Dyed

After paying the money, Fu Ran got out of the car, and saw her Audi car lying alone in the parking lot from afar.

She tightened her neckline and walked quickly, her nose sensitively smelled a smell of smoke, and when she approached, she found a figure squatting in front of the car, Ming Chengyou heard footsteps, and turned his head with a cigarette in his hand.

"Why are you here?"

Fu Ran noticed the messy cigarette butts at Ming Chengyou's feet.

"I'm waiting for you."

"Where's your car?"

Ming Chengyou stretched out his finger not far away.

"It's getting late, let's go back." Fu Ran opened the car door, Ming Chengyou threw away half of the cigarette in his hand, the thin smoke overflowing from the corner of his mouth made his face obscure, he pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, only staring at her hatefully.

Fu Ran wanted to leave, but Ming Chengyou quickly blocked the car door, "Did you see him?"

"seen."

Ming Cheng Youchu was beside him and didn't speak, Fu Ran pushed his hand away, "I'm going back."

"You come to mr tomorrow."

"Is something wrong?"

"It's about work."

Fu Ran exposed him, "Fu will be on vacation the day after tomorrow, and mr will only be in these two days, so what else can he do at work?"

"If you come, you will come."

"Okay." Fu Ran sat in the driver's seat, and Ming Chengyou bent down to her ear, "The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is my birthday, so I'll make an appointment for you one day in advance."

Fu Ran turned around, her cheek brushed against the man's soft lips, she stepped back, "Your birthday is full of people for you."

She knew that today was Ming Chengyou's birthday, and she carefully accompanied him through this day that no one else knew, which should belong to Ming Chengyou.

Fu Ran was in a complicated mood, and she didn't want to experience the same heaviness again.

Ming Chengyou looked directly at the face that was close at hand, "I don't need others to do it for me."

Fu Ran knew that he was endlessly comparing the truth, "Is it okay to talk about it at that time? I will try my best."

"No, what I want is certainty," Ming Chengyou said firmly, "just like you promised Mingzheng."

Fu Ran was already tired and in a bad mood. After such a blow from Ming Chengyou, he immediately lost his temper, "What did I promise him? I can't celebrate his birthday. What else do you want? Ming Chengyou, you still miss me How about it?"

Fu Ran stretched out her hand and pushed Ming Chengyou hard, and regardless of his stagger, she slammed the car door shut, stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

Ming Chengyou never expected that Fu Ran would lose such a temper. He waited for her here only because of his soft temper, but he broke up in a bad mood.

Fu Ran's hands holding the steering wheel tightened tightly, and tears burst out.

She asked for it on her own, so she shouldn't know what to do, Ming Zheng and Ming Chengyou should celebrate their birthdays whenever they want.

Fu Ran rubbed her eyes, feeling the depression in her heart had nowhere to express, she clenched her hands into fists and pounded on the steering wheel.

The loud noise quickly woke her up again.

She took out a tissue and wiped the corners of her eyes lightly, sobbing uncontrollably in her throat.

But, after all, I couldn't bear it.

She couldn't turn a blind eye to it, she admitted that she couldn't handle everything satisfactorily, just like this time, she deliberately ignored Ming Zheng's disappointment in order to celebrate Ming Chengyou's birthday.

Woke up the next day with a splitting headache.

Fu Ran forced herself to go to the studio. There was some finishing work to be done. She didn't go to mr. Knowing that Ming Chengyou was interested, she didn't bother to send it to him for entertainment.

Lin Lin knocked on the office door outside.

"Come in."

"Xiaoran, someone sent flowers."

Lin Lin brought the waiter from the flower shop into the office.Fu Ran had caught a cold last night, and now he is feeling drowsy and uncomfortable.

"Miss Fu, your flower."

The fresh white lilies are delicate and charming, with a sultry fragrance. Fu Ran picked up a pen to sign for receipt, and pointed to the flowers on the desk, "Lin Lin, take the flowers away. I have a cold and it would be a waste to put a bunch of flowers here."

"It just so happens that the dance room is short of flowers, so maybe the whole room will be fragrant after the Chinese New Year."

Fu Ran was concentrating on her work, her phone was set to vibrate, and the call still made a harsh sound when it came in. She held it in her hand and glanced at it, it was Ming Chengyou.

After hanging up several times, he repeated without giving up.

Fu Ran moved the phone to her ear, "Hello?"

"Where are you not in the office?"

"I'm in the office." The signature pen in Fu Ran's hand drew black marks on the A4 paper, "Is there something wrong?"

There was a sound of opening the door, "Why didn't I see it?"

Fu Ran had a stuffy nose and spoke dully, "You sent someone to send flowers to fu early in the morning, didn't you just know that I didn't go to mr?"

Acting is quite interesting, self-directed and self-acted.

Ming Chengyou didn't open his mouth for a while, but when Fu Ran heard the sound of closing the door, the man's voice was calm and indifferent, "I didn't ask anyone to send you flowers."

Out of the corner of Fu Ran's eyes, she caught a glimpse of the card on the table. She took it for granted that it was Ming Chengyou. She also received flowers from him a few days ago. Fu Ran opened the beautiful card and saw Ming Zheng written on the signature. .

She opened her almond eyes slightly, and couldn't help being embarrassed for a moment, "Is there something wrong with Mr.R?"

Ming Chengyou was silent for a long time, when Fu Ran wanted to speak again, he heard a beeping sound.

She put the phone back where it was. A cold is already uncomfortable, so there's no time to worry about it.

After dinner, I received a call from Mr. Li.

Fu Ran drove a few people with him, and another teacher bought a new Regal. After arriving at MR, they went to the finance department first. Now that Fu Ran came, he simply went upstairs to get some materials.

Secretary Ni was also preparing to take a vacation, and was humming a little song in the office to organize things. When she saw Fu Ran, her face sank first, as if her good mood was all ruined by her.

Fu Ran nodded as a greeting, and since she couldn't get along, there was no need to try to please her.

She took out the office key from her bag, and after inserting it, she found that the door was unlocked.

Fu Ran opened the door and went in, and saw Ming Chengyou sitting on her office chair.

With his back to the door, all the curtains facing north were drawn. The office was already well-lit. Secretary Ni probed his head, and Fu Ran turned around and closed the door.

Ming Chengyou maintained the original posture.

Fu Ran strode towards the bookshelves, and saw the car models ordered by Secretary Ni to be taken out, and they were put back one after another. She knew the information she had put in herself. Fu Ran walked to another row of bookshelves, and the man followed closely .

Fu Ran found the folder she needed, pulled it out, turned around, and saw Ming Chengyou staring at her for a moment.