Dyed

Helplessly, this body has long been disobedient, and he fell forward. Mingzheng held his shoulders in good time, and without a word, he lifted Ming Chengyou up again.

The family doctor arrived at Yiyun's capital before Fu Ran, but Steward Xiao saw several people coming in and rushed forward, "What's the matter, young master?"

"Housekeeper Xiao, come to the room and help me." Fu Ran stood at the stairs and called her over. "Don't tell Mom about this in advance, lest she worry again."

She looked away from Butler Xiao's face, knowing it was futile, but she still gave orders.

Ming Zheng put Ming Chengyou on the bed, Fu Ran took off his coat, and the doctor inserted the prepared drip tube into the man's clear navy blue vein.

Fu Ran brought hot water and wiped his arms with a hot towel until his entire arm was flushed.

There was fine sweat on her forehead, she was so tired that she stopped to pant, and pressed her other hand to the back of her waist.

Seeing this, Ming Zheng took a step forward, "I'll do it."

The towel in Fu Ran's hand was cold, she looked up at Ming Zheng, nodded and got up to move away.

Fu Ran twisted and handed him the hot towel. Ming Zheng himself was stronger than Fu Ran, "Why did you do this?"

"He gets cold hands and feet every time, and I think that should make him feel better."

Ming Zheng heard the words, stopped talking, and only focused on the movements in his hands.

Ming Chengyou was actually awake, but now he closed his eyes.

Fu Ran touched the back of his neck, "I feel warmer, thank you."

Only then did Ming Zheng get up, looking at the IV bottle hanging above his head, "Is there still no news from the hospital?"

Fu Ran's eyes dimmed, "Yes."

The man glanced at Ming Chengyou, turned and walked out of the room.

Fu Ran went to see him off, she quietly closed the door, and Ming Zheng walked forward side by side with her, "Xiao Ran, this is the first time I have witnessed with my own eyes that a serious illness can destroy a person so far. No one knows what is going to happen tomorrow, and accidents always come unexpectedly."

Hearing this, Fu Ran just slightly opened the corner of her mouth, "I don't think so much now, or I can let go after bearing too much, I just need him to be there when I open my eyes, brother, you said it should be It’s not a luxury, is it?”

Ming Zheng met Fu Ran's eyes, but couldn't bear to tell the truth, even though everyone knew it was self-deception.

The two came downstairs together, and Fu Ran asked Steward Xiao to make tea.

"No, my company still has something to do." Mingzheng raised his watch to check the time, and made an appointment with Luo Wenying to go to the city hall, "I'm leaving first."

Li Yunling rushed over anxiously, and just after entering the living room, she saw Ming Zheng who was about to leave.

"Ming Zheng," she didn't have time to change her shoes, "it was you who sent Cheng You back."

Li Yunling looked relieved, this is a good sign, but Ming Zheng looked away from her, as if he couldn't see this person, he turned back and said to Fu Ran, "I'm leaving."

"it is good."

Many words rushed to Li Yunling's throat, seeing Mingzheng passing by her, she felt uncomfortable and wanted to reach out her hand to hold him.

From the moment she saw Ming Zheng for the first time, she never opened her eyes to take a good look at him.

Now walking past her at such a close distance, Li Yunling realized that it was her carelessness.

After all, they are related by blood. Although Ming Zheng looks like Ming Yunfeng, there are traces of her to some extent.

Li Yunling became more and more annoyed, "Mingzheng, you can forgive others, but isn't mother the only one who can't?"

The man stopped in his tracks, "My mother was at home, and she almost committed suicide to save your son."

Ming Zheng turned his back to everyone, his tone was full of loneliness, and his tone maintained a tone, flat and a bit unhuman.

Li Yunling covered her mouth, her eyes were blurred.

Ming Zheng raised his footsteps to leave.

"Wait," Fu Ran called out to him, "Housekeeper Xiao, isn't there a box of dim sum in the kitchen? Go get it."

"Oh, yes, young mistress."

Housekeeper Xiao also realized what Fu Ran meant, and stepped up to get the snacks from the kitchen and handed them to Fu Ran. She walked to Ming Zheng's side in a few steps, "You must be busy all afternoon, these snacks are made by yourself , take it with you."

Ming Zheng didn't reach out his hand, "No need."

"Take it," Fu Ran forced it into his hand, "Should I be going out with Wen Ying later? Take it on the road."

Ming Zheng glanced at it, carried it and walked out quickly.

Housekeeper Xiao looked slightly relaxed, "Ma'am, you brought that pastry after making it yourself yesterday."

The corners of Li Yunling's mouth were tightly pursed, and she looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows at Ming Zheng's back who had gone away.

She didn't stay long, she went up to look at Ming Chengyou, Fu Ran sat in the living room and watched Butler Xiao busy back and forth.

The lives of her and Ming Chengyou were monitored all the time. After sending Li Yunling away, Fu Ran got up and went upstairs.

Ming Chengyou lay on his side, Fu Ran stepped lightly, and the shelf for the drip bottle was moved to the side.

She walked to the bed and saw that he was sleeping soundly. Fu Ran took out a bag from the bedside table, and she opened the French window to go out. Inside was a half-knitted sweater and an album.

Fu Ran pinned the hair scattered on the side of the cheek to the back of the ear, revealing a smooth and jade-like side.

Ming Chengyou opened his eyes and watched Fu Ran's repeated movements.

The snow hasn't stopped today, the beauty is like a scene, and there is a picture falling behind, Ming Chengyou leans his face on his arm, thinking how time can stand still.

Suddenly, he felt how absurd his previous life was, how much time was wasted, there were no assumptions in life, otherwise, why would he and Fu Ran waste until today?

The background in Ming Chengyou's eyes was broken and hazy. Fu Ran must have been sitting for a long time, so she stretched her hand behind her waist and beat it lightly a few times.

She raised her head and found that he was awake, so she dropped the things in her hand and walked over.

Ming Chengyou asked her to lie down beside him with all her clothes on, and he kissed her lightly on the side of her cheek. Seeing her red and swollen eyes, he said, "Go to sleep."

Fu Ran nodded, "I can't sleep well recently."

"I'm holding you." Ming Chengyou wrapped his arms around Fu Ran's waist from behind, and his eyes fell lightly on her face. How many of them can truly grow old together?

People who love each other may not necessarily be able to combine.

He sighed and closed his eyes heavily.

Ming Chengyou has always had dreams recently, but each dream is surprisingly real, and he can even recall every detail after waking up.

The footsteps fell on the ground very lightly, as if stepping on cotton. The roses were blooming just right, and he remembered that Fu Ran liked it.

Ming Chengyou came to a door, looked up and saw it was a kindergarten.

He can't remember, is the child already born?

On the empty playground, someone was fighting. Ming Chengyou approached, but was blocked by a black iron gate, so he couldn't see clearly.

I vaguely saw a child running this way, his face seemed to be getting clearer and clearer, the child rushed to him, grabbed the iron gate with both hands and shook it.

Ming Chengyou squatted down, and standing inside was a four or five-year-old boy, whose appearance was exactly the same as his childhood photos. He stared at the child's bright black pupils, "What's your name?"