Dyed

Housekeeper Xiao also persuaded Li Yunling, "Madam, you have to rush in again, let the young lady take the third young lady in."

Fu Ran held the urn tightly in her hand, looked up at the sky, it turns out that the sky is the same no matter where it is.

The haze overwhelmed the top, and it seemed that his hands were covered with lingering mist. Fu Ran's throat rolled gently, and tears could not be held back.

"Chengyou, I'm taking you home."

Li Yunling sat in the living room clutching her heart, Housekeeper Xiao brought her tea and water, Li Yunling looked up and saw Ming Rong sitting opposite, "Ming Rong, Mom was so excited just now, don't take what you said to heart."

Ming Rong shook his head, "I know."

Fu Ran went upstairs to pick up the baby from the confinement wife's arms. Perhaps the redness and swelling on the face scared the baby, or the atmosphere was too depressing all day long, and the baby kept crying. Fu Ran picked him up and went to the living room.

Housekeeper Xiao was going to get ice cubes to put on her face, Fu Ran handed the child to her, "No need."

Li Yunling stared at her bitterly.

"Mom, let's pick a good day to bury Chengyou."

Li Yunling became more and more heartbroken, "Fu Ran, will you stay in the Ming family forever?"

"Yes," Fu Ran said without hesitation, "This is my home."

Li Yunling's eyelids were lightly closed, looking very tired.

Ming Rong pressed his fingers between his brows, "Mom, do you want to announce the matter of Cheng You to the media?"

After thinking about it, Fu Ran said, "Mom, why don't you keep it a secret? Mr. After the last crisis, if the news of Chengyou spreads again..."

Li Yunling took her words, "Fu Ran, mr, what do you plan to do next?"

Ming Rong also turned his attention to her.

Fu Ran felt indescribably uncomfortable, as if someone had strangled her neck, "Mom, can't we talk about these things after Chengyou's burial?"

Li Yunling didn't answer, she stood up and walked to her room.

Passing the living room, Li Yunling saw the portrait of Ming Yunfeng standing there, she walked to the bookshelf in a few steps, staring at the face in the portrait.

The two men she should love most in this life are gone.

With deceit and lies, Ming Yunfeng lied to her all his life, making her unable to hate Ming Chengyou, the son she brought up by herself.

Fu Ran wrapped her arms around her shoulders and pressed her legs, staring blankly at the ground.

Ming Chengyou's urn was buried in Qingshan, Ming's cemetery.

Fu Ran was standing in front of the tombstone all in black. The weather these few days was very strange, and the rain didn't seem to be falling heavily, it was always drizzle.

A layer of dampness can be seen on the ground. Although you don't need to use an umbrella, after standing for a while, your whole body feels wet and sticky, which is very uncomfortable.

The news of Ming Chengyou's death has been concealed from the outside world until now, and no one can enter the Ming family's cemetery. Fu Ran looked at the tombstone, turned his eyes away and looked into the distance.

Li Yunling cried so much that she sat beside her, Zhao Lan and Ming Zheng also came, and there were endless cries in her ears, a hundred times more mournful than the bleak wind in the cold winter.

The tears streaming down his cheeks were cold, shockingly cold.

Ming Zheng stood beside Fu Ran and stared at the tombstone. There was no picture of Ming Chengyou on it, but a simple line of words.

Fu Ran heard a sigh coming into his ears.

She wiped away her tears and turned around.

Butler Xiao took Li Yunling to go outside first, and when they reached the door, Butler Xiao turned back and called Zhao Lan to leave with her.

After all, this is the cemetery of the Ming family. If it weren't for Ming Chengyou's relationship, Li Yunling would never have let Zhao Lan in.

"Xiao Ran, let's go." Ming Zheng said beside him.

"I want to spend more time with Chengyou here, you guys go back first."

A group of people left one after another. Fu Ran stood in front of the tomb and watched from a distance. Everyone was dressed in heavy black, which was so heavy that people couldn't breathe.

After the cemetery returned to silence, Fu Ran sat down in front of the tombstone. The ground was very cold, and she stroked the name engraved on the tombstone with her fingers.

Her expression suddenly calmed down, and she leaned her head against the tombstone, feeling a sense of sadness, and in the end, she couldn't even cry.

Fu Ran bent her knees, hugged her legs tightly and stared at the ground in a daze.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and gradually I could feel the raindrops hitting my face.

Fu Ran shrank her shoulders, Ming Zheng squatted beside her with an umbrella, "Why did you make your body like this?"

Fu Ran reached out to wipe off the water stains on her cheeks, "Don't worry, I'm very open-minded, I just want to sit with him for a while."

Ming Zheng stretched out his hand to support Fu Ran's elbow, "Let's go."

He pulled her up vigorously, Fu Ran followed him, and the people around him had already left. Ming Zheng drove Fu Ran back to Ming's house. When Li Yunling saw him, she hurried forward, "Ming Zheng, have you eaten at home?" Let's go after dinner?"

Mingzheng took the umbrella from the back seat of the car and handed it to Fu Ran, "Xiao Ran, I have been with my mother since I was a child. In fact, I am similar to your child. The deceased is already dead. You should pay more attention to the child."

Ming Zheng couldn't say any other comforting words, Fu Ran took the handle of the umbrella and walked inside without saying a word.

Li Yunling tried to say a few words to Ming Zheng, "Ming Zheng."

The man opened the car door, slammed it shut, and drove away.

Cut Kun's top floor office.

Luo Wenying was shocked when she heard the news of Ming Chengyou's death, while Ming Zheng leaned against the window, staring outside with ecstasy.

"Mr is now in a turbulent period. A few days ago, Ming Rong temporarily took charge and then returned to Ming Chengyou. Boss, what do you think?"

Ming Zheng didn't react, "What do you think?"

"If you still want to deal with mr, now is undoubtedly the best time."

Luo Wenying put down the signature pen in her hand, Fu Ran is now trapped in the cracks, and Luo Wenying doesn't want Mingzheng to intervene again, but judging from the previous situation where the two companies were fighting to the death, she doesn't know that Mingzheng Zheng Ken refused to stop.

With his arms folded in front of his chest, Luo Wenying raised her head to look at Ming Zheng's back. Due to the angle of her back, she couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

After a long while, I saw him turn around and come, pull out the chair and sit opposite Luo Wenying.

"People are gone, what's the use of fighting?"

Luo Wenying's expression was slightly relaxed, "Originally, the battle between Cun Kun and mr would be a great loss to us. In fact, it's not a bad thing to get rid of Cun Kun. The internal struggle in mr may last for a long time, I don't know. Who will win the deer."

"Since Ming Chengyou founded mr, how to distribute it should have already been arranged."

Luo Wenying tapped the table with her fingers, "The struggle between wealthy families has always been more difficult than the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. I don't think things will be too simple."

After Fu Ran came back from Qingshan, she locked herself in the room, Li Yunling couldn't eat anything, and the child was left to the confinement wife to take care of.

Fu Ran sat in front of the computer and logged into Ming Chengyou's private space. When the background music played, she couldn't hold back her tears.

Her whole heart is still hanging, which means that she has felt the feeling of loss in advance. Others may be able to heal slowly after the pain, but she is different, and she has to endure this kind of anxiety every day.

Fu Ran was lying on the computer desk, Housekeeper Xiao came and yelled more than once, and finally Li Yunling said to let her go.

In the spacious and spacious room, Fu Ran didn't wake up until the early hours of the morning. It was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers. Fu Ran moved the mouse, and the computer screen lit up in front of his eyes.

I accidentally tapped it with my hand, and lines of small characters appeared on the screen like water waves.

Her eyes moved down accordingly, and tears welled up in her dry eyes again. It was the song "Unbelievable" that she wrote on A4 paper with a pen after she decided to be with Ming Chengyou.

At the end, there are two sentences: life is just a wandering, just to find the most suitable habitat.

Fu Ran didn't know when Ming Chengyou saw it, and how he remembered it and entered it into the computer.

Her life was really a wandering, wandering outside for 20 years, looking back at a loss, finally found a habitat, but even the person who protected her left.

Fu Ran stayed up all night, but the breath of Ming Chengyou's past life was still strong.

This man was too domineering and domineering when he was alive, always entering other people's lives with an irresistible strength.

Now, she raised her head and stretched out her hand, as if she could feel that he still existed.