Dyed

Fu Ran couldn't remember whether she agreed or refused, she woke up earlier than Ming Chengyou, and her ears were very clean.

The goal is Ming Chengyou's face, which is exquisite and flawless, so smooth that almost no pores are visible.

I didn't look carefully last night, only now did I realize that he was wearing a nightgown with an open neckline, revealing the skin at the nape of his neck.

An arm was tyrannized around her waist, and Fu Ran stared at his undulating chest in a daze.

Ming Chengyou slept deeply, which was beyond his own expectation.

It was rare for him not to suffer from insomnia, and when he opened his eyes to see Fu Ran's face close at hand, he rested his chin on Fu Ran's head and rubbed it lightly, feeling indescribably comfortable, "Wake up."

Fu Ran raised her arms and turned around, looking out of the window, the world was pale.

Ming Chengyou's chin repeatedly turned in the socket of her neck, Fu Ran reached out and patted his forehead, "Don't move."

There is a reaction somewhere. Don't tell her he doesn't know.

Fu Ran clamped her legs tightly and dared not move.

When the nurse came in, she saw the two lying on the bed, and they froze in place. Ming Chengyou turned his head, with displeasure hidden between his brows, "Don't you know to knock when you come in?"

"Yes, sorry, I forgot."

Nurses are used to shuttling in ordinary wards, so there is no such rule there.

Fu Ran slammed his elbow on his abdomen as if he was stepped on his tail, "Go down, go down."

"Where are we going to start?" Ming Chengyou grabbed her hand, "Do you know if it's broken?"

The two huddled together in the same quilt, and the nurse only saw that the quilt couldn't move up and down and was pushed back. She stopped and wanted to speak in embarrassment, but she was afraid of disturbing Ming Chengyou's leisurely elegance and being bombarded.

Fu Ran blushed and wanted to hit him with a pillow.

Ming Chengyou lifted the quilt and got out of bed, the nurse coughed a few times, took out the drip bottle and walked to Fu Ran's bed, "Today is still three bottles, same as yesterday, anti-inflammatory."

Seeing that the nurse was about to start, Ming Chengyou pressed down on the corner of the quilt with one leg, leaned over and covered Fu Ran's eyes with the palm of his hand, "Like a child, be good, it doesn't hurt like a mosquito bite."

"Puchi—" the nurse couldn't help laughing.

Fu Ran reached out to break Ming Chengyou, really fooling her into being a three-year-old child.

The nurse pulled the back of her hand and inserted the needle deftly. Ming Chengyou let go of her hand and got up, "My back hurts from sleeping, and this bed is still not as comfortable as at home."

Fu Ran put her hand on her chest. Today, she changed her hand to give the needle. The nurse walked out of the ward. Ming Chengyou also changed his clothes after washing, "Do you still want to eat porridge?"

Appetite improved a lot, Fu Ran shook his head.

Ming Chengyou picked up the phone in the ward and dialed it. After a while, a dining car pushed in. It was the breakfast in the hospital cafeteria, which was rich and nutritious.

Fu Ran was so hungry that he stood up to think of something.

She looked at Ming Chengyou's busy figure, Fu Ran's nostrils smelled refreshing after washing, and she leaned back, "You can eat, I won't eat."

"Didn't you say you were hungry just now?" Ming Chengyou put the breakfast on the table.

Fu Ran pursed her lips tightly and said after a while, "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

Ming Chengyou suddenly realized, "There is mouthwash in the bathroom, I'll get it for you."

"No need," Fu Ran got up to lift the quilt, "Help me hold the drip bottle, I'll go there by myself."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Ming Chengyou walking to the bathroom, and when she came out, she had mouthwash and two cups in her hand.

Fu Ran reached out to pick it up, Ming Chengyou handed her the mouthwash, Fu Ran simply rinsed his mouth, the empty cup in Ming Chengyou's hand touched her lips, Fu Ran looked up at Ming Chengyou hesitantly.

She obediently spit out the mouthwash, and then rinsed her mouth with the warm water in Ming Chengyou's other cup.

When Ming Chengyou came back from the bathroom, he saw that Fu Ran was picking up a steamed bun with his chopsticks and was about to stuff it into his mouth. He strode forward and wiped the towel off her small face. Fu Ran clamped the steamed bun tightly, " What are you doing?"

"Dirty, don't wash your face and eat."

Fu Ran closed her eyes and let him wipe her face meticulously and earnestly.

Ming Chengyou took the chopsticks from Fu Ran's hand, and wiped her fingers with a hot towel, "The other hand."

Fu Ran was so obedient that she stretched out her hand with the drip inserted.

Ming Chengyou avoids the back of his hands, hangs his head, his brows are wide open, and he still has exquisite facial features and outstanding characteristics.

The corners of Fu Ran's tightly pursed lips curled up involuntarily, and the hardness accumulated in his heart for more than twenty years was gradually softening.

"What are you smirking at?" Ming Chengyou smiled, and handed the chopsticks to Fu Ran.

"You're stupid." Fu Ran didn't look at him, and started eating by herself.

After hanging up the three bottles of water, at least in the afternoon, Fu Ranbai leaned against the head of the bed bored.

Seeing Ming Chengyou busy tidying up, she suppressed a smile. She said last night that he would do it by himself, but he really didn't do it to others anymore.

"Go to the company, I'll go back by myself after hanging the water."

Ming Chengyou was wiping his hands with a towel, "The company has nothing to do today, and I don't know if Uncle Song will let you out of the hospital later."

Fu Ran raised her hand, "I want to go back no matter what, I don't want to stay here anymore."

When the rounds approached, Dr. Song came in and stood in front of Fu Ran's bed to observe the meeting. He nodded, "Well, you can leave the hospital after hanging the water."

Fu Ran wasn't surprised, she knew her injuries well, so there was no need to make a fuss over a molehill.

Lunch was less troublesome, and the food in the hospital was good, so Fu Ran insisted on not going out to eat.

After hanging up the drip, she changed in the bathroom and had nothing to take away. Ming Chengyou took her hand and walked out of the hospital, "You wait for me here, I'll drive over."

Ming Chengyou sent Fu Ran home, "I won't go in, you can't hide your injury, leave me the car keys, and I'll get someone to drive your car over later."

"it is good."

Fu Ran changed her shoes at the entrance and walked into the living room. Only Mama Chen and Fan Xian were there. Fu Ran was wearing a down jacket with her arms hidden inside, but she didn't look injured.

Seeing her come back, Fan Xian waved, "Xiaoran, look at the Suzhou embroidery I asked someone to buy, this stitch is really unique."

Fu Ran walked in small steps, Fan Xian got up and grabbed her arm, which coincidentally happened to be Fu Ran's affected area.

She cried out in pain.

"What's wrong?" Fan Xian let go nervously, "What's wrong with your arm?"

"Oh, the road is slippery, I accidentally fell down." Fu Ran dropped her hand to her side, and Fan Xian saw that she was not in good spirits, "Didn't you go to You's house yesterday to pay New Year's greetings? Why did you want to live with your friend?"

The words that Fu Ran had finally forgotten rushed to her heart again, and Fan Xian approached her, the concern and worry in her eyes made Fu Ran feel even more uncomfortable.

She reached out and hugged Fan Xian, "Mom, there is something I don't know if it's true or not."

"What's the matter?" Fan Xian reached out and patted her on the back.

Fu Ran's chin was resting on Fan Xian's shoulder, and the words were repeated in her throat. She held back in her heart and now she finally had someone to talk to. After Fu Ran went to You's house, You Zhaofu told her everything that You Zhaofu said to her.

Fan Xian held Fu Ran's arm and backed away, her eyes were equally unbelievable, "Did Ming Yunfeng instigate what happened back then?"

"They said yes."

Fan Xian's face turned cold, and what was spread out on the coffee table was the famous double-sided embroidery among Suzhou embroidery. She glanced over Fu Ran and looked into the distance, "But before Ming Yunfeng died, he did tell you that he just ran into it by chance that day. .”

Fu Ran thought for a moment, then nodded without hesitation.