Dyed

Fu Ran came in from the balcony, "We lived together anyway, don't you know the size I wear?"

The words that blurted out made Ming Chengyou feel a sense of melancholy, he took out the socks from his bag, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"No." Fu Ran sat opposite him, "I'm waiting for you."

Ming Chengyou packed up and walked out of the room with Fu Ran. The moment he opened the door, he saw Zhao Lan standing outside.

"Auntie, aren't you having breakfast downstairs?" Fu Ran looked out from Ming Chengyou's side.

"I don't think you guys are coming down yet, so I'll come and take a look." Zhao Lan's eyes met Ming Chengyou, "Chengyou."

Ming Chengyou snorted, and his two sword eyebrows almost knit together, "You asked Fu Ran to bring you to Qingshan, right?"

Zhao Lan's eyes retreated, and her frail body was hidden in the corridor. Fu Ran pulled Ming Chengyou's arm forcefully, "It's none of Aunt's business."

Ming Chengyou didn't listen to her words at all, "If you want my dad to rest in peace, don't bother him anymore. If my mother really knows, you won't be able to see him in the future."

Zhao Lan's face was pale, and his back against the wall seemed to be likely to fall down at any time. Ming Chengyou had always looked down on Zhao Lan.

He looked at the ceiling from the corner of his eyes, Fu Ran heard the words, his eyes showed unspeakable complexity, Ming Zheng came from not far away, his eyes wandered from several people, "Mom, breakfast is ready, what are you doing upstairs?" ?”

Zhao Lan forcibly held back the astringency in his eyes, "I see Xiaoran and the others are ready."

Ming Chengyou took Fu Ran's hand, "I think you are just full and have nothing to do, and you always cause trouble for some irrelevant people."

"Chengyou, don't say that!" The words in Fu Ran's mouth were thrown far away as Ming Chengyou pulled her forward. The two walked to the elevator, and Ming Chengyou pushed Fu Ran in. .

"Wait for them."

After Fu Ran finished speaking, Ming Chengyou pressed the key with his fingers, and Fu Ran saw the figures of Zhao Lan and Ming Zheng locked outside the door.

"Chengyou, why are you doing this?"

"Fu Ran, it's impossible for me to accept their identities in my life. Don't quarrel with me. It's meaningless because of this kind of thing. You will never understand the harm they have done to me and my mother." Ming Chengyou looked at it without squinting. straight ahead.

Fu Ran was exhausted, her legs went limp, and she leaned against the wall.

After breakfast, Ming Chengyou stood in front of the steps of the hotel. The large square was only swept out of a road that could be easily passed. The snow had stopped, but it seemed that he would still be stuck on the mountain today.

He raised his face slightly, looking at the hazy sky above.

Fu Ran walked to his side and reached out to hold Ming Chengyou's palm, "I'm sorry, but I have to let you have an extraordinary birthday."

She thought at first that he would be furious when he found out.

Ming Chengyou withdrew his eyes in dismay, and held Fu Ran's hand even tighter, "Fortunately, you are with me."

I was too tired last night, plus there were cemeteries nearby and there was no place to go. During the day, the two simply stayed in the room, one surfing the Internet and the other watching TV.

When it was time for dinner, Fu Ran went out for a walk first, then came back and took Ming Chengyou downstairs. He saw Ming Zheng and Zhao Lan sitting by the window. Fu Ran took him there, and Ming Chengyou stopped, "You go where?"

"Just listen to me tonight." Fu Ran let go of his hand, and simply pushed him behind with both hands.

Zhao Lan got up to say hello kindly, and asked Ming Chengyou and Fu Ran to sit down.

Ming Zheng watched with cold eyes, too lazy to respond.

"Chengyou, today is your birthday, Xiaoran said let Mingzheng and I join in the fun, don't mind." Zhao Lan kindly opened the chair for the two of them.

Fu Ran hurriedly took her to a seat, "Don't be too busy, Auntie, sit down first."

Fu Ran sat down next to Ming Chengyou, and the waiter hurriedly served the dishes. The atmosphere during the dinner was weird, basically only Zhao Lan and Fu Ran could speak.

Ming Chengyou focused on dealing with the large plate of shrimp, peeled it and put it into Fu Ran's bowl. He looked at her profile, thinking that such a big shrimp would not be able to fill her mouth.

Zhao Lan's words could be heard to be flattering, but Ming Chengyou's temperament was not developed in a day or two, and it's useless to force him if he doesn't want to see him.

When the birthday cake was delivered, Ming Chengyou glanced at it. Today's mood is really not suitable for celebration.

Zhao Lan and Fu Ran sang the birthday song to him in time, and Ming Chengyou put his palm on his forehead. If it wasn't for Fu Ran, he would have left the table by now.

Fu Ran stared at the two men sitting across from her. She delivered the cut cake to Ming Zheng. Zhao Lan elbowed her son, "Today is Cheng You's birthday."

Fu Ran looked at the three people with different expressions, and felt a convulsive pain in his heart. Such a scene was indescribably uncomfortable, but it was just hidden under a layer of nothingness.

Mingzheng picked up the spoon and reluctantly took a bite.

It almost only touched the corner of the mouth, and threw the spoon away.

"Chengyou, I wish you a happy birthday." Zhao Lan said sincerely.

Ming Chengyou sneered, thinking to himself, don't even think about your confinement on my birthday.

Among the four, only Fu Ran was in the best mood. Trapped in such a place, it was inevitable to be upset.

But fortunately, it was also a coincidence among coincidences. On this day, which was not actually Ming Chengyou's birthday, Zhao Lan was there.

Seeing the cake crumbs on the corner of Mingzheng's mouth, Fu Ran couldn't help but raise her lips.

Ming Chengyou hardly spoke for the whole meal, and went back to the room holding back his anger, but Fu Ran didn't bother him, trying to let him calm down by himself.

Ming Chengyou walked into the bathroom, while Fu Ran opened the floor-to-ceiling windows and came to the balcony.

I had called Fan Xian earlier and found a reason to tell her that I couldn't go back in the next two days.

The cell phone rang suddenly in the room, it was very special, and Fu Ran had heard it before.

Ming Chengyou closed the bathroom door tightly as if he didn't hear it at all, Fu Ran walked into the room and shouted, "Chengyou, call."

The sound of taking a shower came from the bathroom. Fu Ran turned on the TV and sat down on the sofa. The bell rang three times in a row, and it was still going on.

Fu Ran hugged a cushion to watch TV, wondering if it was an urgent call from Li Yunling or the company, she walked over and picked up Ming Chengyou's cell phone, the caller ID: Ming.

It could be home.

Fu Ran put the phone back, the ringtone was cut off, but it rang again quickly when she turned around.

Fu Ran thought that she could let the other party call later, she hesitated and tapped the call button, she put the phone to her ear, "Hello?"

"Cheng—" A female voice came out, and the two spoke almost simultaneously.

Fu Ran was slightly stunned, but the eyes of the person on the other end were instantly reddened.