Dyed

After Fu Ran checked the costumes for the performance in the dressing room, she turned left when she went out to find a horizontal corridor.

She walked to the end, and before she could turn the corner, she heard a male voice, carrying a familiar title into her ear.

"Third Young Master, it's not that I don't help, it's true that our company has no such plan."

"Mr. Li, you have always been interested in the new energy development project. If I remember correctly, you also said that this new project is very challenging."

Fu Ran poked her head out cautiously, and saw Ming Chengyou standing at the bathroom door.

Mr. Li looked embarrassed. He tried his best to avoid Ming Chengyou in the hall, but he didn't expect that Ming Chengyou was still pervasive.

"At that time, Cun Kun was still Mr. Ming...Indirectly speaking, you were the one who made the decision, and you proposed this project. With the promising prospects, I am of course willing to cooperate."

"It's still the same now, I have my own company." Ming Chengyou's tone was neither humble nor overbearing.

"It's different after all. Looking at the entire Ying'an City, who has the strength of Qiankun? Don't embarrass me, San Shao. If I choose to take this risk, it will definitely implicate my entire department. Hey, I'm sorry... "

The voice beside her ear suddenly disappeared, and Fu Ran heard a pattering sound.

She poked her head out again, and that Mr. Li had disappeared.

Ming Chengyou bent one leg and swung the lighter in his hand. Almost at the same time, he turned his head and met Fu Ran's gaze.

Ming Chengyou pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

Under his gaze, Fu Ran had no choice but to straighten her spine and walk out.

The man's eyes fixed on her, Fu Ran looked up and saw the toilet sign next to Ming Chengyou, also, now everyone is afraid to avoid him, the only place to talk is this.

Fu Ran pretended to be nonchalant and wanted to pass by Ming Chengyou, but was nailed by his gaze.

She felt uncomfortable, Ming Chengyou took out the cigarette case, took out the cigarette and lit it.

The familiar smell of smoke lingers in the nostrils, this smell is no stranger to Fu Ran, it belongs to Ming Chengyou.

The man took a sip, and countless smoke rings floated from his thin lips, through which he could see his handsome face with a lack of sex appeal.

"Hello, sir," the passing waiter stopped in front of Ming Chengyou, "This is a private club, no smoking."

He reached out to Ming Chengyou.

Ming Chengyou raised his eyebrows and glanced to the side. Even the blind could see the huge toilet sign.

Fu Ran slowed down, and the waiter's young and indifferent face showed a bit of snobbery.

Ming Chengyou was used to being domineering and domineering, and there were many people who felt guilty.

According to his previous temperament, he may throw a punch.

But Fu Ran saw that he shrugged indifferently, and handed the remaining half of the cigarette to the waiter.

Ming Chengyou's brows were furrowed, and although the corners of his lips were smiling, the hidden anger almost obliterated those black eyes.

Fu Ran also felt an inexplicable sense of powerlessness, and she strode away with her back turned.

She couldn't see Ming Chengyou's posture was ruined little by little in her eyes.

What's more, she has also witnessed this man's most comfortable time.

Ming Yunfeng held him as high as the sky, but when he fell down, he didn't give him a moment to adapt.

Fu Ran almost ran away.

She stood in the backstage of the hall, staring at the stage, but she was distracted.

Ming Zheng quietly approached Fu Ran after the dinner party, "There's no need to do everything by yourself."

She was taken aback, and she regained her composure when she stabilized her mind, "Naturally, you have to work hard to get money from others, so that you can return to business."

Ming Zheng handed her a glass of wine, "Go, I'll take you to play."

"playing what?"

"Dance."

Fu Ran frowned, "I won't go."

"If you don't go, you have to go. How long has it been since we danced together?" Ming Zheng ignored her wishes and almost dragged Fu Ran by his hand.

The elevator doors on the third floor are open, as if every private club has its own independent ballroom.

Fu Ran followed Ming Zheng, the first thing that caught his eyes was the whole floor-to-ceiling windows, huge sea blue, if this ballroom was on the top floor, he would be able to overlook the luxurious and splendid night view of the entire Ying'an City.

"Big boy."

"Boss." The people playing cards stood up and greeted him.

Kuangzi had a cigarette in his mouth, and the corner of his mouth was slightly tilted, so you could see him swallowing clouds and fog.

He let go of the cards in his hand, "Eldest and youngest are also interested in coming here."

"What a good ballroom has been ruined by you." Mingzheng took Fu Ran's hand naturally, but she also pushed it away naturally.

Instead of being angry, he smiled and went straight to the sofa.

Kuang Zi called the other tables to come over, "Just what's so good about our dance, it's just playing around."

The main reason is that after the one who loved dancing the most fell behind, the fun-loving ones also dispersed. It was just boasting that few people are good at walking horses, so it’s better not to have to fawn on them now.

"I'm interested today, how about some gestures?"

"Yo, it turns out that the young master is hiding something."

"How did you play before? Losing money? Women?" Ming Zheng raised his left leg, no different from the third young master at that time.

Kuangzi smiled ambiguously, "Woman? How dare you."

No matter the one in Mingzheng's family or Fu Ran who is beside him now, no one can afford it.

"Let Gu Yecheng make gestures with you? He dances well, and the third young master almost fell into his hands before." After Kuangzi finished speaking, he waved to the other side. Fu Ran noticed a man sitting in front of the bar by the window, and heard the words With a loud voice, the man called Gu Yecheng raised his glass in their direction.

It was her dance partner last time.

"Okay," Mingzheng readily agreed, "I haven't danced for many years, and I want to find someone who is a match for chess. If Chengyou is here, it will be very lively."

He looked at Kuangzi with a smile in his eyes.

Kuang Zi immediately understood, "Third Young Master is also here today, I just saw it in the lobby, how about I call him?"

"Don't force it."

Kuangzi stubbed out the cigarette and got up.

Fu Ran saw him walking out, and the voice that wanted to stop rushed to her throat and was not uttered in the end.

A kind of sadness mixed with contempt and disgust suddenly grew in my heart.

Not long after, Kuang Zi and Ming Chengyou walked into the ballroom one after the other, "Everyone applaud quickly, please, Third Young Master."

Fu Ran lowered her head, listening to the deafening applause.

She glanced at Ming Zheng from the corner of her eye, and saw that he was calm and keeping an elegant smile on his lips, obviously he was the one who provoked the matter but could stay out of it.

Kuang Zi returned to the center of the crowd, and the female companion next to her was still the same face as last time.

Ming Chengyou chose a seat at will.

"Tell me, what do you want to play?" He glanced past the others and landed on Ming Zheng.

"We two brothers don't need to talk like this." Although Mingzheng had a smile on his lips, Fu Ran could tell that the expressions of the two of them were not looking good.

Ming Chengyou sank into the sofa, with a kind of lazy aura, his eyes met Ming Zheng, and it was a bit like a peak duel.

"I think it's still the old rule. I'd like to bet 100 million on a dance and admit defeat," Kuang Zi picked up his wine glass and tapped on the tea table, "Third Young Master, you have a great dance, maybe you can win a lot of money tonight, and you can pay for it in a few months." Save it."