Dyed

When Ming Chengyou walked in, the peach blossoms in his eyes fascinated people.

He has a muscular figure, and the hard abdominal muscles under the white shirt can be vaguely seen. He is naturally charming like a monster.

Fu Songting was busy entertaining, Fu Ran left, but the dinner had to last.

Fan Xian stood aside thoughtfully, not even aware that Ming Chengyou was approaching her side. She felt more and more guilty towards Fu Ran in her heart. The child was high-minded, and I am afraid that he had suffered more grievances since returning to Fu's house.

"mom."

Fan Xian came back to her senses, only to feel that she was out of breath as if blocked by a mountain in front of her. After seeing clearly that it was Ming Chengyou, her face quickly flashed embarrassment, "Chengyou?"

"Mom, where is Xiaoran, why didn't I see her?"

"She..." Fan Xian lightly caressed the lump in his throat, "Xiao Ran went home first."

Ming Chengyou seemed to be disappointed, his star eyes dimmed, "Didn't you say you would wait for me to pick her up?"

He stepped on the stone steps next to him with one leg, just in time to see You Yingrui helping Wang Xuting, whose left face was red and swollen, to come out. You came back to make you fall like this? How can she compare with you? Ruirui, what kind of life are you living now..."

"Xu Ting, no matter what, you can't hit anyone. My parents wanted us to celebrate my birthday together for my own good. Where did you put me when you made such a fuss?"

You Yingrui's voice was soft, and now that she was in an embarrassing position, Fu Ran's departure in the middle of the meeting would definitely make everyone's attention focus on her.

Fan Xian walked over and hugged You Yingrui's shoulder, "This matter has nothing to do with you, don't take it to heart."

When Ming Chengyou heard this, he didn't get angry. He spoke with his usual frivolity, and he tried to suppress the anger in his heart, "Hey, isn't this the daughter of the Wang family? Why is her face so swollen like a bird?"

Wang Xuting looked sullen, "Third Young Master is here too?"

"This is also my home. Where am I if I'm not here?" Ming Chengyou put his arms around his chest, tiptoed his left foot, and leaned on the white Roman column with his upper body, "Mom, why did Xiaoran leave halfway when she was fine?"

Fan Xian couldn't hold back, You Yingrui saw that she was hesitating and didn't know what to say, "Xiaoran may feel a little uncomfortable, you should go home and have a look."

Ming Chengyou turned his gaze to her face, without saying a word, staring at her so hairy.

Fan Xian gently pulled You Yingrui's hand, "Chengyou, this is Ruirui."

"Which Ruirui?"

"She's my other daughter."

Ming Chengyou vaguely knew about the Fu family, but not deeply. Li Yunling mentioned it once, and only said that Fu Ran had changed with the wrong person before.

"Hello, I'm You Yingrui."

Ming Chengyou didn't hear anything else clearly, but the word "尤" was extremely profound. Fu Ran, You Ran...

No wonder, when he called her having an affair, she rejected him like that.

"Mom, which one is your biological daughter?"

You Yingrui's outstretched hand froze in place.

Fan Xian was also startled.

After Ming Chengyou left this sentence, he was about to leave, and the landscape lights in the garden overlapped.

The champagne glasses piled up layer by layer are as bright as crystals, and the light yellow liquid can reflect hypocritical and indifferent faces. The fine foam is fragrant and warm, but the protagonist is gone, and these people are still celebrating?

With just a light kick, the beauty that was so hard to cast was completely shattered, how vulnerable it is.The spilled liquid splashed to the crowd, and many people gathered after hearing the movement.

"Chengyou, what are you doing?" Fu Songting rushed over.

"No matter how bad it is, she is still the young mistress of the Ming family. You don't know how to cherish it yourself. No wonder others come to spoil you. I don't beat women. But whoever dares to touch my person, I will definitely make her feel bad next time," Ming Chengyou said. Wiping the trousers lightly at the waist, he said coldly, "Just wait."

No one in the Ming family's territory dared to do anything to the prince, so they could only watch him walk away in awe.

It wasn't long before he walked out, only to hear him stomp his feet and say, "Since this has happened again and again, don't let her come back at all."

Ming Chengyou called Fu Ran no less than ten times, but her phone was always turned off.

After searching around to no avail, Ming Chengyou had no choice but to return to Yiyun Capital, where he sat on a wooden bench in the garden and began to wait for her.

There was a light rain near the middle of the night, and Fu Ran's luck was always bad. Last time when he came out of Fu's house, it rained, and this time it happened again.

Ming Chengyou crossed his legs, looking towards the door unknowingly became more worried, Fu Ran lay beside him every day and took half of his bed space, now that she is not here, he is not used to it.

The garden was so quiet, the night was dark, the drizzle stained the trouser legs and made them wet, and the cool touch soaked into the heart. Ming Chengyou raised his head countless times before he saw Fu Ran staggering back.

She lowered her head, looking sleepy.

Ming Chengyou got up and walked, standing on the highest stone step overlooking her.

Fu Ran walked a few steps, only to find a group of figures suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, she raised her head and stopped her steps, half of her face had obvious finger marks, the dress on her body was wrinkled, and her hair was scattered behind her head.

"Where have you been?"

"Why are you not sleeping yet?"

In unison.

Ming Chengyou walked down the next step. Because he stood taller than her, Fu Ran could only reach the seat above his chest. Seeing that her hair was wet, Ming Chengyou must have been in the rain for a long time, "You were whipped?"

"So obvious?" Fu Ran smiled wryly, reaching out to touch her cheek, "Hiss—"

It hurts badly.

"Looking good, have you taken it back?"

The top of her black and bright head was raised, her small face was facing the sky, even though her face was swollen, she still couldn't hide her charming demeanor.

Fu Ran's eyes were gloomy, and Ming Chengyou saw that the bottom of her pool was gradually foggy, she took a light breath, and tried her best to relieve the depression in her heart with a calm tone, "Of course, am I the kind of person who can afford to suffer? "

She barely wanted to laugh, but the arc she made was ugly.

Ming Chengyou stretched out two slender fingers to pinch Fu Ran's cheek, and she patted it with her hands in pain, "Ming Chengyou, let go!"

"Give me a balance on both sides." After speaking, he really pulled harder.

"It hurts, let go!"

He didn't want to see her like this, so he wanted to tear off the bitter skin neatly.

After Ming Chengyou let go of his hand, Fu Ran kept covering her face. When the black shadow above her head came down, she felt a daze in her eyes. Her hands were pulled away forcefully, her waist was immediately strangled, and the man's cool and domineering kisses came overwhelmingly. .

The tip of her hot tongue pried open her white teeth, she seemed to be able to see the shallow arc of Ming Chengyou's mouth, and her thoughts fell into boundless chaos.

Fu Ran felt her throat and mouth were on fire. He kissed her very deeply and fiercely. The tongue wrapped around the tip of her tongue and teased and sucked. Weakened, even if he hugged his waist, he couldn't move.