I and my bestie dressed up as a rich man's wife and ran away with the ball

The umbrella fell from Su Ran's hand, but the rain did not fall on her.

She raised her head and saw Fu Siyu's clear jawline, smooth facial lines, and eyes as dark as ink.

Fu Siyu held her in his arms and strode inside. He didn't notice that his expensive suit jacket was soaked with rain.

Su Ran's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she subconsciously hugged Fu Siyu's neck and rubbed Fu Siyu gently, "Mr. Fu, it's so cold."

Fu Siyu's footsteps obviously paused for a moment, and then he carried Su Ran to the sofa as if nothing had happened.

He took the towel and threw it on Su Ran, "Wipe it off."

Su Ran shook her head, "No, I want Mr. Fu to help me wipe it."

"Then just sit there in the cold." Fu Siyu looked extremely cold.

Okay, okay, let’s quit while we’re ahead. Su Ran quickly picked up the towel and wiped the rain off her body.

Then she stretched her legs to Fu Siyu's legs and touched him gently.

Fu Siyu moved two meters away as if he had encountered a ferocious beast.

Su Ran was so angry that she laughed. She pursed her lips and said, "Mr. Fu, I bumped my leg. It hurts. Can you help me bandage it?"

Fu Siyu was already angry because he couldn't help but hug Su Ran just now. Now seeing Su Ran looking like nothing happened, he was so angry that he couldn't take it anymore.

"Housekeeper, find someone to bandage her. I have something else to do. I'm going upstairs. Since they don't want to leave, they can stay. You can arrange a room for them."

After saying that, Fu Siyu went straight upstairs.

Su Ran curled up in the sofa, looking at Fu Siyu's angry back with a smile in her eyes.

Yuanyuan came over at some point, holding a towel and carefully wiping the rain off Su Ran, "Mommy, you're hurt, let me help you heal it."

"Good baby." Su Ran was in a good mood now. She touched his round head and said, "Are you sleepy? If you are, go to sleep."

"What about Mommy?" Yuanyuan was a little worried about Su Ran. "Uncle Fu looks a bit fierce. Mommy, if the two of us insist on staying here, will Uncle Fu hate us?"

"Don't worry." Su Ran comforted Yuanyuan, "He will be angry, but he won't hate us."

"How do you know?" Yuanyuan asked curiously.

"Put your hand under your nose."

Yuanyuan did as Su Ran said and became even more confused, "Mommy, what's wrong?"

"It's as easy for me to control your Uncle Fu as it is for you to breathe."

"???" Yuanyuan didn't quite believe it, because Uncle Fu looked really fierce, but he knew from a young age that he would support Su Ran infinitely, "Mommy, I believe in you, you are the best."

"Okay, go to bed first, Mommy will be with you later."

"it is good."

The servants quickly cleaned up the room. Su Ran settled Yuanyuan down and coaxed him to sleep. Then she simply washed up, changed her clothes, and sneaked to the door of Fu Siyu's study.

The light in the study was on. Even though several years had passed, Fu Siyu seemed to have hardly changed.

He was working in his study, also wearing a full suit. He sat at his desk with an indifferent expression, carefully reviewing the documents in front of him.

Her appearance and temperament are the same as before, and she looks the same at work.

The only difference was that before, when she walked to the door of the study, Fu Siyu would notice her, then look up and smile at her, "Come and sit down."

She has been standing at the door for a long time now, but Fu Siyu hasn't even raised his head.

Su Ran didn't believe that Fu Siyu really didn't notice her, so she simply didn't knock on the door and pushed it open and walked towards Fu Siyu.

It was not until the faint fragrance of Su Ran lingered around Fu Siyu and he could no longer ignore it that Fu Siyu finally raised his head and looked at Su Ran.

The moment he touched Su Ran, Fu Siyu's pupils shrank noticeably.

Because Su Ran was wearing a thin off-shoulder sweater, her white shoulders and beautiful collarbones, the moment one's eyes touched her, one would think of all the memories that were once engraved in one's mind.

Fu Siyu retracted his gaze and continued to look at the documents in his hand, "I didn't know that I actually have clothes that Miss Su can wear."

Su Ran felt that she was not a masochist, but to be honest, Fu Siyu's cold face and indifferent tone somewhat suited her preferences.

Being ridiculed by Fu Siyu, Su Ran was not angry at all, but a smile appeared in her eyes.

She came close to Fu Siyu, held her chin with both hands, and looked at Fu Siyu with a smile, "Because I brought clothes in advance."

Fu Siyu's face became even colder, "Then Miss Su is really..."

"I'm deliberately planning to stay at Mr. Fu's house. Mr. Fu, don't you want to ask me why?" Su Ran took over Fu Siyu's words and smiled at him. "I'm deliberately planning to stay at Mr. Fu's house. Don't you want to ask me why?"

Fu Siyu's hand holding the pen paused. He was obviously the one who should be in the advantage now, but at this moment, he was avoiding Su Ran's gaze and was unwilling to respond to Su Ran's words.

"I don't want to ask." Fu Siyu replied.

"It's okay, I'll tell you myself."

Fu Siyu didn't look at her, so Su Ran squeezed herself into Fu Siyu's sight. She got close to Fu Siyu and almost buried herself in his arms.

She had just washed up, and there was a faint fragrance from her movements, which almost made Fu Siyu unable to breathe.

"Because I want to rekindle my relationship with Mr. Fu."