Dyed

She hurriedly lifted the quilt and took the clothes on the sofa, "You wait for me where you are!"

After speaking, she hung up the phone first this time.

Fu Ran had never been in such a hurry to put on her clothes. She put her boots on her legs as she walked out of the room, and ran all the way to the elevator with her right foot bare. After entering the elevator, she leaned against the wall and began to put on another boot.

Fu Ran hurried out of the lobby with a look on her face. There were not many people staying in the hotel on such a day. She squeezed the mobile phone in her palm and rushed to the road.

Mingzheng saw Fu Ran running out from the balcony. He frowned. Seeing Fu Ran running faster and faster, he quickly put out the cigarette in his hand, went back to the room, took the coat on the hanger, and chased after him.

The wind was fierce, especially after the early morning, when it was blown on the face like sharp knives across the skin, it didn't bleed, but it hurt terribly.

After the road was icy, it was difficult to walk an inch, and Fu Ran's figure was stretched along with the street lights.

Due to the closure of the mountain, I couldn't even see a car in the past. Fu Ran walked in a hurry and slipped a few times. She didn't realize it, and wished she could fly out with her wings.

Ming Zheng quickly saw Fu Ran's back, and he followed far behind, keeping a distance of 50 meters.

Qingshan is full of private cemeteries of rich and powerful families. Ming Yunfeng did not want to ruin his reputation during his lifetime, but Li Yunling brought him to Qingshan after his death.

The surroundings were so quiet that only the sound of my own breathing could be heard, and the sound of footsteps stepping into the snow was even more eerie and loud. There were hills on both sides, like the open Five Fingers Mountain, which could control people into it at any time.

Fu Ran stopped in her tracks, took out her mobile phone and dialed Ming Chengyou's number.

Ming Zheng's lonely figure cast into the distance, and also stopped.

The signal is very poor and I can't dial out at all.

Fu Ran exhaled, white mist filled her eyes, she stuffed her phone into her pocket, as long as she followed this road, she would definitely meet Ming Chengyou.

A thin layer of sweat oozes from the forehead, if you say you are not afraid, you must be lying, the dim light and the silent mountain.

In addition, the cemetery is the best element to form a horror movie. Fu Ran simply trotted, wishing to cover his eyes and ears.

About half an hour later, a white spot suddenly appeared in her eyes 200 meters away from the Ming family cemetery.

Originally, there was a white background all around, but because the night turned into a huge black curtain, the whiteness became brighter and brighter.

Fu Ran screamed, "Chengyou, Chengyou!"

Chengyou—the echo kept rising and falling in the valley, and clearly passed into the ears of Mingzheng who followed behind, and he stopped silently.

In the past [-] years, Fu Ran probably never got out of control like this.

She ran over regardless, and the person opposite seemed to hear her shout, and seemed to be extremely tired. With his hands on his knees, he raised his chin slightly and looked at Fu Ran who was running.

20 meters, ten meters, five meters.

Isn't it Ming Chengyou?

He also knew that going up the mountain was cold, so Fu Ran couldn't express the joy and excitement in a pure white waist-length down jacket.

She has never seen a man who can wear this pure color with such taste, the dazzling white makes Ming Chengyou's facial features more three-dimensional and exquisite.

Fine beads of sweat slid down the bridge of his straight nose.

Fu Ran stood in front of Ming Chengyou, both of them were panting heavily, as if neither of them could speak.

He bent down and slowly straightened up. The light hit Ming Chengyou's back and side, and the light leaking from both sides of his cheeks was weak and dim. Fu Ran rushed forward, put his feet on tiptoe and put his arms around Ming Chengyou's neck.

This hasty movement caused Ming Chengyou to retreat more than half of it abruptly.

Her chest was pressed against her, and she could feel Ming Chengyou's heartbeat almost jumping out of her chest, which was chaotic but full of impact.

Fu Ran squeezed hard and tightened his arms.

The sound of Ming Chengyou's breathing flowed wantonly in her ears, and his hands hugging Fu Ran's waist fell one after another, and slapped Fu Ran's upturned buttocks.

She felt the pain and shrank back.

Ming Chengyou hit him three times in a row, and Fu Ran blushed. Although there was no third person around, his voice was crisp and clear, and it still hurt.

"Let's see if you still dare?" Ming Chengyou raised his hand and lowered it, and Fu Ran shrank into his arms even more tightly. The strike was really ruthless, and it was not just a joke.

"say!"

Fu Ran put her lips next to Ming Chengyou's ear, "Don't dare, I really don't dare."

Ming Chengyou didn't want to get angry when he thought about it, "You really dare to make up your own mind, you should let me know that you have to pull out your skin."

Fu Ran stood on tiptoe and screamed for pain, but her eyes were full of glass-like luster as she crossed her neck and looked behind Ming Chengyou.

"You know it hurts?"

She nodded vigorously.

Unexpectedly, a big palm landed on her buttocks and rubbed it lightly. Fu Ran backed away in fright, "What are you doing?"

"Rub it for you," Ming Chengyou stood in front of her, with a carefree look on his face, "I don't like rubbing, come here, I wanted to give you a hard time!"

Mingzheng was hidden in the darkness, his cold eyes were getting darker and darker, his eyes were fixed on the two of them all the time, but his legs were stepping back step by step, he tripped over a snow block unexpectedly, he stabilized his steps, and then Turn around and stride away.

Fu Ran felt a burning pain in her buttocks, "Actually, I'm not wrong."

Ming Chengyou raised his eyebrows and stared at her without saying a word, intending to torture people with his eyes. Fu Ranbiao was more serious, "That's right, but it's my fault that I didn't expect the weather to change."

"Otherwise, you can cover up your crime without anyone noticing, right?" Ming Chengyou smiled half-way up his mouth, showing the essence of charm to the fullest.

Fu Ran followed his example and didn't speak.

"Who did Qingshan come with?" Ming Chengyou folded his arms on his chest, bringing the topic to the right place.

Fu Ran rolled her toes and creaked as she stepped on the snowflakes, her head drooped slightly, "Didn't you guess everything?"

After a long while of no response, Fu Ran raised her head and saw Ming Chengyou still standing there, "Why can I guess?"

Fu Ran squinted her eyes and smiled, put her hands to her lips and breathed, "It's so cold."

The corners of Ming Chengyou's eyes were slightly soft, and the cold wind poured into the neckline to remind him that it was almost three o'clock in the morning. He stretched out his right index finger and gave Fu Ran a tick.

Yin and cold ran all over the body along the soles of the shoes, Fu Ran walked two steps, Ming Chengyou put her shoulders and took her into his arms.

The lips were suddenly grabbed, and the warm breath came with an unbearable urgency. Ming Chengyou clasped Fu Ran tightly with both hands, and she lifted her chin lightly to cooperate well with him.

The tip of Ming Chengyou's tongue was painted with Fu Ran's lip line layer by layer, and he was not in a hurry to penetrate deeply. He first kissed and then nibbled.

Finally, they opened Fu Ran's lips, and they embraced each other on the snow-capped green hills. Ming Chengyou opened his eyes, staring at Fu Ran's uncontrollable expression.

At this moment, he vividly felt that his heart was beating, the chest cavity was not empty, and it was aggressive and powerful. Could it be that life force can also be contagious?

Fu Ran opened her eyes slightly, only to find that the man was staring at him for a moment.

The tips of the noses touched each other, and the obsidian-like depth at the bottom of the pool was fascinating. She frowned slightly, and pushed his chest lightly with her hands in resistance, with vague words pouring out from the corners of her mouth, "You, you are not paying attention."

The corners of Ming Chengyou's mouth opened, and he backed away, his cold lips were printed on Fu Ran's eyebrows over and over again, and she was forced by him to close her eyes again.

"Okay, then let's concentrate."