Dyed

A series of messy footsteps came one after another. The firefighters forcibly pried open the elevator door. Fu Ran tried to push him away with his hands. Ming Chengyou seemed to be suffocating and wanted to take all her oxygen, and he hugged her hands more and more. Work harder.

The door boomed open, and the hallway lights leaked into the private space.

"Ivan—" several voices shouted at the same time.

Everyone was stunned.

The firefighters looked at each other in blank dismay, it was too intense, it was a crime to disturb.

Secretary Ni and Han Jun stood at the elevator entrance, Fu Ran's eyes were pierced by the strong light, and her body instinctively shrank back.

Ming Chengyou then let go of his hand.

The two were taken out of the elevator by the firefighters. Ming Chengyou pushed aside the crowd and staggered towards the window. With his hands on his side, his firm back was projected into the corridor and was pulled far away. His shoulders trembled from breathing.

Fu Ran leaned against the wall, everything was fine except for the feeling of weakness.

Secretary Ni quickly followed Ming Chengyou, "Ivan, do you want to go to the hospital?"

He lightly waved his hand on his chest towards Secretary Ni, "No need."

A few security guards on duty in the security room rushed over, Han Jun waved his hand and asked for a replacement.

"Aren't you off work?" Ming Chengyou breathed a sigh of relief, his face was still slightly pale.

"I forgot my phone in the office." Secretary Ni glanced at Han Jun, "I happened to meet Special Assistant Han."

Han Jun smiled and nodded at the corner of his mouth, "I don't even know how to wipe my mouth clean."

Ming Chengyou wiped it with his index finger, it was the lip gloss on Fu Ran's mouth.He went straight to Fu Ran, "Are you all right?"

"fine."

Ming Chengyou's anomaly in the elevator just now made Fu Ran feel uneasy, "What happened to you just now?"

"I have claustrophobia." He looked at Fu Ran with a half-smile.

"Really?"

He didn't answer, and his face couldn't tell the truth from what he said.

After Fu Ran walked out of the mr, she drove home by herself. At least she didn't dare to talk nonsense when she was with Ming Chengyou.

The first cooperation with mr was unexpectedly successful, Fu Ran also got a lot of remuneration, just in time for mr to reward the company's employees in advance, manager Li also included fu in accordance with the contract.

There is a large ski resort on the outskirts of Ying'an City, and every few months there will be a peak of passenger flow.

Fu Ran got off the car with the luggage and several teachers in the studio, and the person in charge of the organization led the team in front. The ski resort is large in scale, integrating entertainment and accommodation.

They went to the hotel to put their luggage first, and then went to the ski resort in groups.

A few of them were rookies, and they only dared to hide and learn. Fu Ran didn't dare to move around after he was dressed. Many of them were veterans, and they were yelling and having fun.

Fu Ran supported the snowball fight forward, the skating board fixed her swaying body very well, she tried to balance, but saw a figure in a red ski suit rushing towards her not far away.

She was so frightened that she didn't know how to dodge, until the opponent's skis almost hit her, Fu Ran hurriedly dodged and fell down in the snow with a bang.

Ming Chengyou settled in front of Fu Ran skillfully, and he took off his ski glasses, "Are you brave enough?"

Fu Ran brushed off the snowflakes from her body, and Ming Chengyou bent down and took her hand and pulled her up. She managed to stand still, and was about to move forward while holding the snowball fight.

Ming Chengyou followed, "Shall I teach you?"

Fu Ran was fully armed, she took off her glasses, "I heard from Manager Li that you won't come over."

"Come here if you think about it." Ming Chengyou circled around Fu Ran gracefully, completely ignoring her ugly duckling-like inability to move an inch, Fu Ran bravely stood up, and only heard Ming Chengyou say be careful.

She fell headfirst, brushing off the coldness on her face, and there was still white snowflakes on the tip of her nose. Ming Chengyou squatted down in front of her, with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth. Fu Ran took off her gloves and wiped the snow on her face vigorously.

"Why are you being brave when you don't know how to do it? It's not easy to throw you on all fours."

Not far away, Secretary Ni cast his focused gaze over, and Han Jun got ready to go, "What are you worrying about, are you secretly in love with Ivan?"

"You're the one who has a crush on him!" She glared unwillingly.

"I don't like men."

Ming Chengyou reached out and pulled Fu Ran up again, and she put back the gloves and glasses.

Ming Chengyou tapped her thigh with a snowball fight, "Who told you to stand like this?" Then he tapped Fu Ran's knee, "Standing doesn't look good."

She pursed her lips tightly and did not answer, but followed Ming Chengyou's instructions. It is not difficult to make up her mind to learn one thing. The key to skiing is not to be afraid of falling.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Fu Ran looked down, and many people were skating happily and heroically, accompanied by whistles that were higher than others, which was really exciting.

Fu Ran's heart was eager to move. Just now, Ming Chengyou taught her the basic skills, just like a novice who just learned to drive always feels itchy.

Fu Ran saw figures passing by her side, how could she bear it.

Holding the hand of the snowball fight, the skateboard went out smoothly. She felt the excitement brought by the speed, and she had to say that skiing was different from other sports.

No matter how plain my heart is, I can feel unparalleled excitement at the moment of flying.

Fu Ran slid down from the top of the mountain, and Ming Chengyou followed beside her.

She had just mastered the skills but unconsciously forgot her shape. When she fell out, she had no time to think about it. The red ski suit rolled down extremely fast against the white snow. Ming Chengyou's outstretched hand failed to catch Fu Ran. Watching the red streak fly out.

She didn't feel any pain, but she was dizzy and didn't stop until she fell halfway up the mountain.

Fu Ran lay there without moving, looking up at the clear sky through the ski glasses, the air was unexpectedly good, with a chilly freshness, lying there did not feel cold, and even wanted to relax and sleep on the spot last sleep.

A flash of bright red suddenly appeared in the eyes of the man, accompanied by the tension and anxiety of the man, it stopped abruptly. The snowflakes that came over rushed to Fu Ran's face. Ming Chengyou almost knelt down beside her on one knee, and Fu Ran was pulled to sit by him. Get up, "Fu Ran?"

He reached out to take off her hat and glasses, and her black hair spilled onto her shoulders. Ming Chengyou took off the glove and patted her face with his right hand, "Are you all right? Fu Ran?"

Fu Ran only felt her cheeks were cold, but when she came back to her senses, she realized that it was Ming Chengyou's hands that were cold. She opened her mouth to speak, but her eyes touched Yiwang Shenshen who was close at hand. Seeing that she was speechless, Ming Chengyou simply raised Fu Ran's arm and looked closely, "Where did it fall?"

It seems that she has never remembered that anyone cared about her so much. When she fell down and couldn't get up when she was a child, the most she heard was You Zhaofu's indifference, "Get up by yourself, or you will lie here and wait for the big bad wolf to take you away."

When she grows up, she will no longer wrestle, and she will have no chance to enjoy the care of others.

Fu Ran was stunned, his eyes fixed on Ming Chengyou's face, his eyebrows and eyes were still exquisite, as if there were no traces of the past two years like sculptures, Ming Chengyou really thought she had fallen hard, and his voice trembled slightly, "Speak!"

A beam of sunlight passed through his cheek, Fu Ran squinted, raised his arm and brushed his hand away, "I'm fine."

He frowned slightly, "Is it really all right?"