Dyed

Fu Ran was still calm, and pushed Ming Chengyou away just as he was about to shoot him away.

He held her face in both hands, and drew Fu Ran's lip line over and over with his fingertips.

The incomplete and riddled heart on the chest was beating extremely forcefully, as if it had been injected with fresh blood, wishing it could pierce Ming Chengyou's heart every time.

Fu Ran felt that her mouth was dry, and she held Ming Chengyou's wrist with both hands, and her panting sound was also hoarse.

Attention returned to the screen again, but due to a skip in the middle, the overall feeling was diminished. Fu Ran was terribly sleepy at the end, and his head touched Ming Chengyou's shoulder several times.

He stretched out his hand to grab her face and let her pillow on his shoulder, "Go to sleep."

"Be sure to wake me up when the movie is over." She squinted her eyes, her words blurred.

Ming Chengyou didn't answer, just tapped his fingers on the handle of the sofa.

……

When the last dish was served, the waiter went out and turned back.

All the lights in the box were suddenly extinguished.

Mingzheng put down the chopsticks in his hand, "What's going on?" There was displeasure in his words.

A cake trolley was pushed into the box, and Luo Wenying walked over to take the trolley from the waiter. When the door was closed, she cleared her throat and sang, "happy—birthday—to—you, happy—birthday—to —you..."

Ming Zheng stood up slowly from his seat.

Luo Wenying pushed the cake in front of him, and said in a gentle voice, "Happy birthday."

She felt an indescribable emotion in her heart. In the past [-] years or so, Mingzheng probably didn't really celebrate his birthday very often.

The identity of an illegitimate child is there. Since his birth, which birthday is worthy of being celebrated by others?

The rotating fireworks made cheerful music, and Mingzheng looked at Luo Wenying standing opposite through the ice-blue flames.

"Thank you."

Luo Wenying took out the scissors and cut the copper wire in the middle, and turned on the light casually.

The sudden light is dazzling, and the light has only been turned off for a while, and I am not used to it.

She handed him the knife for cutting the cake, and Ming Zheng tightened his lips from beginning to end, after that, he drank a lot of wine crazily.

Luo Wenying helped the stumbled Mingzheng out of the Liyuan Garden, the night wind was extremely cold, blowing straight into the neckline.

She passed through Ming Zheng's waist with the other hand, and the palm of her hand touched the man's strong and tight waistline, her face blushed unconsciously, "If I knew it, I would have let you out alone, the waiter saw that you were so drunk, maybe you were a tramp Taken in."

"It's not good to speak ill of people behind their backs." Mingzheng raised his head, and his hot breath was burning on Luo Wenying's neck. He just drank too much, but he was not drunk.

"However, it must be wonderful to upload your appearance on the company forum. Those little girls are used to your serious appearance. Where have you seen you like this? It's not crazy."

Luo Wenying felt powerless, a big man didn't see much flesh, but it was so heavy that it almost crushed her small bones.

"Speak clearly," Mingzheng slurred his speech, "Where am I not serious now?"

"I mean you are too serious in your daily life."

Luo Wenying led Mingzheng towards the parking lot, "Boss, can you still drive?"

"Try it."

Luo Wenying walked to her car, but she didn't dare to let Ming Zheng try it, "I'll take you back, get in the car quickly."

Mingzheng put his hands on the roof of the car, Luo Wenying opened the door to get in, "What are you doing, let's go!"

He stood motionless.

Luo Wenying returned to Mingzheng's side, turned her face to take a look, and was completely overwhelmed by lightning.

How can you fall asleep like this?

His handsome face was pressed against the cold roof of the car, his arms were circled, and his sleeping appearance was rare and obedient.

The thick eyelashes cast a dense shadow under the corner of the eyes, Luo Wenying reached out and patted his shoulder, "Mingzheng, let's go!"

He tilted his body and fell to the side, he just thought he was on the big bed at home.

Luo Wenying exclaimed, and hugged his waist without thinking.

The footsteps moved behind him, so as to barely hold him firmly, Mingzheng put his whole body weight on her body, she opened the car door, and pushed him into the passenger seat with difficulty.

Fu Ran opened his eyes dimly during the period, and saw that the original movie was still playing on the screen.

Ming Chengyou patted her face to signal her to continue sleeping.

She fell into a deep sleep, and when she woke up, she found that they were still watching the movie. She gently rubbed the corners of her eyes, and took a sip of the coke on the table.

"Sleepy? Let's sleep again."

After taking a nap for a while, he was really refreshed, "What time is it?"

"It's still early." Ming Chengyou stared at the screen, and Fu Ran followed his gaze. After watching for half a minute, he vaguely felt that this clip was very familiar. She had seen it before.

Fu Ran let go of the Coke in her hand, reached out and took out her cell phone from her bag.

Twelve twenty in the morning.

Her delicate eyebrows were tightly frowned, as if afraid of making a mistake, she looked at the wall clock in the cinema again.

It was still twelve twenty.

My mind quickly woke up and I could understand what was going on.

Fu Ran stuffed her things into the bag without even looking at Ming Chengyou and got up to leave.

Ming Chengyou clasped her wrist, "Where are you going?"

"Go back!" With a wave of her hand, she forcibly shook off Ming Chengyou's tugging. Fu Ran supported herself with her palm, and walked out with her legs without hesitation.

Ming Chengyou then chased him out.

They almost walked out of the movie theater. Fu Ran's car was still parked at the restaurant where she had dinner, and she walked to the intersection to stop the car.

Ming Chengyou grabbed her arm, "I'll take you home."

"I'm not going home!" Fu Ran raised her voice suddenly, the sharpness in her words made Ming Chengyou a little startled, and she didn't expect her to be so angry.

"What's the matter with you?" He frowned, and his face became gloomy.

"Ming Chengyou, you're doing this just to make me miss time, is it interesting? After all, it's just a gift, do you need to spend your time?"

"You also said it's boring, so what do you care about?"

Fu Ran bit her lip tightly, the tearing pain reminded her reason, she stood there powerless, "He is you..." Fu Ran paused, then said, "Brother!"

"Fu Ran, he didn't regard me as his younger brother, and I didn't regard him as my elder brother either!" Ming Chengyou stood with the backlight, his face flickered from bright to dark, and he couldn't tell clearly.

Fu Ran sighed, Li Yunling was caught in the middle of the estrangement and hostility in the past twenty years, and Ming Chengyou always remembered Ming Zheng's ulterior motives, pushing a pair of brothers who might get close to each other farther and farther.

She picked up her bag to leave.

Ming Chengyou's melancholy voice contained a kind of sad sharpness, "Fu Ran, have you ever thought about what his birthday means to me?"

Her running pace gradually slowed down, and she finally stood in the middle of the square not far from him.

"Boss's birthday is only 20 days away from mine, that is to say, my mother and Zhao Lan were pregnant at the same time," Ming Chengyou walked with difficulty, and the heaviness of this moment only broke out after more than [-] years of backlog. After getting behind Fu Ran, she walked around a dark shadow and stood in front of her, "The moment my mother knew, I saw tears in her eyes, but she still had to keep a decent smile and say to my dad, okay, you put the boss Take it back, no matter what, he is the eldest son of the Ming family. But my mother can't wait to bite off a piece of Zhao Lan's flesh, and I also think she is very tired, pretending to be too tired!"

Of course Fu Ran could understand Li Yunling's state of mind at that time. As a woman, no one could accept such cruelty.