Dyed

Perhaps to others, when You Yingrui followed him, even though he was down and out, he still had the ability to enjoy life.

So, nothing.

But only Ming Chengyou knew this profound meaning.

Two years ago, everyone avoided him, and You Yingrui's initiative to get close to him was undoubtedly the best comfort for Ming Chengyou.

"Ying Rui."

She looked up at him with red and swollen eyes, "Before getting the marriage certificate, we will do a notarization of property before marriage."

Ming Chengyou raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I had nothing when I followed you, and I still have nothing when I get married. I don't want your money, just like I told you at the beginning, even if you are penniless, I will still choose you, so property notarization is the best Proof." You Yingrui finished speaking in one go.

Ming Chengyou took a deep sip of the cigarette, watched the cigarette in his hand burn out at his fingertips, he stood up, "Is your luggage in the room?"

You Yingrui walked to the wardrobe and took out the suitcase from it.

Ming Chengyou took it from her hand, picked up the box and went out, You Yingrui followed him to another bedroom.

Ming Chengyou took out the key to open it, and the furnishings inside were exactly the same as before she left. The servant would clean it every day, and remember to lock the door according to Ming Chengyou's instructions when going out.

He put You Yingrui's suitcase next to the sofa, and she stood in the middle of the bedroom, staring straight at Ming Chengyou's back.

"Let's rest first, we'll talk about some things later."

After Ming Chengyou closed the door, he returned to the master bedroom when he received a text message on his cell phone.

It's You Yingrui.

The content of the text message is very simple, just a few words: I didn't say anything about the marriage certificate.

Ming Chengyou scanned the small characters on the screen with his thumb, he pressed delete, and then threw the phone to the bedside table.

You Yingrui wandered around the room, pinching the phone tighter and tighter in her palm, she pressed her face against the cold wall, and stared at the screen as the minutes passed by.

Ming Chengyou didn't reply.

Fu Ran was driving very slowly, and there was a scent of wine belonging to Ming Chengyou left in his mouth, which was lingering and lingering.

Back at Fu's house, Fu Songting and Fan Xian had already fallen asleep, the huge living room was empty, Fu Ran went back to the room as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb Fan Xian.

Not long after she entered the house, she heard a knock on the door.

Fan Xian pushed open the door in her pajamas, "Xiao Ran just came back?"

Fu Ran hung the bag on the hanger, "Mom, why haven't you slept yet?"

"Seeing that you haven't come home, I feel worried," Fan Xian said before closing the door, "Go out with me tomorrow to buy some things, and get some rest."

Fu Ran cheerfully agreed, took off her coat and looked at the sweater skirt inside, she was blind to such a beautiful style, and it was so tightly hidden when she went out.

It is estimated that the famous designer in the magazine knew that his work was being ruined in this way, so he must have come to China in anger.

The next day, because the weather was too cold, Fan Xian and Fu Ran didn't go out until after lunch.

Fan Xian called the driver and didn't let Fu Ran drive. She didn't need to worry about the New Year's goods. The main thing to do when going out was to buy some outfits. After all, there are many entertainments during the New Year.

You Zhaofu and Shen Sufen stood at the door of the boutique and looked around, You Yingrui stopped the car and came over, "Go in."

"Ruirui," Shen Sufen pulled her sleeves carefully, "the clothes here are expensive, right?"

"Mom, don't look at the price, just buy it if you like it." You Yingrui didn't care, the waiter opened the door, "Welcome."

There are men's clothing and women's clothing in the boutique. A waiter led You Zhaofu to the men's clothing section. You Yingrui pointed at Shen Sufen and said to the oncoming waiter, "Help her pick some good-looking clothes."

After speaking, he went straight to another row of hangers to try on clothes.

Shen Sufen is like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden. She doesn't know where to put her hands and feet. When the waiter introduces the styles to her, she doesn't understand a word.

Seeing that the scarf on the model's neck in the window was more eye-catching, Shen Sufen didn't try it on, and turned to the label first as usual, "Yo, a scarf costs 288 yuan, which is too expensive."

The waiter standing next to him was obviously taken aback, and then couldn't help laughing, "It's 2880."

"What?" Shen Sufen was surprised, her voice raised, "You can buy one for 80 yuan in the supermarket and you can wear it for several years."

"Mom!" You Yingrui walked up to her with a displeased face, "Didn't I let you see the clothes?"

After all, Shen Sufen felt sorry for her daughter, "Ruirui," embarrassed in front of the waiter, she pulled You Yingrui aside, "A scarf costs 2880, isn't that more expensive? Your dad and I don't need to wear such clothes." Okay, the one in the Carrefour clothing section is good, let's go there."

"Mom!" You Yingrui's brows were filled with impatience, "You can buy whatever you like, regardless of the price. Besides, you rarely wear good clothes. During the Chinese New Year, relatives will come to see our new house. You are so old-fashioned. Who will watch it?"

Faintly hearing the displeasure in You Yingrui's words, Shen Sufen didn't dare to persist.

In comparison, You Zhaofu is not like Shen Sufen. Since You Yingrui can afford a house, the money is definitely not a problem.

The waiter picked out two sets of clothes for Shen Sufen, and Shen Sufen saw where she could wear them, "No, no, let's change to something else."

You Yingrui took it over and looked at it, then handed the clothes back to the waiter, "Mom, it's pretty, you go try it first, if it's not good, we'll change it to something else."

Shen Sufen was awkward for a long time, and finally entered the locker room with half push and half push.

You Yingrui shook her head lightly, "Your nature is hard to change, soil."

These words happened to reach the ears of the two people who pushed the door in. Fu Ran held Fan Xian's arm and glanced at You Yingrui.

"Mom!" You Yingrui threw down the clothes in her hand and ran over in small steps, ignoring Fu Ran who was beside her, and hugged Fan Xian's neck directly.

As a last resort, Fu Ran had no choice but to let go of her hand.

"Ruirui, when did you come back?"

You Yingrui let go, and looked at Fu Ran meaningfully, "I came back last night. I wanted to visit you after shopping, but I didn't expect to meet you here."

Fan Xian patted You Yingrui's hand, "I reckon you will arrive in about two days."

While speaking, the waiter led Shen Sufen out, "The clothes are changed."

The three of them glanced at each other, Shen Sufen really had never worn such clothes, she felt awkward everywhere.

And the size was wrong, the skirt was baggy and drooped on the shoulders, and the waist was a full circle too wide.

The well-known Italian brand was worn into a sack, and You Yingrui's face gradually sank.

Unaccustomed to it, Shen Sufen pulled down the skirt with all her strength, insisting on wearing a pair of half-worn black low-quality leather shoes on her feet.

But the voice is still high, "Ruirui, no, I can't wear it outside. Only rich people can wear it. I think it's not as good as night market clothes."

The expression of the waiter standing beside him also changed.

"Mom!" You Yingrui said.