Dyed

Fu Ran's chopsticks were stretched out and hadn't been retracted. She saw Song Zhi's mouth open in surprise, Fu Ran's expression was cold, "Thank you for his kindness, but we'll finish eating soon."

"Miss Fu," the manager said with a look of embarrassment, "You see?"

"It's okay, just bring him the exact words." After Fu Ran finished speaking, he bowed his head, Heping Nan and Song Zhi looked at each other, the atmosphere was a bit awkward, the manager stood by for a while before leaving and walking to the second floor.

"Xiao Ran," Song Zhi bit his chopsticks, "the third young master he's talking about is Ming Chengyou, right?"

"Is there a second one?" Fu Ran bit his chopsticks like her.

Song Zhi hesitated a few times and didn't know how to speak, "You guys, are you together again?"

Fu Ran picked vegetables into the bowl by himself, "Which eye did you see?"

Song Zhi wanted to say how obvious it was, "I was wondering if he was the one who gave you the dress on your birthday?"

The waiter brought trays of exquisite snacks to the table, and the manager came down from the second floor after a long time. Fu Ran saw him coming with trays of something.

When he came to him, the manager put the plate in the middle of their long table, "Miss Fu, San Shao said that you like to eat fish. This is our signature dish. Just now, San Shao has removed all the fish bones."

At this moment, Song Zhi's eyes were not only surprised, but also horrified.

In the private room, the smell of cigarettes mixed with the smell of alcohol mixed with bursts of teasing was lively, Kuang Zi stared dumbfounded at the pile of fish bones in Ming Chengyou's hand, "Are you all right?"

"Just let go of what you want to say, don't babble."

Kuang Zi withdrew his eyeballs that were about to go out, "Do you want to play for real?"

Ming Chengyou picked up the wine glass, looked at Kuangzi with a smile through the red liquid, "When did I play fake?"

Kuang Zi felt that it was unspeakably weird and unspeakably wrong. Even though the man next to him had been friends with him for more than twenty years, now he looked like a painted skin, revealing a cold and cold goblin.

"Knock, knock—" Someone knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Manager Li walked up to Ming Chengyou and put the plate in his hand, "Miss Fu asked me to bring it, and it's a courtesy."

What kind of courteous reciprocity, to put it bluntly, is not to eat him for nothing.

Fu Ran took a bite of the freshly cooked dumplings, "Well, it tastes really good."

Song Zhi had some words to say in a hurry, for fear of holding back, "Xiao Ran, what does he mean?"

The fish that had been deboned was placed intact, and she was not seen eating it, "Does he still want to be with you?"

"Squeak."

"Actually, the man around you all these years is San Shao who is the best match for you. What kind of brother is bullshit. You play with long-term ambiguity, and you don't care how old you two are."

"Zhizhi, what can I do with my brother? We are the most ordinary friends."

"That's about the same." Song Zhi's appetite increased greatly after she became pregnant, and fish head stew was her favorite, and Heping Nan kept picking up vegetables for her.

Fu Ran held her face lightly with her fingers. Sometimes she was really envious of Song Zhi. There was someone beside him who was begging him like a baby, not to mention how happy he was.

Seeing the figure of the manager coming down the stairs and coming this way again, Fu Ran pretended not to care, eating by herself, couldn't help but clenched the chopsticks in her hand, and broke into a pair of legs in her sight.

The manager looked worried, but he didn't dare to offend him. This was the first time he encountered such a thing, and he became a waiter.

He put the crystal elbow on the table, "Miss Fu, Third Young Master asked you to taste it."

Song Zhi's gaze wandered between the two of them, and he didn't interrupt, only caring about having a good time with his husband.

Fu Ran didn't want to continue, she acted like a drama, she put down her chopsticks, "Please tell Third Young Master, thank you for his kindness."

The manager secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Use it slowly."

Looking at the back of the manager leaving, Song Zhi laughed out loud, "I'm so happy, you didn't see the manager's face, I guess I want to beat you hard."

"What's none of my business?" Fu Ran called Qu.

It's just that within 5 minutes, the store manager came back.

He stood upright by the table with his hands behind his back, and Fu Ran felt a little angry, "What's going on?"

The manager's face was ashen, and after a while, he said something, "Third Young Master asked me to stand by and watch you use up the fish and crystal elbows that you sent, otherwise it means that our restaurant is not pure in taste, and we can't even keep a single customer. "

This is indeed like what he would do. Didn't Ming Chengyou let someone open a table in the lobby and invite friends to come over, but in the end stuffed her so full that she almost vomited.

Fu Ran didn't know how to respond.

Song Zhi also let go of the chopsticks in his hand, how could he swallow like this, "Xiaoran, I'm full."

Heping Nan took out his wallet and wanted to pay, "Let's go back."

I don't want Fu Ran to stay here any longer.

Fu Ran pressed Heping Nan's wallet, "It's agreed to be my treat."

Manager Li bent over and said, "San Shao signed the list."

Fu Ran snorted, and put the wallet back into her bag. She pointed to the unfinished food on the table, "Pack it all up, so you can tell him that I've finished eating."

Fu Ran and Heping Nan went out with big bags and small bags. After Song Zhi became pregnant, they stopped riding a battery car when they went out.

He Ping loves his wife so much that he takes taxis everywhere he goes, even refusing to let Song Zhi take the bus.

They wanted to go to the side of the road to hail a car, Fu Ran went straight to the parking lot, "Why are you taking a taxi, let's go, I'll see you off."

She put the things in the car, and at the window on the second floor, the man stood facing the wind, the smoke from his fingertips was like tongues of fire, and there was wind, so the burning speed was very fast.

He propped his slender fingers on his side, his legs were slightly bent, and his back was leaning against the dark red wine cabinet. Looking at it from this angle, it happened to be in the direction of the parking lot.

Heping Man carefully let Song Zhi into the back seat of the car, while Fu Ran walked around the trunk to the driver's seat.

As soon as she opened the car door, the phone in her bag rang.

Ming Chengyou saw her rummage through, Fu Ran took out her phone and saw that it was his call on the screen.

She looked around to make sure that Ming Chengyou was not in sight. He was far away and did not see the hesitation on Fu Ran's face.

"Xiaoran?" Song Zhi raised his voice.

"Oh." Fu Ran didn't press it down, let alone connect it, she put the phone back in her bag.

The night was like black ink to hide the glare of the red Audi car, the car drove out of the hotel entrance, and then quickly disappeared from Ming Chengyou's sight.

He put the phone on the window sill and redialed several times in a row, but Fu Ran didn't answer any of them.

Kuang Zi called him over to play, Ming Chengyou was in a low mood, and the table was full of delicacies from mountains and seas, but a plate of fried rice was out of place. It was placed in front of Ming Chengyou's seat, and no one moved a chopstick.

The manager finally sent Fu Ran away, and walked into the box to return to his life.