Dyed

Due to the distance, Fu Ran did not see Ming Chengyou's figure.

She hurried back to her room to change clothes, but she couldn't find a suitable one after searching.

Looking over the tight sweater dress she wore when she had dinner with Song Ju last time, Fu Ran picked up the hanger with her index finger, and then walked into the bathroom.

Ming Chengyou probably thought that she was going to pretend to be deaf and dumb again, and sent a series of fatal text messages one after another: Come down!If you don't come down again, I will come in.

Come on, don't pretend your eyes aren't open.

Fu Ran changed her clothes and walked out of the bathroom, just in time to hear the phone vibrate, she took a look in her hand, and quickly replied with her fingers, "Don't make noise."

It's just three simple words, but I didn't expect it to be useful. Ming Chengyou's text messages didn't harass me again in a short time.

Fu Ran found out the shawl he gave her, wrapped it around her shoulders, and went downstairs after wrapping it tightly.

Fan Xian and Fu Songting were not at home, only Mother Chen and another nanny were cleaning up in the living room.

The new year and the new weather naturally make the windows bright and clean. Fu Ran was looking for a pair of boots in the shoe cabinet to change into. Chen Ma poked her head, "Miss, are you going out?"

"En." Fu Ran responded, and she had already walked out of the door.

"Miss, breakfast..." Chen Ma saw Fu Ran running away, "This speed."

It was very cold on a snowy day, and the road in Fu's garden was swept out. Fu Ran looked at the snow piled up to her calves on both sides, and stepped forward on the remaining snowflakes with her black boots.

Fu Ran came to the open gate, Ming Chengyou's car was parked outside, and he was nowhere to be seen at a glance.

Fu Ran took out her mobile phone and was about to call back, when a bright color came into her corner of the vision.

She looked up and saw Ming Chengyou squatting in front of the stone lion on the left side of the gate of Fu's house. A dark brown scarf is curled around the snowman's neck.

Fu Ran's shadow extended to Ming Chengyou's feet, he raised his head and waved to her, "Come here."

She walked a few steps, Ming Chengyou reached out and grabbed her shawl, "Take it off."

"What to do?" Fu Ran tugged at him.

Ming Chengyou stood up and pointed to the two snowmen he made, "I'm wearing a scarf to keep warm, do you want to freeze yourself to death?"

"I'd really freeze to death if I gave it to you."

Ming Chengyou stretched out his arms to hug Fu Ran, "Are you reluctant?"

She pushed his hand away, "Your habit of hugging others casually is not good."

"Are you someone else?" Ming Chengyou didn't care, "I really don't treat others casually."

Fu Ran walked in front of two conjoined snowmen, "What do you want me to do so early?"

"Is your hand hurt better?"

"Well," she turned her back and nodded at Ming Chengyou, "much better."

"Come out shopping with me." Ming Chengyou moved to her side.

"Don't you have Housekeeper Xiao at home, she will buy new year's goods." Fu Ran stared at the two snowmen, always feeling that something was wrong, she picked up fallen leaves from the ground and inlaid them on their round faces as eyes and mouths.

"I want to go with you. There are some things that Housekeeper Xiao doesn't understand."

Fu Ran knelt down and continued to work, "I haven't had breakfast yet."

"Exactly, neither do I."

Ming Chengyou walked over and grabbed Fu Ran, she looked up and saw his neck was exposed.

Ming Chengyou was wearing casual clothes today, and the khaki trousers made his legs look more slender. Fu Ran bent down and picked up the scarf around the snowman's neck. She brushed off the snow stains and prepared to put it back on for him.

Ming Chengyou pouted, "I came from my mother today, and she insisted on me taking it out. I don't like this stuff."

Without further ado, Fu Ran stood on tiptoe, not listening to what he said, she tied the end of the scarf in a knot, and then Shun Ming Chengyou wrapped it around his neck twice.

White fingers made irregular shapes for him, and Fu Ran looked at her masterpiece, "Well, it's pretty pretty."

Ming Chengyou bowed his head, his eyes fell on Fu Ran's chest impartially.

The movement of her raising her arms caused the shawl to arch upwards, and the thin gully on her chest squeezed out a warm and ambiguous feeling. Fu Ran focused on the movements of her hands, and never expected the spring to leak out.

"You're wearing this dress again." The tone was neither light nor serious, and it was hard to hear happiness and anger. Fu Ran withdrew her hand angrily, "It's none of your business."

Ming Chengyou's nose turned gray, and seeing Fu Ran pull his face down, he smiled and leaned over, "It's very pretty, especially when I wear it alone."

Can you not be so narcissistic?

Fu Ran tightened the shawl, and Ming Chengyou took her hand and walked towards the car, "Let's fill our stomachs first."

Fu Ran followed beside him, but he didn't wave his hand away, and Ming Chengyou didn't immediately notice the difference between Fu Ran today and the past.

Every time he held her hand, she would wave him away, so this time he simply held her hand tightly and didn't give her a chance.

Ming Sanshao has a habit that he still can't get rid of. He always looks for a good place to eat.

Fu Ran was sitting at the window on the second floor, adjacent to the Gold Commercial Center. It is said that one is hard to find. She stirred the so-called bird's nest porridge with a spoon, and Ming Chengyou, who was opposite, ate it with relish.

"Swallow's nest is swallow's saliva, right?"

"Cough—" Ming Chengyou looked away, quickly pulled out a tissue on the table and pressed the corner of his mouth.

He stared at Fu Ran with his long and narrow eyes, probably really choked, and his face flushed slightly.Fu Ran scooped up a spoonful and put it into her mouth, "Why is there such a big reaction? I didn't say you can't eat it."

Ming Chengyou coughed a few times, let go of the spoon in his hand, and folded his hands on the edge of the table.

"The so-called bird's nest is the hiding place made of the feathers and saliva gel of swiftlets, and their nests are picked off and then refined..." Ming Chengyou smiled and looked at Fu Ran's face, "You don't feel disgusted, do you? "

"Isn't it nourishing?" Fu Ran pointed to the bird's nest porridge in front of him, "Do you think I'm like you, since I eat something in my mouth, I don't care what it's made of. I really have to investigate to the end. Few of them are edible. of."

Ming Chengyou made some side dishes for her, and the two of them left the restaurant after breakfast.

Fu Ran was led by him to the pedestrian street. It was already past 9 o'clock, and the two of them started late.

They wandered aimlessly for a while, Fu Ran felt the sweat on his palms, and felt a little nervous for some reason. This time, his starting point was different from before.

With such a psychological effect, I felt an inexplicable joy in my heart.Ming Chengyou said something to her from time to time, shuttling through the bustling crowd, he was no different from an ordinary couple.

Passing by a gold shop, the business during the Chinese New Year was surprisingly good, and it was full of people. Fu Ran casually glanced at Ming Zheng who was walking out with Zhao Lan.

He was holding a bag containing a jewelry box in his hand, with the name of the store printed in gold on it.

Sensing the slowing down of Fu Ran's footsteps, Ming Chengyou stood still and turned his head to meet Ming Zheng's gaze.

Ming Zheng stared coldly at the interlocking fingers of the two of them, and Fu Ran looked at Zhao Lan who was standing beside him. She had met Zhao Lan twice, once at Ming Yunfeng's memorial service, and the other time when Li Yunling brought him The day he left with Ming Yunfeng's ashes.

In just a few months, a person was able to lose weight to such an appearance, even though he was wearing a down jacket, he still couldn't support it, his cheekbones were prominent on both sides, and his temples were already gray.

Fu Ran couldn't help but squeeze Ming Chengyou's hand tightly, and she raised her head to look at him.