Dyed

Fu Ran felt that it was cold outside, so she put on her coat, "If I don't make money, I will starve to death."

Mingzheng smiled slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "I have money, at least I can ensure that you have no worries about food and clothing."

The same words brought back the hidden memory in her heart, she remembered that Ming Chengyou had told her before.

Compared with Ming Zheng, his tone was more domineering and condescending, he was that kind of person, he was arrogant and didn't know how to restrain himself, but at that time he lived quite comfortably.

"Xiao Ran?"

Ming Zheng called her.

Fu Ran regained consciousness, "I have to go home."

"Let's have a meal together."

Fu Ran wanted to decline, but Ming Zheng had already pushed her into the passenger seat.

While fastening her seat belt, she glanced around, "There won't be any reporters. If we are photographed together, we will have to make a fuss."

"This turmoil has passed long ago, can you still stare at us every day without eating?"

"That's right." Fu Ran was absent-minded, Ming Zheng turned on the stereo, and a song "the well" with a tune close to sadness flowed in a small space.

She could hear news about Ming Chengyou from the news one after another. In short, everything was not going well with him.

In the first few days after the marriage contract was called off, Fu Ran was also in a bad mood. Various newspapers made her feel as miserable as possible.

There is even a special column that invites someone to write a serial article. If you pay attention to the heroine in it, you can naturally see that Fu Ran is the prototype.

"What to eat?"

Ming Zheng turned his head to see her silent, and patted the back of her head with his palm, "Why are you always distracted, who are you thinking about?"

"Whatever, but I don't want to eat Western food."

What Mingzheng took Fu Ran to was a famous Sichuan restaurant. The night breeze was cool, and this climate was most suitable for eating spicy food.

Fu Ran looked up and saw the bright red signboard, the four big characters of Chuanshu family were enough to whet one's appetite, she followed Mingzheng to the lobby, oh, the business is really booming.

A black car was parked on the side of the road.

The assistant who was driving looked behind him cautiously.

Ming Chengyou was in a deep sleep, but his brows were tightly furrowed, and his suit jacket covered his shoulders. The female secretary in the passenger seat stretched out her hand and pushed him, "Third Young Master?"

He opened his eyes sleepily.

"Get out of the car and have something to eat."

Ming Chengyou pressed two fingers between his brows, looked up out of the window, and saw that there was a restaurant at the intersection with good business, "Let's go, I invite you to eat Sichuan cuisine."

Fu Ran's mouth hair was full of blood, and it was so spicy that he poured cold water straight on.

The waiter led the three of them to the only empty table, and Ming Chengyou asked the female secretary to take the order. From the corner of his eye, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure.

He looked sideways, it was a coincidence that Fu Ran and Ming Zheng were beside him.

Fu Ran was belatedly aware and hadn't discovered it yet.

Ming Zheng's eyes meet Ming Chengyou through the figure of the waiter standing aside waiting to order.

The two looked at each other coldly, but neither of them said hello.

Ming Zheng picked up a chopsticks dish and sent it to Fu Ran's bowl as if nothing happened.

Ming Chengyou's eyes followed him to Fu Ran.

She was so hot that she was sweating all over, and kept flapping her palms around her mouth, which happened to be her favorite mouthful.

Mingzheng's smile gradually stained the bottom of his eyes, and he took out a tissue to wipe off the oil stains from the corners of her mouth.

Fu Ran paused for a moment while chewing, and took the tissue in his hand with an embarrassed expression, "I'll do it myself."

The moment he raised his head, he felt a scorching gaze from the opposite side.

Fu Ran was caught off guard and confronted Ming Chengyou, so startled that he choked on a mouthful of hot pepper, bent over and coughed violently.

His mouth and even his nasal cavity were scorching hot, Mingzheng hurriedly picked up the white water in her hand and handed it to her.

"Take a quick sip." The tall body immediately stood behind Fu Ran, patting her back lightly with his palm.

Many people heard the movement and looked over. Fu Ran covered her face with her hands, "I'm going to the bathroom."

After rinsing her mouth with cold water to relieve the spicy taste in her mouth, Fu Ran walked back to the main hall, just as the waiter was serving food to the table next to her.

Ming Chengyou raised one leg, and the platinum lighter in his hand knocked on the table and made a thumping sound.

He stared at Fu Ran without any disguise, revealing a hint of her elusive emotion.

"Are you okay?"

Facing Mingzheng's concern, Fu Ran shook her head, she sat back in her original seat, Mingzheng smiled and pointed at her, "It looks like my nose is red."

She reached out to touch the tip of her nose, even if she didn't raise her head, she could feel Ming Chengyou's gaze, as if she wanted to make a hole in her body.

Mingzheng continued to add vegetables to her bowl, but she lost interest, like a thorn in her back, tasteless.

Ming Chengyou clearly remembered what Fu Ran said before he left.

She said it wasn't because of Ming Zheng, it was just that she didn't love him.

But it wasn't long before they became a couple, showing their affection in front of others, and the pain in his heart overwhelmed his self-deception.

Fu Ran couldn't taste it in the end, she put down the chopsticks in her hand, "I'm done."

"Really?" Ming Zheng searched, "You didn't eat much."

"I had a hamburger in the studio in the afternoon."

The chopsticks in Ming Zheng's hand shuttled among the dishes on the table, "Then wait a while, I'm still hungry."

"Third Young Master, eat quickly after you've been working all day, you haven't even had a good lunch." The caring female secretary brought food for him, and Ming Chengyou ordered a bottle of wine.

Fu Ran felt like sitting on pins and needles, and finally waited until Ming Zheng finished eating.

He beckoned to pay.

The waiter picked up the bill on the table, "488 in total."

"And the table next to it." Ming Zheng took out his wallet.

The waiter walked over to look at the menu. Fu Ran saw him talking to Ming Chengyou and the others. Ming Chengyou immediately looked up at her and Ming Zheng with cold eyes.

A faint scar could be seen on the tip of the furrowed brow.

She quickly turned her eyes away.

The waiter returned to the table, "They said they don't need you to ask for it, they will pay for it themselves."

"Tell him," Mingzheng pointed at Chengyou with his fingers, "the money I saved for him can help him to toast a few more glasses of wine when he is making connections."

The waiter stood there in embarrassment.

Ming Zheng spoke very loudly, even the assistant and secretary sitting opposite Ming Chengyou looked up carefully at the man's expression.

Ming Chengyou turned a deaf ear and just took a sip of his wine.