Dyed

She opened her eyes, her vision blurred to the point where she couldn't see clearly.

Mingzheng got out of the car with an umbrella, and raised the umbrella above Fu Ran's head.

The other hand grabbed her arm, and Luo Wenying in the passenger seat also came down to help, "Why is it so wet?".

"Brother, I'm so cold." Fu Ran's teeth were trembling.

Mingzheng took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders, "Why is the car parked here?"

"broken."

"It's broken, won't you sit in the car and make a phone call?" Ming Zheng held her cold hand, "What a mess!"

Luo Wenying took out a tissue to wipe her face, and seeing her red eye circles, she knew she had cried.

"Thank you."

Mingzheng wrapped her arms around her shoulders and led her to his car. Luo Wenying walked over and took off the bag on the passenger seat, "I'll take a taxi back by myself, and you can take Xiaoran home quickly. It looks like she might have a cold."

"It's on the way anyway. The weather is not good to take a taxi, and besides, you drank so much."

"Okay." Luo Wenying was not pretentious, she just opened the door of the rear seat and sat in.

An English dance music was playing happily in the car, and none of the three spoke.

Fu Ran tidied up her emotions alone, and didn't want to speak, so she simply closed her eyes and rested.

The Luo family arrived soon, and after Luo Wenying got out of the car and went in, Mingzheng said, "Xiaoran, what's the matter?"

"It's really okay."

She didn't want to say more.

"When Chengyou came back, you were very wrong."

Fu Ran opened her closed eyes, "It has nothing to do with him."

Seeing that Mingzheng didn't speak or start the car, Fu Ran opened his mouth sullenly.

"Now I finally know how important an outstretched hand is when a person is at his worst, even if it doesn't have a lot of strength, even if it's not enough to pull him out of the predicament."

Ming Zheng's expression became condensed and unpredictable.

He caressed his thin lips with his index finger, and saw his long and narrow eyes narrowed into dangerous arcs through the rearview mirror, "Xiaoran, do you regret leaving him?"

She didn't speak immediately, Ming Zheng thought she was hesitating, "Think about it, why did you leave him in the first place."

Also.

Fu Ran covered her face with her palms exhaustedly, "I have no regrets."

"Xiaoran, you and Chengyou have been together for so long, I'm afraid it's not just as simple as relying on him, do you like him?"

Fu Ran leaned back in the chair with her eyes closed, "I'm so tired."

"Qun Kun's second-phase loan has been unable to be allocated. I know that someone is disrupting the situation. Xiao Ran, if one day the two of us really fight to the death, who will you help?"

Fu Ran still said, "I won't help anyone."

Ming Zheng started the engine and drove the car very slowly.

Passing by the milk tea shop, I bought a cup of hot milk tea for Fu Ran and asked her to hold it in her hand. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that she had cried.

What she said made him think of Ming Chengyou, Ming Zheng's eyes fell to the dark depths ahead, "Xiaoran, do you remember when you cried last time?"

Fu Ran quickly covered her eyes with her hand, her words were vague, "I don't remember."

"Then completely forget the feeling of crying," Ming Zheng frowned as he smelled the strong perfume on his body.

People, no matter how tall they stand, they still have times when they can't help themselves, "grit your teeth and straighten up, or lean on my shoulder?"

Fu Ran closed her almond eyes lightly, and leaned her head on Ming Zheng's shoulder.

He seemed to be concentrating on driving, but his eyes were fixed on Fu Ran's haggard face through the rearview mirror.

The pity between the eyebrows turned into a charming gloom, which lasted for a long time.

The black Bugatti Veyron Hermès sports car swaggers across the market, and it is the main eye-catcher wherever you swing it.

It uses 8 pairs of polished aluminum alloy tires, and the letter "h" is branded on the central butterfly wheel lock. Such amazing speed is a waste if it is not used for drag racing.

In the detached villa, you can hear its loud roar from far away.

You Yingrui put the exquisite dinner on the table one by one, the sports car drove into the house, and not long after, a man came out.

You Yingrui greeted her with a smile, "Kuangzi, have you driven it out for sex again?"

"Yo, what I'm talking about, I want to experience its speed, do you understand what passion is?" Kuang Zi casually tossed the key in his hand to You Yingrui.

"Of course I know, but I can't afford this kind of exciting game, I'm scared to death."

"Where are the three young people?"

"Second floor."

After You Yingrui put the keys on the coffee table, she walked into the kitchen and signaled the nanny to put the stewed soup on the table, "Kuangzi, you are lucky today."

"That's right," Kuang Zi unceremoniously pulled the chair away, "Then I have to use my skills as a fool."

Just as he was talking, Ming Chengyou went downstairs leisurely dressed in home clothes, "Are you here for dinner again?"

"How can you say that," Kuang Zi hung up his legs, "I used to work so hard to cooperate with you in acting, and I didn't get paid, and I was called a treacherous villain. Is it easy for me?"

"It's not easy," You Yingrui poured him a glass of wine, "but you got a lot of money with your words, right? You still act good when you get the money."

"You two," Kuang Zi pointed at the two of you, "you are a perfect match."

Ming Chengyou sat across from Kuangzi, leaning lazily on the back of the chair. The atmosphere was lively and relaxed. Kuangzi raised his head to look at him, but found that he hadn't fully blended in, and his erratic eyes were extremely sparse.

"Third Young Master?"

You Yingrui was sitting on Ming Chengyou's left. She was wearing disposable gloves to peel shrimps for Ming Chengyou. Kuangzi passed the dishes, "How much are you giving to brother?"

When Ming Chengyou heard the word "brother", the hand holding the chopsticks froze, You Yingrui raised the corner of his mouth, "I want to eat it and let your confidante peel it off when I go home."

"cut."

After taking two bites of food, Kuangzi suddenly remembered something, and he said mysteriously, "I'll tell you something interesting and fun, and I'll take care of it."

You Yingrui frowned, "What kind of metaphor is this?"

"Guess who I ran into on the way back today?"

Ming Chengyou wasn't crazy with him, You Yingrui asked cooperatively, "Who?" But he wasn't very interested.

Kuang Zi leaned over to maximize the atmosphere, "Fu Ran!"

You Yingrui stopped peeling the shrimp, and looked at Ming Chengyou next to him.

He was calm and relaxed, as if he heard the name of an unknown person.

"Her car may have broken down, and it was parked on the side of the road. Oh, you didn't see that poor look, she was soaked all over. When she saw my car, she stood there upright, looking like she was crying, maybe she wanted to She thinks everyone else is the reincarnation of Avalokitesvara. I speed up and splash her all over her head and face, so fucking cool!"

Kuang Zi was so complacent, he kept hitting the edge of the bowl with the chopsticks in his hand, "When this woman was cruel, why didn't she think that she would have today?"

You Yingrui did not comment, nor did she speak.

Ming Chengyou raised a shallow smile, "You can't stop your mouth with so much food."