Dyed

On the way home, remembering that Song Zhi's birthday was still a few days away, Fu Ran went to the boutique to choose a gift for her.

Three days later, she really received a call from Song Zhi inviting her to her birthday.

Because the young couple earned less and formed a small family, Song Zhi didn't dare to spend as much as before.

It was agreed to invite Fu Ran and Qin Mumu to dinner at home.

When three friends who have known each other for more than ten years meet, they must talk a lot, and they have dinner until 10 o'clock.

Song Zhi nicknamed her husband Heping Man.

Heping Nan loves her very much, and almost doesn't let Song Zhi do any work, no, he will cover everything after dinner, cleaning up, washing dishes, and cutting fruits.

Qin Mumu received a call from her boyfriend, saying that she was waiting for her in Da Guangming Studios, and this time she threw away the bowl and directly favored sex over friends.

Fu Ran sat for another meeting and did not leave until 11 o'clock.

Song Zhi sent her to the intersection, and the cold day Fu Ran hurriedly let her go back first.

There was a parking lot in front of Song Zhi's house. Fu Ran's car was parked under the street light, and she saw that there seemed to be something wrong with the tire on the left front wheel just by the light.

When I got closer and took a closer look, I found that the tire was severely deflated, and it must have been pierced by something.

After squatting down, she took out her mobile phone to illuminate it, and she saw a nail.

Fu Ran thought she was unlucky, but luckily the way back was not too far away, let alone the elevated road, it should be fine.

She started the car and kept the speed at 40 yards.

Fu Ran looked forward intently, not daring to be careless.

The cell phone on the passenger seat suddenly rang.

She connected, "Hello?"

"Hey, Xiao Ran, you parked the car on the side of the road. Heping Man and I saw a car staring at you from my house. There must be something wrong with driving so slowly."

Fu Ran looked in the rearview mirror, and there was indeed a silver-gray sports car [-] meters behind her.

She hurriedly parked the car on the side of the road.

Fu Ran got out of the car and wanted to take a look, but suddenly heard the roar of the sports car accelerating.

It was like a straight line of lightning flashing past her eyes. Fu Ran was so startled that she hurriedly backed away, holding the car door with her palm.

Passing by like this, she didn't even see clearly whether it was a man or a woman sitting inside.

The wrist was strained too hard, and it hurt badly.

Song Zhi was quickly caught up with Heping's men's battery car, before the tires stopped, Song Zhi had already jumped off, "Xiaoran, are you alright?"

"I am fine."

The sports car is long gone.

"I think it's probably weird. Otherwise, why are you staring at your back? Could it be a midnight pervert?"

"You've watched too many movies." Fu Ran said so, but he still had lingering fears.

"What's wrong with the car, it's driving so slowly."

"The tire was punctured."

Song Zhi walked over and pulled out the car key, "There is a ghost in here, maybe the tire was punctured by that person just now, he will wait for the opportunity to do it, this won't work, I don't worry, just take a taxi back."

She asked Heping Nan to find a place to lock the battery car.

After standing in the cold wind for 10 minutes before getting a taxi, Fu Ran thought it would be fine, Song Zhi pulled Heping Nan into the car first.

"Zhizhi, I can go back by myself, don't you worry about that?"

"No," Song Zhi insisted, "I will take you home first, and then we will come back. I don't worry about you as a single woman."

Fu Ran couldn't help it, she smiled and sat in.

Between friends, sometimes you don't need too much politeness, Fu Ran felt very comforting, but then thought, who would follow her late at night?

Is it really like what Song Zhi said is a hooligan?

A gangster with a sports car?

The moonlight sprinkled coldly into the single-family villa, and the bright and pure colors were divided into red and blue.

The shining water made the floor tiles on both sides flicker non-stop, and the cool night breeze slid across the wide canna leaves in the distance, and then took advantage of the coldness to wait for an opportunity to move.

The sound of splashing water tore apart the silence of the night.

You Yingrui walked out of the room, shook her head and sighed softly.

She looked at the clock on the wall, it was 12 o'clock.

The bronze-colored skin of the man shuttled through the water, and the surroundings of the open-air swimming pool were inlaid with sky-blue tiles.

With such a light, even the water turns into a pleasing blue.

You Yingrui came to the edge of the pool and picked up the towel on the rattan chair.

The man swung his powerful arms and dived forward, and she followed his movements all the way forward.

The water splashed by the swing wet the white cotton slippers on You Yingrui's feet, and when he reached the finish line, he stretched his arms almost effortlessly, and jumped out of the water with his tall body.

You Yingrui quickly put a bath towel on his shoulders, "Swimming in the middle of the night, don't get cold."

"Why haven't you slept yet?"

"Can I sleep if you make such a big noise outside in the middle of the night?" The woman seemed to be offended, "Chengyou, don't you feel tired?"

"Should I be tired?"

You Yingrui had no choice but to punch him lightly on the back with her fist, "I owe you."

Li Yunling has been living in the villa on Nanche Road since Ming Yunfeng passed away, and she did not follow Ming Chengyou when he went abroad.

Close the door, listen to operas and grow flowers, enjoy yourself, and rarely go out to socialize and play cards.

It's not that she doesn't know what the outsiders are like, she can't bear the cynicism.

When Ming Chengyou took You Yingrui home, it happened that Li Yunling was learning a French dessert from Butler Xiao in the kitchen, "Butler Xiao is still very good at you, look at this posture."

"Ma'am, I learned this secretly from the chef there when I was in the capital of Yiyun. The third young master likes it the most..."

"mom."

Li Yunling put down her hands, turned around and left the kitchen, "You son of a bitch, you still know how to come back?"

You Yingrui followed him on his left with a smile on her face, "Auntie."

"How long have you been back? You're only thinking of me now."

"Auntie," You Yingrui put the gift on the table, and she walked over to take Li Yunling's arm, "Chengyou misses you every day, but the new company has too many things to do, so he travels both at home and abroad, no, Whatever I say today, I will come back to see you."

"Look at that nipple's mouth." Li Yunling patted the back of You Yingrui's hand, "The house in Yiyun's capital is still vacant, and housekeeper Xiao arranges someone to clean it regularly. When will you move back?"

"This..." You Yingrui glanced at Ming Chengyou.

"Mom, we've found a good place. Besides, people lived there, so it's not suitable for Ying Rui."

When You Yingrui heard this, a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Li Yunling thought about it, and nodded, "That's right. Before, I only wanted to be in the same family. The marriage between the Ming and Fu families was originally promoted by Fu Ran. Now think about it, so what if the real family is in the same family? It's not like they are going to fly separately in the face of disaster."

Ming Chengyou raised his left leg, Fu Ran's name rushed into his ears, You Yingrui raised his head and looked at him cautiously.

The man raised his chin lightly and closed his eyes tightly, without any emotion on his face.

As if, just heard a name that has nothing to do with me, a stranger.

Li Yunling also has her own selfishness. Although You Yingrui is a commoner now, she has at least been educated by the Fu family for the first 20 years, and she has the characteristics of a daughter in her bones.

"Auntie, let the past unhappy things go."

"You're right," Li Yunling pointed to the vase on the coffee table, "Did you see the flowers inside? I planted them myself, you guys will bring some back later."

You Yingrui accompanied Li Yunling to her garden to enjoy the flowers.

Only then did Ming Chengyou open his closed eyes, and there was no ripple at the bottom of the unfathomable pool.

The current him is able to hide all his emotions so deeply that no one can pry into them.

Fu Ran held the activity sheet Kuang Zi gave her in her hand, and the hard paper on the soft side made her palm a little painful.

In the past two years, the business of her studio has been good, and it all depends on Ming Zheng's relationship.

Fu Ran stood at the entrance of Mr Company, and the whole office building towered into the sky.

The glass curtain wall reflected the clouds sliding across the sky. She walked slowly into the main hall and handed the prepared badge to the security guard.

All the way is unimpeded, today is the day when the CEO of mr held his first press conference.

How many people are racking their brains to get a green card, not only for tomorrow's headlines, but also to see the demeanor of this man who has recently taken the city by storm.

Fu Ran doesn't like to join in the fun, but for him, after all, seeing a lot of adjectives applied to him every day, it is inevitable that he is also curious.

After the press conference, there was a cocktail party held inside mr, and Fu Ran was in charge of the dance for the opening ceremony.

She will no longer be in such a rush as when she first set foot in it. In this line of work, she has grasped the rules and has been able to do it impressively.

The two newly recruited teachers in the dance room were recently hired by Fu Ran with a high salary, and they were specially hired for such large-scale activities.

The press conference was held in the auditorium. After Fu Ran finished the inspection, she followed the sound to the door. She saw dozens of reporters crowding in front, and all the red velvet-covered chairs behind were vacant.

She walked down the stairs step by step, and she couldn't walk very fast on the inclined slope, otherwise she would stumble.

The reporters set up the machines, looking ready to go, whispering to each other in twos and threes. On the press platform on the high platform of the auditorium, there were nameplates standing there, and the seat in the middle read: ceo—lvan

"Could it be a foreigner?"

"It must be. The powerful character from Wall Street must be a middle-aged foreigner with blue eyes and a high nose bridge."

A female reporter standing on the left was unconvinced, "Why is it middle-aged? Maybe it's a handsome man in his thirties?"

Fu Ran picked a seat and sat down. It seems that this news runner has a better gossip factor than others.

There was a sound of footsteps in the passage of the auditorium, and the person in charge of the planning department walked in front, "Everyone from the press, please take a seat, the mr press conference will start soon."

The originally crowded crowd gradually dispersed and took their seats according to the established seats.

Seeing that there were numbers of newspaper offices in front of her, Fu Ran got up and went to the middle seat.

The first ones to enter the auditorium were indeed a few foreigners. It seemed that what they said earlier was true.Fu Ran quietly got up and wanted to leave.

She turned to go out.

There was a sudden exclamation from the crowd behind him, which was not trivial, but seemed to shock the entire reporter circle.

"Ming San Shao!" Someone couldn't help blurting out.