheng smiled without being angry, "According to Ming Chengyou's current situation, I think dealing with him is as easy as dealing with an ant. Li Yunling, the more you dare to provoke me, the more I will intensify my efforts to make your son nice!"

"you--"

Impulsively, Li Yunling slapped her.

Ming Zheng clasped her wrist with all his strength, "Don't think that I'm still that illegitimate child that you can play with in your hands!"

He shook off Li Yunling's hand, protecting Zhao Lan by his side, "Mom, let's go."

Luo Wenying glanced at Li Yunling deeply, and Ming Zheng's displeased voice came from the front, "Wen Ying, what are you still doing there?"

She nodded to Li Yunling as a greeting, and followed Ming Zheng's footsteps in two or three steps.

Li Yunling stood at the same spot and looked at the back of the three of them going to the cemetery. Yes, she was wrong. She thought that Ming Zheng had selfish intentions, but she never thought that this illegitimate child would have such great ability!

Luo Wenying stood in front of the tombstone, and Zhao Lan offered incense to Ming Yunfeng.

Since it was still early in the day and there were very few people in the cemetery, Mingzheng stood three steps away with a blank expression. After Zhao Lan said a few words, he waved to Mingzheng, "Come here, and enjoy the incense stick with your father."

Ming Zheng stood still.

Zhao Lan's gentle face was tense, "Ming Zheng!"

Luo Wenying saw Ming Zheng walking reluctantly.

"No matter how much resentment you have in your heart, at least he gave you what you wanted in the end."

Zhao Lan lit a stick of incense and handed it to Ming Zheng. She walked to Luo Wenying's side and patted her shoulder comfortingly.

"Wen Ying, don't take Li Yunling's words to heart. Our mother and son have always been the thorns in her heart. We don't want to get rid of them at any moment."

Mingzheng stood up after burning the incense, and said to the two behind him, "Let's go."

He didn't like to explain, and he didn't think it was necessary.

Fu Ran didn't get up until close to 11 o'clock. During this period, Chen's mother called her downstairs for breakfast more than once, but she was really sleepy.

Standing in front of the bright and clear mirror, Fu Ran's mouth was full of foam, and the movement of brushing his teeth slowed down moment by moment in a daze.

The sporadic memories of last night were spliced ​​into a clear R-rated picture, she covered her eyes, picked up the cup and rinsed her mouth vigorously.