Dyed

"Fu Ran, do you still want to celebrate his birthday? Why is he? He is just an illegitimate child. He was not recognized in the past. He thought that he would be justified if he mastered the gunkun? It will never be possible. My dad handed the kunkun over to the boss. I don't care, but I can't figure out why he is so partial to an illegitimate child?" Ming Chengyou's forehead was stretched with veins, and his eyes were dyed red.

The word "illegitimate child" was like the sharpest hammer, hitting Fu Ran's heart directly.

"Ming Chengyou," Fu Ran's hand hanging on the edge of his trousers slowly clenched into a fist, and Ming Chengyou heard her voice gradually turn cold, "Don't talk about him like that."

"Isn't it?" Ming Chengyou's long and narrow peach eyes narrowed slightly, and a gloomy streak slipped across, "Fu Ran, this is a well-known secret, how long do you want to hide it for him?"

"No, don't let me hear those three words, you can't say that about him!"

Fu Ran's fierce tone was astonishing, and even he was taken aback.

Her vision was hazy, her eyes were hot, and she said silently over and over in her heart, Ming Chengyou, don't talk about him like that, she was just afraid that Ming Chengyou would not be able to bear it one day, she hoped that he would leave room for everything.

Ming Chengyou heard her reprimand, but it was entirely because of her favoritism towards Ming Zheng.

"Fu Ran?" Ming Chengyou looked at her in disbelief.

Fu Ran wiped away her tears with her hand. If one day the truth was presented to Ming Chengyou, would he be able to endure it?

Her tears flowed more and more urgently, and she couldn't stop choking on the spot.

Ming Chengyou is used to being the only one who is held in the top of his heart. Even if he lost power at the beginning, he still has the foundation of the Ming family and the Li family.

Fu Ran saw Ming Chengyou's figure gradually blurred in her eyes, and the sadness in her heart had nowhere to disperse, and the secret of Ming Yunfeng's dying moment made her breathless.

Wiping away her tears vigorously, she passed Ming Chengyou's side and walked towards the intersection.

"Don't go!"

Ming Chengyou hugged Fu Ran's waist from behind, "His birthday has passed, what's the point of you going now?"

"Let me go!" Fu Ran struggled hard with her shoulders, backed away and swung the bag in her hand to knock on Ming Chengyou's outstretched hand, "You don't have to worry about my affairs."

She ran away, just as a taxi passed by.

Fu Ran opened the car door without hesitation and sat in.

She took out her mobile phone and called Mingzheng, Luo Wenying reminded him that there was a call, Mingzheng fumbled for a long time before connecting.

"Hey brother, where are you?"

Mingzheng raised his eyes to Luo Wenying who was concentrating on driving, "I'll be home soon."

"Okay, you wait for me at the door for a while, and I will be there soon."

After hanging up the phone, Mingzheng turned his face away from the window, surprisingly sober, he remained silent, grasping the opportunity to restore the black screen.

Luo Wenying tentatively asked, "Is it Xiaoran?"

He didn't speak, but nodded.

"How about I put you down here and you take a taxi back?"

Mingzheng finally turned his face away from Luo Wenying, his eyes were full of seriousness and puzzlement, "Why?"

"Maybe we can meet up when we go back now."

Mingzheng smiled slightly, and his tone was full of ridicule, "Where is the use of this, besides, are you very shameless?"

Luo Wenying glared at him, "I'm doing it for your own good."

"No need," Mingzheng stretched out his hands and pressed his temples wearily, "Xiaoran sees it as if she doesn't see it, this is the difference between caring and not caring."

Fu Ran went to the door of Mingzheng's house first, and there were bright street lights outside the villa, so she wouldn't feel scared even if she stood here in the early morning.

Her steps were small and wandering, as if she was full of thoughts, and her heels made a crisp sound when they stepped on the ground.

When a headlight came on, Fu Ran subconsciously covered her forehead with her hands.

When the car stopped, Luo Wenying turned her back and picked up the jacket on the back seat and handed it to Mingzheng, "Say hello to Xiaoran for me, I won't go down."

Ming Zheng took over, and the car door slammed shut.

Luo Wenying turned around and left.

Fu Ran looked at Ming Zheng who was walking step by step, feeling more and more guilty and uneasy.

He was supposed to be the proud son of heaven, but he was burdened with a fate that should not belong to him. Fortunately, gossip did not bring him down.

His face gradually became clear in the mottled tree shadows, and Fu Ran saw him standing in front of him.

"Brother, happy birthday."

The corner of Ming Zheng's mouth softened, Fu Ran took out the gift box from her bag and handed it to him, "I'm sorry," she looked at the time, "It's been an hour and five minutes."

"I thought you forgot." Ming Zheng took over.

"Do you think my memory is so bad?" Fu Ran saw him open the box, "Do you like it?"

"like."

"I'll make it up for you another day," Fu Ran gestured with both hands, "I'll give you such a big bowl of birthday noodles."

Ming Zheng raised his eyes and stared at her with dark eyes, "Xiao Ran, are you busy tonight? You just came out of the studio now?"

Fu Ran is not good at lying, she avoided Ming Zheng's gaze, "Oh, the annual leave is coming soon, I don't want to go back to work overtime after the Chinese New Year."

The smoldering shoots in Mingzheng's eyes were submerged little by little, and he couldn't help but think of the scene he saw outside the restaurant.

"Brother, it seems to me that Wen Ying sent you back. Did you have a happy birthday?" She raised her chin lightly, but her eyes were a little red.

Mingzheng felt a slight tingle in his heart, "Let's go out for a meal."

"Oh," Fu Ran nodded, "It's getting late, my mother almost exploded my phone, I'll go back first."

"I'll take you off." He groped into his pocket, only then remembered that the car hadn't come back, so he turned around and went to the garage to pick up the car again.

"No need," Fu Ran smelled the alcohol on his body, "I asked the taxi driver to wait for me for a while, I'd better go back in his car, you go in and have a rest."

Ming Zheng followed the trend and saw a taxi with taillights not far away.

Fu Ran said goodnight to him, and walked over while waving. Ming Zheng saw her figure shrinking a little bit in his eyes. Fu Ran opened the car door and got into the back seat, just as Fan Xian called again.

She reasoned that she was late because of overtime work, and Fan Xian told her to drive carefully before hanging up the phone.

The taxi took Fu Ran back to the restaurant. It was almost two o'clock in the morning.

The streets in the middle of the night were so cold that the cold wind penetrated through every hole, and every pore was frozen to the point of losing consciousness.

The restaurant is also closed, except for the occasional 24-hour Kedian and bar clubs, Ying'an City has long been dormant.