Dyed

Fu Ran's eyes fell on his face, and Ming Chengyou folded his hands on his chest, breathing steadily and forcefully.

He fell asleep in just a short while, tidying himself up neatly, unlike some people who have unshaven beards after staying up late.

The soothing light music added a hypnotic effect, and Fu Ran also felt very relaxed and happy, and his heart was at ease.

In the past few days, it was another Monday morning.

When Fu Ran went downstairs and saw Fu Songting in a suit and leather shoes, Fan Xian smiled and prepared a briefcase for him, "Let's have breakfast first, it's still early."

"Dad," Fu Ran's voice was clear and crisp, "is it so early today?"

Fan Xian's face swept away the haze of the past, "Your dad has to go to work, can it be early?"

Fu Ran was amazed at Ming Chengyou's efficiency, she came to the two of them calmly, "I'll tell you what's clear, you're still worried."

Chen Ma prepared a richer breakfast than usual, so Fu Ran tied up her hair and walked towards the restaurant.

"Xiaoran." Fan Xian called her.

"Ok?"

Fu Ran pulled out the chair and was about to sit down.

"Call Chengyou to come to our house for dinner tomorrow night. He will contribute money and efforts for this matter, and we will keep it in mind."

"Dad, Mom, how do you know?"

"Since he was the one who helped, you can't let others lend a helping hand for nothing, but you pretend to be confused, right?" Fan Xian handed the fried eggs to Fu Ran, "It's a good thing that your father's matter was unexpected. It’s over, otherwise I don’t know who to cry to.”

Fu Ran told Ming Chengyou what the family wanted, but he didn't expect him to readily agree.

"Can't you pretend to be polite?"

Ming Chengyou smiled, "My family doesn't speak two dialects."

After Fu Ran left the office, Ming Chengyou looked at the row of car models on the bookshelf. He picked up the phone and pressed the internal line, "Secretary Ni, come in."

"Ivan, is there something wrong?"

Ming Chengyou raised his head, glanced at her coldly, he pushed away the office chair and walked to the bookshelf, "Explain to me, what's going on here?"

Secretary Ni didn't take it seriously, and Ming Chengyou said first, "If you still refuse to tell the truth, you will start resting at home tomorrow. Secretary Ni, I think you are too busy to panic, right?"

Secretary Ni's eyes were red with grievance, and she stood in front of the bookshelf without speaking.

"Don't think that if I keep you, you can really do everything according to your own temperament," Ming Chengyou said in a cold voice, "If you don't see it, hide it in your heart, or stay here and be blind, or go away. .”

"Ivan?" Ming Chengyou had never said such a strong word to her.

"go out."

Fu Ran came to the secretary's desk with the materials, just in time to see Secretary Ni coming out of the office. She rubbed her eyes and saw Fu Ran stare bitterly.

"Secretary Ni, here are the documents."

She reached out and snatched it vigorously, but she didn't dare to attack again, "What's so interesting?"

His voice was hoarse, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Fu Ran didn't have any friendship with her, so it was useless to ask, so she turned and walked into her office.

Swiping the card to get off work on time, Ming Chengyou and Fu Ran went to Fu's house together, Fan Xian and Fu Songting were there, seeing Ming Chengyou, Fu Songting was not as indifferent as before, and invited Ming Chengyou to kill a plate while preparing dinner.

When chess meets opponents, Fu Ran can only stand by and watch.

She served the tea made by herself to Ming Chengyou and Fu Songting respectively. During these days, she grew up with Fu Songting's chess skills. Seeing that the chess piece in Ming Chengyou's hand was about to fall, Fu Ran hurriedly shouted, "Don't."

At this time, she had already forgotten about the real gentleman who watched chess without speaking, and Fu Ran pointed to the chessboard, "Play here."

With doubts on his face, Ming Chengyou took back the half-fallen pieces, "Is it true?"

"Listen to me, that's right," Fu Ran said confidently, "Besides, the bystander knows."

Fu Songting saw the joyful discussion between the two, "Have we discussed it?"

Fu Ran was confident, "Okay."

"Okay," Ming Chengyou settled down, "It's all to blame for losing..."

"Okay!" Fu Songting beamed with joy, "To kill!"

Standing by the side, Fu Ran could only point fingers, "Maybe I was wrong."

Ming Chengyou sighed directly at Fu Songting's superb chess skills, and stared at Fu Ran, which was clear to the bystanders.

There was still some time before dinner, Ming Chengyou had been to Fu's house a few times, but he had never even been upstairs.

He followed Fu Ran, and the aisle on the second floor was covered with beautifully framed calligraphy and paintings. Ming Chengyou passed a room and saw the nanny coming out of it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that it should be a woman's room.

He stood at the door, "Is this your bedroom? I'll go in and have a look."

After speaking, the hand has already twisted the doorknob.

Fu Ran walked in front and turned around when she heard the movement. She strode to Ming Chengyou's side and held down his outstretched hand, "My room is inside, this one is not mine."

"Whose is that?"

Fu Ran closed the opened door. Fan Xian had this habit. She also told Fu Ran that after all, she lived here with her daughter who had been with her for 20 years. It was like a good memory, even if she didn't come back The house is also empty.

"You Yingrui." She gently said the name.

Ming Chengyou nodded thoughtfully, "Is that the one who swapped with you when you were young?"

"En." As long as the topic involves You Yingrui, Fu Ran doesn't want to talk about it in depth.

Ming Chengyou couldn't hide his curiosity, "It seems that I haven't seen her, how is she doing now?"

Fu Ran remembered the worry Fan Xian said, "It should be fine, she has gone abroad."

"Is it?"

Fu Ran didn't have the habit of talking behind people's backs, so she kept her mouth shut about the possible adoption of You Yingrui, so as not to ruin people's reputation.

Ming Chengyou followed Fu Ran into her room. The typical feminine taste was quite different from the style of their master bedroom in Yiyun Capital.

The south-facing windows provide excellent sunlight. The bedroom is neat and tidy, with bookcases with glass doors and odds and ends hanging on the switches.

The floor was dark red, covered with carpets with wild patterns, and there were a few books on the desk by the window. Ming Chengyou walked in and saw Fu Ran running to the window, quickly folding the quilt.

She blushed with embarrassment, "I got up in a hurry in the morning."

She tidies up her room by herself, and she is not used to others coming in.

Ming Chengyou smiled, straightened his body leaning against the door and walked in, "Does it feel good to sleep alone?"

Fu Ran has long been used to Ming Chengyou's ability to choke to death suddenly, "It's good."

He looked around, came to the window, and picked up a book casually, which happened to be "Fate and Love" that Fu Ran bought at Xinhua Bookstore that day.

The window was opened, and the cold wind swept through the setting sun and shone in.

Ming Chengyou walked around in her not-so-big room, and then sat on the edge of Fu Ran's bed, "Why didn't you think of staying here for a night when I was with you?"

Fu Ran rolled up the curtains, and Ming Chengyou saw cute little bears embroidered on the curtains, matching the blue and blue checks.

He fell back, sighing comfortably.

Fu Ran sat at the table, took out a novel, and lit the desk lamp casually.