Dyed

Fu Ran sat in the first row, and the films she picked were relatively easy, since they were Chinese New Year's Eve after all.

When Ming Chengyou was ready, he returned to Fu Ran's side. It was a complete comedy that could make people laugh out loud.

They watched the movie like ordinary lovers, and they would kiss when they were deeply in love, and Fu Ran would no longer resist. She tried to respond, and gradually tightened her hands on Ming Chengyou's back.

The second film is more boring, it should be said that it is more literary and artistic. Ming Chengyou rests his head on Fu Ran's shoulders and closes his eyes. She has always been more attentive when watching movies. A man and a woman kissing on the screen.

How can a good day become a memory of this situation.

He leaned over, slightly opened his thin lips, and wrapped the tip of his tongue around Fu Ran's small, white and tender earlobes. She was suddenly attacked.

Ming Chengyou saw the seductive flushing of the skin behind her ears, Fu Ran hurriedly pushed away, but his arm wrapped around Fu Ran's waist for an instant, making her unable to move.

How could Ming Chengyou forget, this is her sensitive place.

The breathing in his ear was getting heavier, he put one hand behind Fu Ran's head, and the corner of his mouth held her lips deeply, Ming Chengyou took Fu Ran's hand and let her hug his neck tightly.

This movie was a waste. Fu Ran walked out of the theater with Ming Chengyou, her face was still flushed, her lips were slightly swollen, and her forehead was covered with sweat.

If it wasn't for the hunger and hunger, Ming Chengyou would not let her go.

The two of them were going to have lunch together, when Fan Xian called just now and asked Fu Ran to bring Ming Chengyou there.

The car just drove out of the gate of Zhongjing Haoting. Unexpectedly, there are still reporters who are unwilling to give up. It is not easy to sneak in in disguise.

The camera was aimed at the car, the female reporter raised the microphone, and held the rearview mirror with the other hand, full of the sacrifice spirit of pressing over me if you want to drive.

Ming Chengyou frowned with a headache, his face was livid, Fu Ran glanced at him, thinking that if he was one of those reporters, he would back away quickly, saving his life was the most important thing.

"The daughter of the Fu family! It's her!" The camera blocking the front of the car pointed at Fu Ran who was sitting in the passenger seat. Are you the mysterious woman in Hao Ting? Do you have anything to clarify for him regarding the outside world's comments on San Shao?"

Fu Ran matched her fingers, and opened her palm to Ming Chengyou.

Ming Chengyou leaned against the seat, and the scene fell into a stalemate.

Some people started taking pictures.

Ming Chengyou unlocked the central lock, and Fu Ran quickly grabbed his arm, "Don't be impulsive."

"I look impulsive?"

Fu Ran stared at Ming Chengyou's handsome face, and slowly let go of her hand.

He pushed open the car door and went out, "Where are you going back and forth, please?"

The female reporter raised the microphone to Ming Chengyou's mouth, "Third Young Master, may I ask when did you and Ms. Fu start to reconnect? She left when you were down and down before, didn't you complain at all? Is there something wrong with it?" Can you tell us some hidden secrets that are not known to others?"

Ming Chengyou turned his face sideways, looked at Fu Ran who was sitting in the passenger seat with deep eyes, "No comment."

The reporter gave full play to the spirit of not being able to beat Xiaoqiang to death, and only after he chased and fought fiercely did he have food. "Then, what is your relationship with Ms. Fu now? Is the mysterious woman last night really her?"

Ming Chengyou pushed aside the microphone with the label of a certain TV station in the reporter's hand. He strode around the front of the car and opened the door of the passenger seat. Seeing this, Fu Ran also got out of the car in cooperation.

She also guessed a little bit in her heart, and took this opportunity to admit that she was the one who went in last night, which could be said to calm down the farce in the first place.

The female reporter's eyes lit up suddenly, and the camera next to her seized the opportunity to snap shots.

Ming Chengyou lowered his face impatiently, "No."

"Isn't the mysterious woman Miss Fu?"

"Ah."

Fu Ran collected her expression, raised her chin slightly, and only saw the corner of the man's resolute mouth from a light angle.

"Last night was a masquerade party. The person you mentioned just came to arrange it in advance." Ming Chengyou reached out to hold Fu Ran's hand, and then presented the picture of interlocking fingers in front of everyone, "As you can see, Fu Ran and I are together again, and if nothing unexpected happens, we will consider getting married and having children."

Fu Ran's tightly clenched fingers couldn't restrain her trembling. She leaned against Ming Chengyou's side, and the heat source in the man's body was transmitted to her through the fabric. Some people exclaimed, and some rushed to capture first-hand information.

"Congratulations," the female reporter wanted to dig deeper, "what prompted you to start over?"

"We're together if we like it." Ming Chengyou understated, "We still have something to do, you guys get out of the way, or I'll still call the security guard over."

After finishing speaking, Ming Chengyou hugged Fu Ran's shoulders and led her to the open car door. He motioned for Fu Ran to sit in, then slammed the door and returned to his seat.

This explosive news is undoubtedly much more valuable than last night's fuzzy photo with no front view. The female reporter looked at the black sports car leaving in the dust, and excitedly said to her companion, "I said that there will be unexpected surprises if you stay here." It’s not in vain, I volunteered to drink the cold wind when I was in New Year’s Eve.”

Fu Ran buckled his seat belt, and looked away from the rearview mirror, "This is going to make a big fuss, how do you admit our relationship?"

"According to this tenacity, we will be discovered sooner or later, and there is nothing shameful about the two of us. This is called frankness and leniency." Ming Chengyou drove calmly, and Fu Ran knew that it would be sooner or later, but he had no expectations Being uncovered like this, I couldn't react in my heart.

"Since they asked you about last night, why don't you just say it's me, what a chance to shut their mouths."

Ming Chengyou turned the steering wheel, "Isn't this a scapegoat for you? I haven't seen how bad the news is written. If I don't care about tarnishing your reputation, your parents will definitely peel me off."

Fu Ran smiled, "Knowledgeable."

She opened the car window with a smile. The midday sun was warm and warm, and when it brushed against her cheeks, it was like a baby's delicate hands full of vitality. Fu Ran's arms were lying on the car window, with half of her head exposed.

Ming Chengyou grabbed her back with a solemn voice, vaguely angry, "Do you know the danger?"

She touched her nose and obediently raised the window.

Fu Ran and Ming Chengyou came to Fu's house. Fu Songting was watching TV and saw Ming Chengyou dragging him to the window to kill two dishes as usual. Fu Ran went to the kitchen and saw Chen Ma and Fan Xian busy preparing lunch.

"mom."

"Xiao Ran is back." Fan Xian waved her over.

"Mom, what delicious food do you make?" Fan Xian is a good cook, Chen Ma is in charge of the platter, Fan Xian is in charge of the spoon, and Fu Ran stands beside her, "I will teach you some special dishes."

Fu Ran knows how to cook, but at most he can eat that kind of food, not to mention the technical level, "Mom, why did you think of teaching me how to cook?"

"To grab a man's heart, you must first grab a man's stomach."

Chen Ma put the selected dishes on the side, Fan Xian found an apron for Fu Ran to wear, and when all the dishes were served, the clock passed 12 o'clock.