Dyed

On the way back to Yiyun Capital, Ming Chengyou bought two hydrogen balloons.

A Big Big Wolf and a Red Taro, one on the left and the other on the rearview mirror of the car.

While waiting for the traffic lights, as usual, many people gathered to watch.

The car carried the two of them all the way back to Evian Capital, and stopped at the door of the garage, looking beaming.

Fu Ran adjusted Ming Chengyou's collar, and even Li Yunling and Ming Rong didn't know about the wedding scene of the two.

They filled the stacked goblets with champagne, and cut the cake together. Ming Chengyou picked up two glasses of champagne and walked up to Fu Ran, walked around Fu Ran with his arms, and finished the glass of wine with her.

The sourness in my heart is always more than the sweetness. This happiness that I finally hoped for is untimely covered with a layer of sadness and suffocation that is close to the breath of death.

Ming Chengyou sat in front of the piano and handed her the sheet music, "Open it for me."

Fu Ran opened it along the folded marks, and what he saw were two platinum rings inlaid with diamonds.

The style is novel, a circle of evenly cut diamonds surrounds the hexagonal diamond in the middle, Ming Chengyou picks up one of them, then holds Fu Ran's hand, and slowly pushes the ring in against the ring finger, the size is just right.

Fu Ran raised her hand to her eyes, "Do you have a name?"

"Remember reincarnation."

"What a strange name." Fu Ran turned her face, and Ming Chengyou handed her another ring.

The two touched their hands together, "I gave it to you."

"Can I change the bullet for the first song today?"

"What do you want to hear?"

"Whatever," Fu Ran rested her head on Ming Chengyou's shoulder, "Be cheerful, it's the right time and the occasion."

Ming Chengyou wrapped his arms around her waist, "But I only learned one song, The Wedding in My Dreams. Maybe I can try to play other songs, but they definitely won't please my ears."

Fortunately, some self-knowledge.

Li Yunling called in the middle of the call and explained some things that Fu Ran should pay attention to, including where to put Ming Chengyou's medicine and how to take it.

Fu Ran listened carefully, but Li Yunling always felt uneasy, so she repeatedly told her to hang up the phone.

There was no one else in Evian Capital today except them. Fu Ran leaned against the edge of the jacuzzi, and Ming Chengyou squatted down to wipe her body.

Fu Ran slapped his hand away, and Ming Chengyou pinched her leg.

His chin rested on her shoulder, and he couldn't help himself, "What should I do, the doctor told me not to do strenuous exercise."

Fu Ran caressed Ming Chengyou's face with foamy hands, "Be patient, I am pregnant now, and I will accompany you."

"You are a woman and I am a man, how can it be the same?"

Ming Chengyou rinsed her off and led her out of the bathroom.

Fu Ran held his hand tightly. According to his current physical condition, even a princess hug is a luxury.

Ming Chengyou arranged the atmosphere in place, and the red and festive bedding, although bright, is not kitsch at all.

Fu Ran was lying on the bed in his clothes, and the man was sleeping next to her. The two maintained their foreheads touching each other. This was destined to be a different wedding night.

Ming Chengyou put her hands on both sides of Fu Ran, aware of his movements, she hurriedly pressed against his chest, "Have you forgotten what the doctor told you?"

"I'm just kissing, I won't do anything else."

His fiery kiss fell on Fu Ran's ear with hunger and thirst.

She could clearly hear the man's disordered breathing, and the heart that was tightly pressed against her chest seemed to be about to break out at any moment.

Ming Chengyou bit Fu Ran's earlobe and sucked it back and forth. She was aroused by an unknown fire, and she felt as if her whole body was about to burn.

Two bodies, with the same longing and intolerance, love is above sex, but it also needs sex to adjust and nourish.

There was slight sweat seeping out, and under the cover of the honey-colored light at the head of the bed, Ming Chengyou folded his arms, hugging Fu Ran and wishing he could integrate her into his body.

He wanted to break through the obstacles like this, desperately.

Fu Ran noticed that his breathing was out of control, she stretched her hands up from the man's waist, and touched the wound with her palm.

She opened her eyes, the blur at the bottom of the pool dissipated, and Fu Ran put her arm in front of Ming Chengyou, "Chengyou."

He vaguely responded, and lowered his body to deepen the kiss again.

Fu Ran clasped her hands behind his back, her fingers trembling a little, she felt her eye sockets were hot, Ming Chengyou bit the corner of her lips and backed away, but when she opened her eyes, she touched the moisture in her pupils.

"what happened?"

"you lost weight."

Ming Chengyou smiled, disapproving, "It doesn't matter if you are thinner."

Fu Ran recalled that when he first met Ming Sanshao, he was also in the capital of Evian. He had his own gymnasium and ran and exercised every day. His body at that time was so strong and powerful that he might even be able to beat a tiger to death.

Fu Ran leaned up and put her hands under his armpits, "Are you going to lose weight?"

"Is it ugly?" Ming Chengyou's voice was a little hoarse, perhaps because of the unabated lust.

Fu Ran shook her head, "I just can't bear it, I don't know how to face you who are getting thinner day by day."

He changed his position and lay down next to Fu Ran.

She got up naked, found Ming Chengyou's medicine from the bedside table, took a glass of water and handed it to him.

Ming Chengyou picked up the pill in Fu Ran's palm, "Actually, there is no difference between taking it or not taking it, but the side effects are quite serious." He raised his eyelids, paused and said, "I threw away the medicine before."

Fu Ran frowned, "Start taking medicine properly today, or see how I deal with you."

She pushed the palm with the pill in front of Ming Chengyou, and when he opened his mouth, she stuffed the medicine into his mouth and gave him a glass of water.

After taking the medicine, the two lay quietly on the bed. Fu Ran turned over and lay on his chest, "Go to sleep."

The scent of shampoo in her hair seeped into Ming Chengyou's nostrils, Fu Ran opened his eyes, and Ming Chengyou turned off the bedside light. A wedding, no matter whether it is lively or not, will eventually return to a bed.

"Fu Ran."

She lay on the soft quilt, feeling extremely comfortable, and replied lazily, "Yes."

"Are you happy?"

Fu Ran put his palms around Ming Chengyou's waist, "It's not something you can control casually. Fortunately, happiness depends on my own feelings."

One day's deepness is enough to imprint in the bone marrow, and it is better than a lifetime of sacrificing others.

Ming Chengyou was buried on her neck, neither of them felt sleepy.

The hand wrapped around her chest was unknowingly released, Ming Chengyou turned her back, Fu Ran heard the rustling sound in her ear, she turned around, the former atmosphere in the room was still there, warm and serene.

I can't describe my mood at this time, but I always feel that the nameless sadness overwhelms the joy.

Ming Chengyou turned over, turned back, and turned over and over again. Once the desire in his body was aroused, it was not easy to suppress it.

Fu Ran also felt uncomfortable in his heart, as if his heart was being roasted repeatedly on a brazier.