Dyed

Ming Chengyou will only feel comfortable when he lies down, and his mind is full of sleep.

He propped himself up with both hands, and saw a particularly bright place in front of him. In the supposedly dark room, only Fu Ran's exquisite figure could be seen. The orange light brought out warmth and shrouded the shrunken figure in it.

He walked away with very light footsteps, and Fu Ran could see that Ming Chengyou came behind her.

Her shiny black hair hangs down on both sides, and only the outline of half of her face can be seen clearly from a top-down angle. There is a chill, and Ming Chengyou closes the window casually, "Isn't it cold?"

Fu Ran was taken aback, "I forgot to open the window, and I didn't pay attention for a moment."

Ming Chengyou took the book from her hand, and the fingertips that touched it were cold.

He squeezed Fu Ran's fingers into his palm, and there was a knock on the door, "Xiao Ran, Cheng You, dinner is ready."

"Oh." Fu Ran withdrew her hand, "Let's go."

The atmosphere at the dinner table was harmonious. After Fan Xian's persuasion and Ming Chengyou's help, Fu Songting was naturally polite.

As that day was getting closer, Fu Ran couldn't restrain the unspeakable complexity in his heart.

December 25 of the lunar calendar.

There are still five days until New Year's Eve.

Fu Ran took advantage of the lunch break to go to the shopping mall. She had browsed magazines a few days ago and was thinking about what to buy. She came to the men's boutique and helped Mingzheng choose a wallet.

December 25 is Mingzheng's birthday.

Seeing that she had no intention of leaving, the waitress asked, "Miss, is there anything else I can do for you?"

Fu Ran walked to the counter on the other side and saw the men's watch inside.

She swiped her card and walked out of the mall, holding two exquisite gift boxes in her hand.

After receiving Mingzheng's call, Fu Ran hesitated, but still answered, "Hello?"

"Xiaoran, are you free tonight? I want to have dinner with you."

Fu Ran stared at her toes and held the phone tightly with her fingers until her palms were wet with sweat. She heard her own voice erratic, "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm rushing to finish an event recently, and I have to work overtime tonight. "

"I can wait for you." Ming Zheng said persistently.

Fu Ran felt more and more guilty, but still refused, "No, I really have something to do, and it's going to be very late."

"Alright then." Ming Zheng's words concealed disappointment.

Fu Ran hung up the phone and opened the address book.

Ming Chengyou didn't expect that Fu Ran would take the initiative to call her.

"Are you free tonight? Have a meal together."

He moved away from the computer, "Why did you think of inviting me to dinner for no reason?"

"Aren't you free? That's fine."

"Don't!" Ming Chengyou's vicious voice came, "If you dare to repent, just wait for the good fruit."

Fu Ran made an appointment with him, and she got into the car with her things.

The car didn't start immediately after starting the engine, Fu Ran looked at the crowds outside the car window.

She could imagine Mingzheng's disappointment, Fu Ran picked up the wallet in the boutique box, "Brother," paused, and Fang said again, "I'm sorry."

She thought of what Ming Yunfeng had said to her before his death, every sentence was like an inescapable curse, binding her and binding them as well.

Fu Ran first went to the reserved restaurant to reserve a seat. She put the box containing the watch on the table, and looked out the window with her chin propped up with one hand.

There are crowds of people on the street corner, no matter how clear they are through a layer of glass, they are just silhouettes.

Fu Ran didn't want a box, and the rectangular dining tables were not as far apart as the round tables. She held a cup of steaming tea in her hand.

Ming Chengyou bent down and sat opposite her, "When did you arrive?"

"Just arrived."

He put the car keys on the table casually, flipped through the menu in his hand and said casually, "Why did you think of inviting me to dinner?"

Fu Ran casually found a reason, "My dad is thanks to you, so I want to treat him formally."

Ming Chengyou looked over the menu at Fu Ran, seeming suspicious, "Really? Didn't you invite everyone to your house?"

"Are you going to eat?"

Ming Chengyou buried his eyes on the menu, "Eat, eat, let's go."

Taking advantage of the interval between serving dishes, Ming Chengyou touched the gift box next to him with his elbow, his eyes looked over, his face obviously sank, "Today is Mingzheng's birthday, right?"

"So you remember."

Ming Chengyou frowned, "Fu Ran, what do you mean?"

With a push, she pushed the gift box to his hand, "This is for you."

"Give it to me?" Ming Chengyou looked stunned, and Fu Ransheng was afraid that he would become suspicious, "I know that you have helped a lot with my dad, so..."

Ming Chengyou took out the box and already had the watch in his hand, "Which one did you choose?"

"Correct."

He took off the original watch and reached out to Fu Ran, "Put it on for me."

The platinum watchband has just touched, and there is a kind of coolness that penetrates into the bone marrow. This men's watch is very majestic. Fu Ran just glanced at the watch that Ming Chengyou took off. It seems to be much more expensive than the one she bought, "Do you like it?"

Ming Chengyou raised his arms and brought them closer to his eyes, "I like it."

A dish that tantalized the taste buds was served on the table. Fu Ran looked at the dazzling watch on Ming Chengyou's wrist, and his mood immediately improved.

He was serving her food and talking, but she was indescribably uncomfortable eating the delicious food.

Ming Chengyou also had a rare appetite. He glanced at the watch out of the corner of his eye, and a pair of smiling peach blossom eyes were illuminated by the crystal mirror.

Mingzheng drove the car into the parking lot. Luo Wenying knew that today was his birthday, but Mingzheng didn't say so, and only asked to have a meal together.

As soon as he closed the car door with his hand, Mo Mo's familiar figure came into his eyes unexpectedly. He saw Fu Ran sitting by the window. Although it was covered by a bonsai, he could see every frown and smile in his eyes. Ming Zheng saw the man sitting opposite her. Someone was picking up food for her, and after a closer look, it turned out to be Ming Chengyou.

Luo Wenying also got out of the car, seeing him stuck in place, "What's wrong?"

Ming Zheng shook his head, "It's nothing, let's change to another house."

After speaking, he opened the car door and sat back.

Luo Wenying looked in the direction he was looking at earlier, her expression changed a little, she followed Ming Zheng and left here without saying a word.

After the meal, the waiter brought beautiful and exquisite snacks, Ming Chengyou waved his hand to say no, Fu Ran cut a small piece of strawberry cake with a fork, "Have some."

He frowned. "You know I don't like this kind of stuff."

"One bite."

"Not a single bite." Ming Chengyou was quite repulsive, he couldn't find any other words to describe it except sweet and greasy.

With her head down, Fu Ran chopped the cake into pieces with a knife and fork, which was simply horrible.

Ming Chengyou frowned, and it became tighter and tighter.

"Okay, I'll take a bite."

He took the knife and fork from Fu Ran's hand, reluctantly got a piece and put it in his mouth.

Fu Ran looked at his chewing movements, and said to himself, "Ming Chengyou, happy birthday."