Dyed

"Ming Chengyou, aren't you too funny?" Fu Ran shook his shoulder lightly, "I bought the clothes for my own appreciation."

Ming Chengyou held Fu Ran tightly with strength in his hands, "I'm doing it for your own good, and you don't even look at the origins of those people later, they all have been soaked in the romantic place for many years, it's not good for you to dress like this." It's strange to be eaten alive. You think others are as patient as me, don't blame me for not reminding you if you don't listen to persuasion. "

Ming Chengyou took one of Fu Ran's arms and put the clothes on for her. She didn't insist anymore, and obediently put the coat back on.

When Ming Chengyou saw this, the haze cleared away, and his eyes became clear.

The length of Fu Ran's coat just covered the hem of the skirt, and the legs in silk stockings were slender and sexy, which attracted people's imagination.

Bureau Song brought two friends, and Ming Chengyou asked Fu Ran to sit beside her. He greeted him to serve the dishes, and he did not know where to find three young and beautiful girls to accompany him.

The atmosphere in the private room was obviously pushed up. Fu Ran looked at the 'cloth strips' wrapped around the three women opposite him, hiding what should be exposed, and what should not be exposed was also transparent.

Look at yourself wrapped like a rice dumpling, the more you think about it, the weirder it gets.

Ming Chengyou didn't show too much enthusiasm, the waiter was pouring wine beside him, when it was Fu Ran's turn, Ming Chengyou's men subconsciously cupped a mask for her, "She doesn't drink, so I can get coconut juice instead."

"Yo, the third young master will really take pity on the fragrance and cherish the jade." Song Ju looked over with a smile on his face.

Ming Chengyou put his hand on the back of Fu Ran's chair, "I'm sure I won't get drunk with you, and I'll be troubled if I can't drive later."

The waiter filled Fu Ran with coconut milk according to his instructions, and the white liquid filled the glass. After all, Bureau Song had helped. Fu Ran gently pushed away the chair, raised the glass and said to Bureau Song, "Thanks for my father's business." Thanks for your help, Director Song."

"Hey, this trivial matter is nothing, and besides, I know your father's personality well, so I can't help you logically, and I also occasionally heard a few rumors about Chen Greedy, and it just so happened that Third Young Master found me. Things come together like this, you see, it’s done.”

Ming Chengyou said a few more words from the side, "It's still thanks to Bureau Song's dealing with it. Come, I respect you too."

The beauty next to Song Bureau filled her with wine, 52-degree high-strength liquor, a glass full.

Bureau Song smiled and raised his glass, "I think you can do whatever you want," he looked at the wine glass in Fu Ran's hand, "That's not okay, how can you have white wine and coconut milk? I can't drink this wine."

Fu Ran felt the same, and it seemed that she was really dishonest, "Then I will change to white too."

Ming Chengyou reached out and pressed her glass again, "You can't drink."

Bureau Song can be said to be a fine person, how could he fail to see Ming Chengyou's meaning, he made it clear that Fu Ran would not let Fu Ran touch the wine, who would dare to join in and force him, "Well, how about San Shao and Miss Fu having a cup of wine, no matter what Two people can't bully me, right?"

The people next to him all booed in unison, "That's right."

After Fu Ran was made such a fuss, and she was wrapped tightly in her coat, she was so hot that she was sweating profusely, and even the palms of her hands could feel wet and greasy.

Ming Chengyou declined, "She has a thin skin, why don't I punish myself?"

"That's not allowed," Song Ju waved his hand, "Third Young Master made it clear at the beginning, I did this for your sake, you said Miss Fu is your woman, did you say that?"

Fu Ran frowned slightly, only to feel that the word "woman" came out of other people's mouths, and it was strangely vulgar and unbearable to her ears, with a declaration somewhere between ambiguous and frivolous.

Seeing her complexion change slightly, Ming Chengyou wiped a smile from the corner of his mouth, "Of course I said it, but the things behind the scenes are on the table... I don't care." Ming Chengyou turned to look at Fu Ran.

"It's up to Miss Fu to give me face." Song Ju threw the question back to Fu Ran again.

"Today Song Bureau has the final say," Fu Ran raised his wine glass towards Ming Chengyou, "It's better to drink a cup of wine than baijiu, and besides, Song Bureau has helped us so much, how can I get cheap and act like a good boy."

This remark made Song Ju confused with joy. Fu Ran really didn't want to, and he didn't dare to force it. After all, Fu Songting's official position was not younger than him, and his help this time was just a favor.

Seeing that Fu Ran was so willing to save face now, he naturally smiled from ear to ear.

Ming Chengyou looked at Fu Ran with some surprise hidden in his eyes, he smiled knowingly, his arms strayed to hold Fu Ran, and then he put his lips against the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

"Okay." Song Ju raised his neck, completely forgetting what he said just now. He swallowed the whole glass of wine, and Fu Ran and Ming Chengyou also sat down.

After a meal, Ming Chengyou drank a lot of wine. Seeing the waiter refill his glass again, Fu Ran couldn't help but whispered, "You should drink less."

"Miss Fu is distressed?"

"I'm afraid he'll be too drunk to find his way."

Song Bureau pointed at Fu Ran, "Miss Fu is the most sober person here. You will be responsible for sending the third young master back after you haven't had a sip of wine."

Fu Ran twitched the corner of her mouth, "That's natural."

Ming Chengyou suddenly stretched out his arms to wrap around Fu Ran's shoulders, not knowing if he was really drunk or drunk, but he slapped her in the face.Fu Ran was caught off guard, and was hit by him in pain. She had a sullen expression on her face and didn't want to say it in front of others, "I told you not to drink so much wine."

"Aren't you here?" After speaking, he took another bite.

Fu Ran's face was flushed red in his arms. He was already hot. Now that he was hugged by a drunkard, he would be even more immobile. Song Ju and the others were all experienced, so they just laughed and said that young people are good after all, and they can do whatever they want.

After a meal was finally over, I don't know who proposed to play mahjong.

Fu Ran couldn't leave halfway, so she had to sit next to Ming Chengyou and played a few rounds. Ming Chengyou stretched out his hand and pushed her, "Come here."

"I do not know."

He has automatically retreated to the side, "I'll teach you."

Ming Chengyou was so drunk that he leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest his mind. How could he control her? Fu Ran played cards awkwardly, not knowing what he was playing. chips.

Song Bureau and the others were naturally served comfortably, and Fu Ran was well versed in the way, and Ming Chengyou was nothing more than lending her hand to give them money.

Sending off the gods one by one, Fu Ran turned around and saw Ming Chengyou leaning against the car window, with his head lowered so he couldn't see his expression clearly.

After Fu Ran approached, Ming Chengyou pointed out his finger, motioning for her to open it.

He staggered into the passenger seat, Ming Chengyou rested his forehead on his palm, and Fu Ran fastened his seat belt for him, "Are you okay?"

"Try filling a catty of white wine."

Fu Ran took out the car keys and started the engine, "I'll take you home."