Dyed

Song Zhi was lying on the hospital bed for an infusion, and Heping Nan just got off the night shift and rushed to the hospital when he received a call. Fortunately, Song Zhi's child was strong enough to be hospitalized for a small amount of bleeding.

Fu Ran returned to the ward after paying the hospitalization fee, and heard Song Zhi's voice, "Why do you look like you're about to cry? Our child is forcing you. If you are seen by Xiao Ran like this, be careful that I go back and beat you, believe it or not?"

Fu Ran went in with a strong smile, "Who are you going to smoke?"

Qin Mumu's eye circles were red and swollen, and he sat on the edge of the bed in a daze with lingering fear.

Song Zhi covered her lower abdomen with her palm, and Fu Ran walked to her bedside, "Zhi Zhi, I'm sorry."

"There's a lot of stupid talk, what's your business?"

Fu Ran's eyes fell on Song Zhi's lower abdomen. Fortunately, the child is fine, which is a blessing in misfortune.

The two stayed in the hospital until close to the early morning, and Song Zhi managed to drive them out of the ward.

Qin Mumu's car stopped at Fu's house, and Fu Ran drove her back first.

"Xiao Ran," Qin Mumu thought for a moment before opening his mouth, "Is your mother treating you well?"

She looked forward intently, "Very good."

"Okay, that's fine."

"Mu Mu, I know what you want to ask." Fu Ran was still wearing the dress she wore when she came out, and she turned up the heat.

Qin Mumu listened carefully, thinking that Fu Ran would have the second part of her sentence, but after waiting for a long time, there was no movement. She looked up at Fu Ran's side face, and saw the corners of her mouth tightly pursed.

The slender fingers holding the steering wheel glowed fluorescent white at night.

The cell phone in the back seat of the car kept ringing, but Fu Ran turned a deaf ear and drove the car to the door of Qin's house.

After seeing off Qin Mumu, she drove aimlessly on the street, rows of street lights stretched to unknown intersections, like a wandering dragon in mid-air.

Fu Ran's speed slowed down, and the stereo automatically played Ding Dang's song. The slightly lonely voice sang over and over again in the street at midnight. Fu Ran stopped the car after passing by the door of the cash drawer.

She asked for a private room, two bottles of wine, and then ordered a song without singing. Fu Ran raised her glass to the female singer who was singing and crying on the screen, "Happy birthday."

No one responded.

She felt very good, the original concentration of alcohol was poured into her throat, and it burned her entire chest. Fu Ran covered her mouth and swallowed the wine, and hot liquid flowed out of her eyes acrimoniously.

The waiter who brought in the wine stared at her with a strange expression, and thought she was from a wedding scene when she looked at her attire.

The box door closed again.

Fu Ran said that she would never touch alcohol again in her life.

But there is pain in my heart, and there is no good medicine to cure it. What else can I rely on without alcohol?

Drinking while listening to sad love songs will only make you drunk faster.

Fu Ran was lying on the sofa in a daze. When she heard someone calling her, she curled up and ignored it.

Someone patted her face, "Fu Ran?"

She has a poor capacity for alcohol, and she can't even remember people when she is drunk.

A faint force pulled her up, "Why are you so drunk?" A vague curse seemed to whisper in her ears, Fu Ran suddenly stretched out her hand and hooked her around the other's neck, her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open her eyes.

"Ming Chengyou."

The palm holding her waist stiffened.

Fu Ran couldn't remember that she called Ming Chengyou's name. If she asked her why she called him, her mind would only become more confused.

There was no voice in her ear, and the man picked her up by the waist.

The waiter outside came in and called Third Young Master.

Ming Chengyou took Fu Ran into the car and fastened her seat belt. She was drunk, so she was willing to rest her head quietly on his shoulder. This time, like last time, she was bruised and had nowhere to escape.

She couldn't hear what she was saying. Ming Chengyou looked at Fu Ran's sleeping face through the sun visor.

He gave her the most gorgeous coat, but at midnight, her dreams were destined to fall to pieces.

Fu Ran felt that she was being hugged so lightly, and she was going somewhere step by step. She grabbed the other person's clothes with her palm, "Don't...be careful of me, call the police."

Ming Chengyou looked down at the person lying in his arms, "Let's talk about it when you can call the police."

The body was placed in the middle of the extremely soft bed, and a pleasant and familiar smell came from the nostrils. Fu Ran turned sideways and rolled up the quilt, only his head was exposed.

The central air conditioner was set to a constant temperature. Ming Chengyou walked over and pulled up the curtains one by one. The lights at the head of the bed were gathered around Fu Ran. At a glance, the kingsize bed was covered with a soft and ambiguous high-profile. She breathed evenly and slept peacefully. .

Ming Chengyou went to bed, and the quilt wrapped in Fu Ran was torn off. She wanted to grab it casually, but felt her hand was pressed on top of her head.

Her body, which was originally lying on her side, was changed to her stomach, and her head was stuffed into the quilt, so Fu Ran had to turn her head sideways.

The hot air she breathed scorched her neck, and she stretched out her hand to brush it away.

The man bit the zipper of her dress and pulled it down inch by inch until the entire smooth and white back was exposed in front of his eyes.

Fu Ran felt that her back was very hot, and pressed one hand on the back of her neck, and then gradually slid along her spine to her tailbone.

She was trembling all over, and the dress was opened to both sides, and she could see the outline of her chest folded under her body.