Dyed

Ming Chengyou and Fu Songting just finished playing chess, Fu Songting took out the liquor, Fu Ran saw that Ming Chengyou had no intention of refusing, "Dad, Chengyou wants to drive, let's have some drinks."

"That's right," Fu Songting was stunned, and ordered Mother Chen to prepare another drink cup, "Look at my memory, we Xiaoran will love others."

"What?" Fu Ran opened the chair and sat beside Ming Chengyou, with her palms on the corners of her mouth, "I cooked a few dishes today."

"Then I'll eat more."

Fu Ran didn't try to learn it either. When all the dishes were put on the table, it was almost impossible to tell which ones she cooked, but she probably remembered Ming Chengyou's taste and favorite dishes. Fu Ran picked up a piece of Dongpo meat and put it on the table. In his bowl, "how is it?"

Ming Chengyou took a sip, "Well, it looks like a little cook."

Fan Xian smiled and took off the apron and handed it to Mama Chen, "It's not that I'm praising my daughter, if Xiaoran works harder, she can really be a chef with her talent."

Fu Ran's brows were filled with joy, and compliments are always the most useful, "I also made this tortilla."

She got up and took a piece for Fu Songting.

Fan Xian poured wine for Fu Songting, her face was as usual, her voice was kind, and taking advantage of the happy atmosphere, she said, "Chengyou, our Fu family must agree to the matter between you and Xiaoran. Naturally, if you want to be together, you also hope to accept the blessings of the parents on both sides. Your mother over there..."

She stopped in time.

Ming Chengyou understood what she meant, "Don't worry, my mother respects my choice."

Fan Xian nodded her head, she kept her expression down and didn't continue the topic. She picked up the serving chopsticks to pick up vegetables for Ming Chengyou, "Eat more."

In the afternoon, while Fan Xian was going to the restaurant to make tea, Fu Ran followed and whispered, "Mom, do you have something you want to tell me?"

"You child," Fan Xian always said that Fu Ran was exquisite, and there was something she couldn't hide from her. "It's not a big deal. I met Li Yunling when I went out with a few friends today. I wanted to go and say hello, but she saw me. She looked ugly, and she left before I approached her. Mom is worried that she is still worried about what happened two years ago."

"Mom," Fu Ran put his hands on Fan Xian's shoulders, resting his chin on her shoulders, "Maybe she didn't see it, don't take it to heart."

"It's also possible."

Fan Xian handed the brewed tea to Fu Ran, "Take it out."

She walked towards the living room with small steps. What Fan Xian said was exactly what Fu Ran was worried about. Although Ming Chengyou said it was fine, but if the two of them really want to be together, Li Yunling can still pass the test.

The news that the mysterious woman entered Zhongjing Haoting was covered by another overwhelming report the next day.

The Ming and Fu families are expected to marry again, the news is explosive enough.

When Fu Songting was asked about this matter, he gave an ambiguous answer, saying only that it was a matter for young people, and it was inconvenient for the previous generation to intervene.

When Fu Ran was driving to go out, he met Ming Zheng who had been waiting for a long time at the door. Fearing that there would be some unreliable scandals during this extraordinary period, Fu Ran simply invited him to his home.

Both Fu Songting and Fan Xian went out, and Chen Ma made a cup of tea for Ming Zheng.

The man rested his elbows on his knees, and looked at Fu Ran with cold eyes, "I'm planning to start over with him, aren't I?"

"I want to try." Fu Ran put a pillow behind her waist.

Mingzheng's eyes were bloodshot, a blue beard protruded from his delicate chin, and his face was tired. Fu Ran carefully asked, "Brother, isn't the company on annual leave? How did you do this?"

"My mother is hospitalized." Ming Zheng's voice was hoarse.

Fu Ran was startled, and her voice couldn't help trembling, "I'm hospitalized, are you sick, is it serious?"

"She is in a bad mood all day long. The doctor said that she is prone to depression. Recently, she can't eat a single bite of food. Not to mention her body is thin, her health has also become a problem." His expression still revealed his anxiety at this time.

Fu Ran's mood also fell to the bottom, Ming Zheng raised his eyes and looked at the tender green tea leaves curled up in the teacup, "Xiao Ran, before he died, he told me that the person he loved the most was always my mother, you heard that too, didn't you?" ?"

Fu Ran bit her lower lip and nodded.

"But it's so difficult for my mother to see him now. She said that if she dies, she will be liberated and she will be able to see him." Ming Zheng raised his red eyes and looked at Fu Ran, "Where is he hiding? You know it, right?"

Fu Ran clenched her hands on her knees into fists, and then slowly loosened them, "Brother, go back and tell your aunt to rest in peace, and I'll tell her when she's better."

Ming Zheng raised his eyes and stared at Fu Ran motionlessly, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Fu Ran sent Ming Zheng out of Fu's house, "Which hospital is Auntie?"

"Second House."

Fu Ran nodded, her expression slightly heavy.

Ming Chengyou came to Fu's house in the afternoon and took Fu Ran to Zhongjing Haoting. It was rare to live a leisurely life without going to work. Fu Ran was not familiar with Zhongjing Haoting, after all, he had been here only a handful of times.

Ming Chengyou let her take a look at it casually, while he went to the restaurant to make coffee.

Fu Ran went up the stairs to the second floor, and the door of Ming Chengyou's room was open. She walked in and visited for a while, then came out, opened the door next to it, and saw that it was a study.

This is what makes a villa so good. There are rooms everywhere, and every door is an independent private space.

Ming Chengyou called her downstairs, but Fu Ran didn't hear her. She walked along the corridor and passed a door panel inadvertently with her fingers.

Unscrewed the doorknob, it was locked.

Fu Ran tried again, and it was really locked.

This is also the only locked room in the entire villa.

Ming Chengyou's footsteps went from far to near, Fu Ranchu was at the door, turned his face away and said, "Chengyou, whose room is still locked."

A trace of unnaturalness flashed in Ming Chengyou's eyes, and he quickened his pace and walked to Fu Ran's side.