Dyed

The car was so silent, even the sound of breathing was very soft.

The soothing and slightly sad "Rain Broken Jiangnan" is a song that Fu Ran changed recently.

Ming Chengyou leaned back, leaning his head against the back of the chair, his eyes were still slightly closed.

The flaming red lips in Fu Ran's eyes were lingering, and there was an inexplicable irritability, so that when Ming Chengyou held her hand, she swung it away forcefully.

Ming Chengyou raised his eyelids slightly, and stared at Fu Ran's side face from the corner of his eye, "What's wrong?"

"I am driving."

He leaned over and rested his head on Fu Ran's shoulder, "I know you're driving, I have a headache."

"Who made you drink so much?"

"Do you think I really love to pour wine into my mouth like plain water?" His tone was mixed with indistinguishable ambiguity and grievance, coupled with the discomfort after being drunk, the corners of Fu Ran's eyes subconsciously softened, "Go back later and have a good sleep. "

The car soon arrived at Yiyun Capital, Fu Ran unbuckled his seat belt, "Here we are."

Ming Chengyou looked up, "It's not here."

"Why not?" Fu Ran didn't know the place where she lived.

Ming Chengyou straightened his upper body and leaned back, "I don't live here."

"Then where do you live?"

"Zhongjing Haoting."

There is still a long way to go, "Why didn't you tell me just now?"

It's like going in a circle.

"I can't blame me for being drunk." Ming Chengyou had a valid reason.

Fu Ran looked at the time, "Evian Capital is also available. I saw it was cleaned up last time. You can live here tonight."

"I only lived in Evian Capital when I brought you back on your birthday," Ming Chengyou looked at the empty villas through the windshield, "I will suffer from insomnia if I live here alone."

"Aren't you the only one in Zhongjing Haoting?"

"It's not the same," Ming Chengyou leaned his head on Fu Ran again, "There is a shadow of you living in the capital of Yiyun, and there is no other place. As long as I stay here, I will think of you, and I can't help it."

Fu Ran's fingers tightened around the steering wheel, and she loosened her knuckles little by little in silence. She started the engine and drove the car towards Zhongjing Haoting.

This place is not as ostentatious as the capital of Evian, but the style and design taste are still top-notch. Fu Ran stopped the car in front of the destination Ming Chengyou said, "Here we are."

"Won't you help me in?"

Fu Ran shook her head, "I'm afraid you will suffer from insomnia again in Zhongjing Haoting after I go in."

Ming Chengyou laughed, "Go sit down."

Fu Ran still helped him to the gate, but he didn't go in. Ming Chengyou was half awake, and Fu Ran drove away when he saw him walk into the living room.

Ming Chengyou came to the balcony on the second floor, looked out from the wind, and could see the winding night view of Ying'an City from a distance. Fu Ran's car had long since disappeared, his eyes were getting darker, and his body was tired.

Cut kun.

Luo Wenying bit her pen and stared at the computer absentmindedly. Whoever said that golden collars go out are glamorous and admired by others. In her eyes, golden collars and bitterness are inseparable.

23 o'clock exactly.

However, she was still wasting her youth in the company to catch up on a project. Only her office on the whole floor of the office building was still lit.

Ming Zheng put a coat on his arm, passed by her door and saw a light inside, he didn't knock on the door, just pushed it open and walked in, "Eve, are you still busy?"

Luo Wenying didn't raise her head, "Didn't you just leave too?"

Mr. Mr. is menacing, and Ming Zheng is also a master that should not be underestimated.

Recently, the company's top executives have often been forced to hold meetings. Ming Zheng sat down opposite Luo Wenying, "Let's go, the dark circles under my eyes are coming out."

"Really?" Women always care more about their appearance than anything else. Luo Wenying tapped her eye circles with her index finger, "I was blackmailed by capitalists."

Ming Zheng smiled inaudibly, and there was a strong tiredness in his eyes.

Luo Wenying raised her head, the man in front of her was high-quality in terms of looks and conditions, but these glamor could not conceal his loneliness, "I heard that Fu Ran's family is in trouble recently?"

Ming Zheng nestled into the back of the chair, "I've been looking for relationships these days, and the matter of the Fu family came too urgently." An unshakable irritability enveloped his heart, "How do you know?"

"My dad said it," Luo Wenying threw the signature pen into the pen holder, "Hey, this kind of thing is not unusual, my dad has also encountered it, luckily the danger was saved."

"Oh?" Mingzheng pressed his hands on Luo Wenying's desk, "How did you solve it?"

Luo Wenying shrugged, "Relationships, find the right way, hit the nail on the head!"

Ming Zheng was thoughtful, "Could you trouble your dad to take him offline? This fact is a headache."

Luo Wenying tidied up the documents on the desktop, "Do you still remember what my dad said when you came to Luo's house and said you were going to divorce?"

"Why don't you remember?" Mingzheng smiled wryly, "If I dare to go to your house again, my legs will be broken."

"So," Luo Wenying looked helpless, "unless you are not afraid of being beaten, let me tell you, my dad has practiced taekwondo."

Ming Zheng straightened his legs, "Like a father, like a daughter."

"The relationship here is very complicated. It's not that I don't help. Even if I say it, it's useless. Now everyone wants to protect themselves. Even if you give me the money, he may not be willing to help."

Mingzheng stood up and helped her pack up the documents, "I know," he picked up his coat and put it on, "but my money is so worthless?"

"No," Luo Wenying frowned, with a rare playful look, "Personal pursuits are different, and he values ​​his official position more than his life."

"It's rare." Mingzheng looked at the sky outside the window, "Let's go have a late-night snack."

"No," Luo Wenying didn't want to refuse, "I'd rather go to bed hungry than gain weight."

There is a saying that weight loss is a woman's lifelong career.

Fu Ran bought an egg pancake on the way to the studio, but Ming Chengyou didn't show up for several days, not even a phone call.

As usual, she turned on the computer, inserted the straw into the carton of milk, and browsed the web for the latest gossip while eating breakfast.

A pop-up window popped up, showing a photo of third-rate actress Chen Diyan kissing someone passionately in public.

The shooting angle is excellent, and the photos of the actress are very clear.

The man was vaguely tall and tall, with a strong back, and the subtitle read: Ming San Shao of Ying'an City is not a foreign country.