Dyed

Fu Ran reached out to close the car door, but Ming Chengyou resisted it with her hand, but she tried several times but failed.

Looking out, the greenery beside the curbstone is already covered with snow.

Tears flowed down Fu Ran's nose, thinking of whether the day more than [-] years ago was as cold as today?

The grievances in her previous life finally caused her to lose her family affection. Fu Ran's eyes were red, and she slapped Ming Chengyou's hand away.

"How can we still come together, Ming Chengyou, leaving the Ming family was the best choice I made."

The four eyes met, and the deepness in Ming Chengyou's eyes gradually turned into a bone-chilling coldness.

Fu Ran gritted his teeth tightly, tears bursting out of his eyes, his voice became cold, his lips trembled uncontrollably, "Say it again?"

Fu Ran pulled the car door hard, Ming Chengyou suddenly stretched out his hands, grabbed Fu Ran's shoulders and dragged her out of the driver's seat, "I want you to say it again, you say it again!"

The man's wheat-colored skin turned transparent and pale. Fu Ran leaned against the cold car window, feeling his fingers were going to pass through her shoulder blades like steel.

She burst into tears and didn't cry out in pain, "Let me go!"

A private car roared by, and they didn't bother to stop. At most, they thought they were couples arguing.

Fu Ran came out of You's house, and since she called You Zhaofu and Shen Sufen's uncle and aunt, she had already stood outside that house.

Although the door of the family has never really opened for her, at least Fu Ran is thankful that they have raised her for 20 years.

If she was handed over to someone else, wouldn't her childhood be even worse.

Fu Ran can amplify their kindness to her a little bit, but she chooses to minimize the damage.

But even if it is shrunk to the size of a needle's eye, as long as it is touched, it will still hurt if it is stuck in the flesh.

Ming Chengyou's tightened fingers slowly loosened, but Fu Ran didn't realize it.

His black suit jacket was covered with snowflakes, and he stared at her non-stop through the heavy snowflakes flying all over the sky.

Fu Ran knew that Ming Chengyou couldn't be blamed for this, but she really felt that Ming's family was a pool of deep water, and it was black.

Seeing the filth that she couldn't imagine, she finally pulled her hands away at first, but now she saw herself standing on the edge of the pool again.

If you take a step back, you will be lost forever.

She woke up suddenly, and she was glad that she woke up in time.

Fu Ran pushed Ming Chengyou to leave, but the snow on the road turned into ice.

Her foot slipped and she fell forward suddenly, her left elbow subconsciously fell to the ground, and the pain caused her to quickly turn over and lie on the ground.

"Fu Ran!" Ming Chengyou strode to her side, bent down and put his arms around her waist and lifted her up, "Where did you fall?"

She reluctantly got up, the sweater and trousers were stained with dirt, Fu Ran's arm was scratched due to the ground, the dark red blood stains fell to the ground along the elbow, and the side was swollen and bruised, which was shocking.

Ming Chengyou couldn't hide the panic that flashed in his eyes for a moment. He grabbed Fu Ran's arm and pulled her into his arms, "What's the matter with you, didn't you be fine yesterday? If you have something to say, who bullied you?"

"Don't worry about it!" she almost yelled.

Ming Chengyou was startled, but was yelled at by her for a long time and fell silent.

Fu Ran walked past him and limped towards her car.

Ming Chengyou held her hand, "Where do you want to go when you are so hurt?"

"I said, don't worry about it." The roar just now almost exhausted all her strength, Fu Ran softened her tone, and her arm hurt as if it had been forcibly removed.

Now that she is full of temper and has nowhere to vent, Ming Chengyou is undoubtedly on the point of the gun.

He didn't have time to stay here with her, Ming Chengyou grabbed her arm, opened the passenger seat with the other hand, and forced Fu Ran into it.

She wanted to struggle, but he held her shoulder with his palm, and the seat belt became the most powerful weapon to restrain Fu Ran.

Ming Chengyou slammed the car door, quickly walked around the front of the car and sat in the driver's seat.

The movement was done in one go, and Fu Ran saw her red Audi quickly backing away from her eyes, "My bag is still in it!"

Ming Chengyou stepped on the accelerator and drove the car faster.

The heater in the car soaked into the body like moistening things silently, and the cold and warm alternated. Fu Ran hugged his shoulders with his hands, and his teeth were trembling from the cold.

Ming Chengyou's suit was also soaked. He controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and turned his body to reach the bag on the rear seat with his backhand.

Holding a black boutique bag on his slender fingertips, he looked forward again, and stuffed the bag into Fu Ran's hand, "Put it on."

She opened it casually, and saw that it was a shawl. At first glance, the colors were dazzling, but it was actually a minority ethnic style drawn with different silk threads and sixteen colors.

Fu Ran prefers this kind, and there were similar ones before. I went to the mall two days ago and wanted to buy one, but I couldn't find that kind of favorite.

Some things can be caught at a glance.

She took it out and put it around her shoulders, and through the makeup mirror, she saw her two collarbones looming, showing her charm.

"Happy?" Ming Chengyou looked at her with a half-smile.

Fu Ran frowned before she was about to speak, she glanced at his coat, the dripping water dripped on the leather seat, and facing the warm wind again, she pursed her lips, "You'd better take off the coat .”

Ming Chengyou focused on driving. After all, the road conditions were not good, and some places were icy and easy to slip. "I don't have a third hand," he stretched out his arm, "help me take it off."

Fu Ran pretended to turn a blind eye, "Where are you taking me?"

"Hospital," Ming Chengyou withdrew his hand, "If you go back like this, your parents really think I bullied you."

Fu Ran turned her face away from the window, the vast whiteness more and more reflected the powerlessness and desolation in the heart.

The pain in her arm was also gradually waking up. She leaned her face against the car window, and her irritability gradually subsided with the rustling snowflakes.

Her eyes are directed somewhere, but out of focus.

In fact, there is no essential difference between Ming Yunfeng's encounter and You Zhaofu's instigation to Fu Ran.

An unintentional act or an intentional one can't change her subverted life. The coldness of the glass makes her consciousness more and more clear, not only the pain, but also the thinking.

If You Zhaofu was really doing her best, he should have told the truth when he told Fan Xian early in the morning.

He said it was because he was afraid of the influence of the Ming family, but this contradicted telling the truth, and there was a more important point.

Ming Yunfeng could tell her such a secret before he died, there is no reason to keep it hidden, and what You Zhaofu said when he told Fan Xian coincided with Ming Yunfeng.

Fu Ran just couldn't figure it out, if You Zhaofu said the truth the first time, why would he change his words today?

Her eyes met Ming Chengyou's unexpectedly, and if this incident was revealed, the most likely thing would be to prevent her and Ming Chengyou from starting over again.

Hesitation flashed between the man's brows, and Fu Ran avoided his gaze and looked out the window.