Dyed

Fu Ran's eyes were sincere, "Mingzheng has carried the status of an illegitimate child for more than [-] years. No matter what happened in his previous life, he was always innocent. Dad said that he wanted to make it up to him."

"Compensation?" Ming Chengyou raised the corners of his mouth as if he heard a big joke, "Based on what I know about my dad, he doesn't seem like the kind of person who can hand over a lot of land to others for simple compensation."

In the eyes of Li Yunling's mother and son, it doesn't make sense in terms of emotion and reason.

Ming Chengyou moved to Fu Ran's side, and he took her hand and held it in his palm, "If you have to say such disappointing things during Chinese New Year, my dad has been dead for so long, forget it."

Fu Ran held Ming Chengyou's hand back forcefully, "I heard that Aunt Zhao is sick."

"Aunt Zhao?" Ming Chengyou looked blank for a moment, "Which Aunt Zhao?"

Fu Ran raised her eyes and looked at him, "It's Zhao Lan."

Ming Chengyou's tone was so unfamiliar, subconsciously, he might not even want to think about Zhao Lan.

"She's sick, what's wrong?" Ming Chengyou picked up the coffee cup, the indifference in his eyes was so clear, after all, he was a stranger, and even had more resentment and hatred than a stranger.

"You saw it last time. She is not in good health. The doctor said she is prone to depression." Every time Fu Ran uttered a word, it was as if a knife had cut her heart inch by inch. At first, she was very strong. Small, when it comes to the next few words, it can be described as gouging out the heart.

"Depression?" Ming Chengyou didn't take it seriously, with an indifferent tone on his thin lips, "So what, she asked for it herself. How did she find someone to marry so hard that she has fallen into today's situation?"

Ming Chengyou seemed to want to continue, but when he caught sight of Fu Ran's face, he stopped in time.

Fu Ran held the warm coffee cup in his hands, and Ming Yunfeng said it was for his own good. She swore before Ming Yunfeng's bed that she also wanted to be good for Ming Cheng.

But the so-called goodness has to be based on harming others.

"Fu Ran?" Ming Chengyou called softly.

Fu Ran was still deliberating when he spoke, "Chengyou, you also said that your father has been dead for so long, forget it, whether you want to accept it or not, Zhao Lan's request is also reasonable, she wants to have It's just a place of worship."

In fact, if people can see it, people are dead, so there is no need to continue the fight. Naturally, Ming Yunfeng does not want to see Zhao Lan and Ming Zheng after death.

The so-called peace of mind is just that Li Yunling wants to feel at ease.

Ming Chengyou crossed one leg, and the atmosphere was silent for a long time. The coffee in the cup had already cooled down, and it lost its original taste in his mouth.

His slender fingers landed on his knees, and his index fingers tapped without rhythm.

Fu Ran looked sideways, and the fine golden yellow came in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, beating Ming Chengyou's face into obscurity.

He suddenly turned his face away from Fu Ran, "Then tell me, what does it mean that they engraved Zhao Lan's name on the tombstone of the two of them privately? If there is no lesson from the past, why should my mother be so decisive? After all," Ming Chengyou His chest heaved violently, "It's safe in the ground, who wants to disturb the undead?"

Fu Ran met Ming Chengyou's gaze, "Mingzheng made a mistake in this matter from the very beginning, and your coming and going will only increase the damage. Chengyou, give them another chance, or set a rule, even for a month. Or meet in three months?"

"Impossible," Ming Chengyou interrupted Fu Ran without hesitation, "This is my mother's intention. The purpose of moving the grave is to prevent my father from seeing the mother and son again. You have to pay the price for the so-called harm you may suffer in the future!"

"Now she has paid the price, Chengyou, you can pull her away with a nod, and your father doesn't want to..."

"Fu Ran!" Ming Chengyou interrupted her coldly, and the atmosphere in the air instantly froze, "Let's stop arguing about these trivial matters."

Fu Ran looked at the gloomyness that flashed by the bottom of his pool, and she already knew that it was impossible to convince him. Fu Ran put her hands in her pockets, and touched the photo inside with her fingers, as if the boy's innocent eyes flashed before her eyes. And clean eyes.

The two people have different positions, so naturally they broke up unhappy.

Fu Ran was changing shoes at the entrance, Ming Chengyou stared at her figure through the glass screen, Fu Ran bent over to zip up.

"I'll see you off." Ming Chengyou put one leg on the ground, and Fu Ran had already turned the doorknob with his right hand, "No, I'll take a taxi myself."

Striding out of the door, the sunshine after the year was more than enough to warm, but not enough energy, she stepped down the stone steps step by step, Ming Chengyou stared at the fading figure outside the floor-to-ceiling window, he thought for a while, picked up the car Chase the key out.

Just as he walked to the door, he saw Fu Ran stop a taxi and drive away.

The uncle driver looked away from the rearview mirror, "Did you quarrel with your husband?"

Fu Ran looked away from him, the taxi driver has good conversation skills, and is generally very observant, "Hey, the young couple had a fight at the end of the bed, my daughter had a fight with my son-in-law two days ago, and she also yelled to come back , When I went to pick her up after work, I was already coaxed by my son-in-law to be very happy."

The driver smiled and said, "You young people, look, I saw your husband chasing you out just now, the little girl is quite irritable, right?"

Fu Ran raised the corners of her mouth helplessly. Although the driver uncle talked a lot, he was kind. Fu Ran looked at her own face reflected in the rearview mirror. Does she look like a grumpy person?

"Master, please go to Nansheng Plaza."

"Thinking of buying a gift for your husband?"

Can you see this?Fu Ran couldn't help but be amazed, have you studied psychology?

In a few days, it will be the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Although it is not Ming Chengyou's real birthday, no one else knows about the day she celebrated for him before.

Besides, Ming Chengyou had told her earlier that he wanted her to accompany him on his birthday.

You Yingrui took a taxi and waited outside Zhongjing Haoting. Ming Chengyou told her not to go there, and there was no chance to meet her. She wanted to go in when no one was paying attention, but she didn't expect to see Fu Ran striding from inside come out.

You Yingrui hastily asked the driver to follow Fu Ran all the way to South Living Plaza.

Fu Ran didn't expect to buy any gift for Ming Chengyou. She passed by the door of the boutique, slowed down and folded in. The waiter asked kindly, "What help do you need?"

Fu Ran walked around the men's clothing section, "I want to buy a birthday present."

"Who did you buy it for, father? Boyfriend? Or a normal colleague?"

Fu Ran still felt a little awkward when he said the word boyfriend, and the waiter took it for granted, "For boyfriend, let me recommend you a new belt."

Fu Ran followed the waiter to the counter, the unique logo of Hermès, which is also Ming Chengyou's usual brand.

He seems to have a soft spot for it, and the sports car at home is also a Bugatti Veyron Hermes version.

Wearing white gloves, the waiter took out samples from the counter with a gentle and friendly voice, "Giving a belt to your boyfriend has a special meaning, and it binds your own happiness."

To put it more implicitly, Song Zhi once said this, but it has a deeper meaning, "Tie up a man's lower body so that he doesn't dare to go out for a shower."

The smooth black lines and the shiny platinum belt buckle, some things don’t need to be carefully selected after seeing them right, “this is the one.”

"You have a good eye, please follow me to the front desk to check out."