Dyed

Fu Ran looked through the rushing crowd and looked at Ming Chengyou who was standing at this time.

He lowered his head and was talking softly with his assistant, and when he left the auditorium, he didn't even look away an inch in her direction.

Facing the aggressiveness of the reporter, Fu Ranchuu sneered, "Two years ago, your pen skills were merciless, and he lost his reputation. You have intensified and suppressed your words. I wish he could just find a crack in the ground and never come out. Now It's nothing to sharpen your head and hold it, get out of the way, or don't blame me for smashing your food."

At the other end of the auditorium, everyone had already left.

"Miss Fu," the female reporter said thick-skinned, "Are you angry from embarrassment?"

A large number of reporters not far away gathered around, and some of them had already dropped the topic.

Fu Ran snatched the microphone from the female reporter's hand and slammed it at the camera, "If you don't let me, I'll lose your money at most, believe it or not?"

The young man carrying the camera blushed, and was pushed by Fu Ran before he moved out of the way. "Is this the temper of a wealthy daughter?"

"Who knows!" The female reporter picked up the microphone angrily, "The quality is not very good."

Fu Ran entered the elevator of mr's internal staff, and was able to shake off all the reporters behind him.

Her legs softened and she leaned against the mirror behind her.

Seeing him like this, she at least knows that he is living a good life, which seems to be the life he should live.

Fu Ran looked at the mirrors on both sides, and dissected her into two completely different contradictions from the left and right angles.

What she didn't know was how Ming Chengyou got through the past two years, and what earth-shaking changes his return would bring to her life.

She doesn't know about others, at least for herself, two years have passed, and it is as peaceful as a pool of stagnant water.

Fu Ran stepped out of the elevator and walked back to the original place from the stairwell.

Seeing her, the teacher in the studio kept waving, "I can't find you anywhere, where did you go?"

Fu Ran saw that they had changed their clothes, and it seemed that the event would be held soon, "Didn't I come here on time?"

Manager Li who was in charge of this activity came over to make a final confirmation with her, "Is there any problem?"

Fu Ran made an OK gesture.

The cheerful and unrestrained music of the opening dance is transmitted through the four speakers installed on the top beam.

The employees of mr are clearly divided according to the department, and there are round tables with flowers, snacks and drinks.

Most of the employees are already seated, waiting for the show to start.

"and many more."

Fu Rancai ordered them to play, and a stern male voice passed through the spacious hall to his ears.

Ming Chengyou's slender figure came to the crowd with strong footsteps, followed by the secretary and assistant, "What kind of dancers are you asking for?"

Fu Ranyuan wanted to say hello, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back when his eyes touched the man's tense side face.

The music stopped suddenly, and several teachers withdrew their movements and looked at each other.

Manager Li tremblingly went over and replied, "I have read the information, and the dance teachers in the fu studio have all won awards in related competitions, and in recent years, fu has also done quite well, and they have experience in both large and small events."

"fu?" Ming Chengyou frowned, as if he was about to chew the words in his mouth carefully, "where are you as mr? You let people get in here casually? Have you ever seen the real scale of fu?"

Mr. Li was speechless when asked, and several teachers on the stage simply stepped down.

Fu Ran didn't expect Ming Chengyou to be so merciless.

She clenched her palms tightly and argued, "Whether I can get things done well has much to do with the size of my studio? You haven't seen their performances yet, so how can you make such an arbitrary conclusion?"

"I don't need to look," Ming Chengyou's eyes drooped, and his eyes finally met.Looking at each other at such a close distance made her terrified, "Just because I don't think it's qualified, that's enough."

The smell of perfume on his body was no longer what it used to be, and the faint smell of smoke lingered in his nostrils.

He glanced indifferently, what's the use of standing so close?

His heart has long separated her from thousands of mountains and rivers, and she can read from his eyes that she has become a stranger to him.

Also.

Relatively unfamiliar, it was she who proposed it at first.

"But what do you think now? It will be too late to find someone again..." Mr. Li wiped his sweat anxiously.

"I'd rather not have this level, mr doesn't need to make do with it!"

"This……"

Business affairs belong to business affairs, and private affairs belong to private affairs. Seeing that this event is going to be messed up, Fu Ran said, "Mr. Li, don't forget that we have signed a contract."

The key is that if you are kicked out before the start, who will dare to find fu in the future?

It is difficult for Mr. Li to be caught in the middle.

"Compensate according to the contract, don't miss a penny from them." Ming Chengyou left after saying a word.

"Yes Yes."

"Wait a minute!" Fu Ran strode after her, "Speak clearly, I don't want your compensation."

Fu Ran trotted towards the elevator with messy steps. When she rushed over, the door of the exclusive elevator just closed. Ming Chengyou's secretary stood aside and watched coldly.

Fu Ran looked at the other person familiarly, and she remembered that it was Secretary Ni who had been following Ming Chengyou when he lost power.

That day Fu Ran and Ming Zheng met her at a Sichuan restaurant.

Fu Ran walked to the staff elevator, ready to go in.

Secretary Ni stepped forward and snatched the pass in her hand, "Since Mr. has terminated the contract with you, and Ivan also said that your money is not bad, what's the use of pestering you?"

"I'd rather not get paid, but how can I convince other companies after the news spreads like this?"

Fu Ran looked at the elevator, and she had to scan the barcode on the pass before she could take it.

Secretary Ni raised the pass in his hand, and pointed to the stairwell with the other hand, "There is another way, go up from here, kindly remind you, Ivan's office is on the 33rd floor."

Regardless of what decision Fu Ran would make, Secretary Ni pressed the elevator and went up by herself.

She stood in the empty corridor for twenty to ten minutes.

After thinking about leaving several times, she walked to the door and saw her staff change back into clothes. Fu Ran felt uncomfortable, and she pushed open the door of the stairwell without looking back.

In late autumn, when Fu Ran was supposed to be shivering from the cold, Fu Ran looked up and saw the red number showing 20.

She bent down, her waist pressed against the handrail of the stairs, and the air in her chest was completely sucked upside down.

Her heart ached to the point of numbness, and when she finally climbed to the 33rd floor, even the sweater outside was wet, and her back was so greasy.

Fu Ran's legs trembled, and she stood against the wall for a while, then wiped off her sweat and walked into the office area.

Secretary Ni holds a cup of hot coffee in his hand, so he can be lazy today.

She stared at the computer intently, and the new American blockbuster was really exciting.

The central air conditioner in the office was operating at a high profile, and the oncoming warmth made Fu Ran even more uncomfortable.

She walked straight to the door of the CEO's office.

"Stop!" Secretary Ni got up holding the coffee, "What do you want to do?"

"I want to see Ming Chengyou."

"Ivan is not here." Secretary Ni raised his wrist to look at the time. "Two minutes ago, he went down in the elevator. You may have time to catch up now."

Fu Ran brushed away a strand of hair that was drenched in sweat and stuck to her cheek, "You said he wasn't there?"

Secretary Ni stood in front of the desk, sipping coffee with a relaxed expression, "Yes."

She patted on the door hard, but there was no movement inside.

"Please leave, this is the president's office area, if you do this again, I will call the security guard over."

Fu Ran turned a deaf ear, "Ming Chengyou, I know you're inside."

"You have to firmly believe that Ivan is inside, and you knock slowly to see if anyone opens the door for you."

Inside the office.

There is only one heavy door.

You Yingrui methodically pressed the temple of the man in front of him.

He closed his eyes comfortably, with a cup of tea in his hand, and the tea leaves rolled with the water.

Secretary Ni's tone of voice came from outside, "Are you really not leaving? Not everyone can enter the 33rd floor. If any secrets are leaked by then, can you bear the responsibility?"