Dyed

"Things are not so simple," Fu Songting interjected, "The media is stern to Chengyou. If he has anything to do with Xiaoran, I'm afraid you will be the first to be unable to withstand the pressure of public opinion. Look at the time when Xiaoran left the Ming family. How ugly it was said."

"Your mouth grows on other people." Fan Xian gave Fu Songting a light look, "No one can stop the two young people if they want to. With your temperament, you don't want to worry about anything, and you can't offend anyone if you stand neutral in everything."

"Why do you keep bringing the topic to me?"

Seeing that the two were about to fight again, Fu Ran smiled and reconciled, "Look at you, Mom, don't you want to give Dad face when you go out?"

Fan Xian raised her chin, "This is at home, we have to speak from the facts."

"Okay, okay," Fu Songting smiled helplessly on his always serious face, "I won't talk about it, will I not talk about the head office?"

In fact, sometimes bickering between husband and wife is also a kind of fun. Fu Ran bit her chopsticks lightly, and Fan Xian couldn't help laughing when she saw her like this, "This child probably drank too much, look at this smirk."

He didn't drink much alcohol, maybe it was the first time drinking alcohol had a psychological effect, Fu Ran always felt top-heavy, he must be drunk.

The phone was left in the room, and she saw Ming Chengyou's missed call when she went upstairs.

She just wanted to ignore it, and the words that disappeared on the phone screen scrolled again.

This will be a text message, Fu Ran opened it and saw the content: I am at your door, shall I go in or you come out?

She got up and went into the bathroom, scooped up cold water to wash her face, felt the heat dissipated before going downstairs.

Looking from a distance, he saw a car parked directly opposite the door, and a figure was leaning beside him, looking up and seeing her waving at her.

Fu Ran walked out of the gate. Ming Chengyou had a cigarette in his mouth, but he hadn't lit it yet. He bit his teeth lightly, and the smoke danced up and down at the corners of his mouth, revealing the ruffian heart hidden in his suit and leather shoes.

"What do you want from me?" Fu Ran stood three steps away from him.

Ming Chengyou squinted at her, Fu Ran's fair cheeks were flushed and suspiciously red, and his eyes were hazy, in short, it was different from usual.

Ming Chengyou reached out to remove the cigarette from his mouth, "Have you been drinking?"

"Ah." Fu Ran's mouth was filled with the unique mellow aroma of baijiu, she stomped her feet, this is the benefit of drinking, she still felt warm standing outside in the cold.

Ming Chengyou stretched out his hand to touch her face, it was really hot, "You got it, did you drink it secretly?"

Fu Ran avoided his hand without a trace, "What's the matter with you looking for it so late?"

Ming Chengyou opened the car door, took out a document bag from the passenger seat and gave it to her, "You didn't go to the finance department before you left Mr. This is the bonus and year-end benefits."

The so-called benefits, according to Lin Lin and the others, are thousands of yuan in supermarket shopping coupons and boutique discount coupons.

The finance department can't play new tricks every year.

Fu Ran reached out to take it, "Just make a call and I'll go to the company to pick it up."

"You left in a hurry today, do you still let the people in the finance department wait for you not to have a holiday?"

"Okay," Fu Ran held it in his hand without opening it for a closer look, "Thank you."

"Come with me to a dinner party tomorrow night."

The request was made inexplicably, and Fu Ran didn't want to refuse, "I still have something to do."

"A few days ago about your father's incident, Bureau Song helped a lot. He offered to get together tomorrow night. I asked him to help and told us about our relationship before, so he agreed. He will say anything. See you."

Hearing this, Fu Ran frowned reluctantly, but after all, she helped. If it weren't for Ming Chengyou's daily life, she might not have been able to see them. She recalled Ming Chengyou's words, "We Relationship?"

He lit the cigarette in his hand, "Naturally, the deeper you talk, the more chances you have," Ming Chengyou smiled and raised his lips, "The idea of ​​finding Chen Liyan is what Song Ju came up with."

Now that the words have come to this point, any words of Fu Ran's rejection are untenable, "Okay."

"I'll pick you up tomorrow night."

Fu Ran thought for a while, "Let's make an appointment somewhere, I don't want to be seen by my parents."

Ming Chengyou nodded, "OK."

Fu Ran saw that he was still standing still, "Go back quickly."

Ming Chengyou patted his side, "Stand with me."

Frozen at the gate in winter, Fu Ran didn't want to torture herself, she put her hand to her lips and breathed, "I'm going in."

She turned around and took a few steps, and looked back to see Ming Chengyou looking at her deeply, with complex and dark eyes, she froze in place for a moment, and could see Ming Chengyou's sadness at the bottom of the pond from so far away.

She didn't know how to describe it, as if even the word "sorrow" could hardly explain this emotion well.

Ming Chengyou's hand holding the cigarette hangs by her leg. Two years ago, she left like this without the slightest nostalgia.

Fu Ran put away the daze in her eyes, put her hands in her pockets and strode into the house.

Back in the bedroom, walked out of the bathroom in pajamas after taking a shower, Fu Ran opened the study door and walked to the window, looking in the distance, Ming Chengyou's car had already left.

She stood by the window for a while, and then closed the window tightly after feeling the coolness.

Fu Ran thought that the scene could be considered formal, she couldn't dress too casually.

It's not that there are brand-name clothes in the closet. Fu Ran took out a lavender tight-fitting sweater dress. When I saw it when I was shopping, I didn't care about the expensive price. I bought it because I liked it.

The classic v-neck design, the tight skirt has extremely high requirements on the figure, and the skirt is just ten centimeters above the knee.

Buttocks, flat stomach, thin but plump breasts.Fu Ran wore a platinum pendant, and a shallow groove was squeezed out of her ironed chest. She looked around in the mirror, but she didn't feel uncomfortable. It was just a normal way of wearing it, and she never deliberately wanted to reveal anything.

Putting on a woolen coat, she drove away from Fu's house.

When she arrived at the door of the appointed hotel, seeing Ming Chengyou waiting for her in the lobby, Fu Ran picked up her handbag and walked over.

"I'm not late, am I?"

Ming Chengyou raised his wrist and pointed to the watch that Fu Ran personally put on him a few days ago, "I'm not late, but you are really punctual."

"Has Director Song arrived?"

"On the way, I guess there are still about ten minutes." Ming Chengyou took Fu Ran into the elevator, "I booked the box early in the morning, and there are a few of his friends who came with Director Song."

Fu Ran followed Ming Chengyou to the private room. The heating was sufficient and the space was spacious. It looked like a good seat that ordinary people couldn't book.

She took off her coat and hung it on a hanger beside her.

Ming Chengyou turned around, his eyes inevitably swept to Fu Ran's chest, his eyes tightened, the deepness like a whirlpool gradually sank as he narrowed his eyes, "Who told you to dress like this?"

Fu Ran didn't think anything, "What's wrong?"

Ming Chengyou's face was gloomy, "I asked you to come to eat, not to make you laugh with wine."

"What do you mean?" Fu Ranyang said in a high voice, "Don't speak barbed, it has nothing to do with you if I dress like this!"

Ming Chengyou picked up the coat on the hanger and draped it over her shoulders, and squeezed her tightly into his arms, "Put it back on."