Dyed

Fu Ran hurriedly rushed out of the ballroom, she strode into the elevator, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Ming Chengyou's figure chasing after her, and the elevator slowly closed, blocking the man's face from the outside.

Ming Chengyou was just one step away. He thumped the metal door with both hands, "Fu Ran, open it!"

The digital light on the top was showing that it was sliding down, and Fu Ran covered her face with her palms, and all the strength in her body seemed to fade away.

A sense of powerlessness permeated all limbs instantly, and she was so tired that she might not even have the strength to speak.

The elevator stopped in the middle and opened with a ding.

She thought she had reached the bottom floor, so she lifted her footsteps and walked out. She suddenly saw a pair of legs standing at the door through her drooping eyelids, wrapped up in suit pants. When the man saw her, his eyes flashed with surprise for a moment. He walked away Enter the elevator, press the button with your finger, "This is the fifth floor."

Hearing this familiar voice, Fu Ran raised his head.

His eyes met the man's deep eyes, and she retreated into the corner with her body involuntarily. Ming Zheng's eyes wandered all over her body. He stretched out his hand, but saw that there was a warning in her eyes.

Ming Zheng's eyes froze, and he stepped forward to hold Fu Ran's hand and lead her to him. She struggled unsuccessfully, but was firmly locked in his arms.

The cold smell in the nostrils was mixed with the confusion of cigarettes, Ming Zheng put his hand on the back of Fu Ran's head, not allowing her to struggle, "Xiao Ran."

Fu Ran rested her face on the ironed cloth on the man's chest, "Aren't you afraid of being seen?"

"I know you're blaming me," Mingzheng clenched his arms tightly, his words filled with tiredness, "I didn't want you to get involved, I thought it was for your own good to cancel the engagement with you, Xiaoran, once you penetrate , I will become constrained, so don't blame me for many things."

"What do you want to do?" Fu Ran wanted to get up, but was hugged even harder by Ming Zheng. He didn't let go until the elevator stopped on the ground floor, and moved his body away. He didn't intend to go out.

Fu Ran glanced sideways, and when the elevator door opened, the man's face had returned to his usual expression, muttering as if he had never said anything.

Fu Ran walked out with her back, and heard the sound of the door closing behind her.

Passing through the hall, many people pointed at her, and Fu Ran walked through the glittering and resplendent high-class place like a palace without squinting.

A gust of wind swept over with the unique bleakness and coldness of late autumn. She put her arms around her shoulders, and in the clear and cold night, she was alone on the long street.

"Fu Ran!"

At some point, Ming Chengyou no longer called her having an affair.

Fu Ran ran forward without turning back, and followed closely behind. Ming Chengyou wrapped her arms around her waist and cut her off, "Don't run, do you really want this leg?"

After being reminded by him, Fu Ran lowered his head and looked at it. His right ankle was really swollen and high, and it hurt every inch of his heart.

Standing on tiptoe, she pushed Ming Chengyou's hand away, "Are you chasing after me to tell me that I lost."

She stubbornly raised her head to look at him, Ming Chengyou said with a thin brow and a low tone, "You have a really bad temper."

"You brought me here just to see my jokes?" Fu Ran stared at Ming Chengyou's face for a moment, "I thought that even if you don't know how to protect me, you won't be targeting me everywhere." .”

Fu Ran recalled a sentence she once read in a book: All my life, I long to be well-collected, properly placed, and carefully preserved.Don't be surprised, don't suffer, don't wander around, don't have branches to cling to.

But that man, I know, I've always known, will never come.

Fu Ran limped and continued walking, her shoulders became hot, and the black suit left a residual warmth, covering her upper body with a hood.

The two figures staggered forward, and the dancing shoes made a cold and hard ticking sound when they stepped on the ground. Ming Chengyou caught up with him a few steps, his chest felt suffocated and powerless as if it was clogged with cotton.

"Fu Ran, I just want you to be soft."

She didn't stop, her voice was hollow and terrifying, "Ming Chengyou, your world is different from mine. You are used to controlling and like to manipulate others."

She stopped abruptly, and her figure under the street lamp was thin and pleasant, "Can't you really see it? I forced myself to blend into your circle, I wanted to find a place where I could be stable, and I convinced you more than once Ruan, you don't need to treat me like this, really."

Fu Ran thought of that home, the alley where she had been walking for 20 years.

She has seen all the vicissitudes, reality and dirt in it, but now she would rather live there and never come out.

People are always limited to their own circles, but they don't know that what they have been pursuing may be far less good than what they have now.

They stood only an inch apart, but Ming Chengyou felt that Fu Ran's gaze was coming from afar.

He repeated what he had just said, "I won't really embarrass you in public, and they're just joking."

"A joke?" Fu Ran's lips fluttered lightly, showing obvious mockery, "But others will take jokes seriously to please you. Didn't you really see it at the time? He is so skilled in dancing, how could he make mistakes in such a simple movement? Was it a carelessness, or did you let go on purpose to save your face?"

Ming Chengyou naturally knew, but he didn't tell the truth. Fu Ran shook her head lightly. She thought of the male dance partner who called her sister-in-law. Although his temperament was different from others, he still couldn't escape the world.

She doesn't blame others, the man she clings to has enough power to be worshiped by others, shouldn't she be thankful?

Fu Ran tightened Ming Chengyou's coat, she turned and wanted to leave, Ming Chengyou took her arm, and then put his hands on her shoulders.

The two shadows showed the illusion of being intimate and embracing, he reached out and brushed Fu Ran's hair off his cheeks, "You clearly said that you can't dance, if you had told me the truth early in the morning, what happened today would not have happened. "

Just now when she came out, she was caught in the cold, and Fu Ran's throat felt hairy. She staggered the topic vaguely, "Not many people know that I can dance. After I returned to Fu's house, I attended many receptions. I didn't want to dance, so I lied that I couldn't. You asked me a few times before, but I didn't think too deeply."

It was rare for her to explain patiently, obediently and gently.

Somewhere in Ming Chengyou's heart softened, he stroked her ear with his palm, and fixed it on the back of Fu Ran's neck, "Tell me, what is your greatest wish now?"

"Ming Chengyou?"

"Huh?" He raised his eyebrows and smiled knowingly, "You can call me another way."

But Fu Ran opened her mouth straight down, her eyes were crystal clear, and a clean and real thing infiltrated her eyes, "It doesn't matter whether you have feelings for me now or in the future, as long as I stay in Ming's house for one day, I will When you need this family, don't forget that I am your fiancee."

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten, I go home to sleep every night, right?"

The Ming family can be said to be a bottomless vortex, she just stood aside and took a look, already feeling dizzy as if she was about to fall into it.

Fu Ran stood on tiptoe under the hazy moonlight in order to get closer to Ming Chengyou, "Protect me well, can you?"

Ming Chengyou took back the hand on Fu Ran's shoulder, and he took her hand and walked back. After walking about a dozen steps, he squeezed Fu Ran's palm tightly.

"Yes. As long as you bear this position for a day, I can assure you that at least no other women will come to your door. I will leave you a clean place."