Dyed

Naturally, Li Yunling would not let Fu Ran take charge of mr.

Although Ming Rong is an adopted son, he is better than Fu Ran, an outsider, but Ming Zheng refuses to recognize her. She tried to talk to him several times, but was turned away.

Without Ming Chengyou's protection, Fu Ran couldn't move a single step, but she knew that now was a critical period, and if she couldn't make it through, she had to stand up.

mr top floor office.

Gao Guizi's shirt was rolled up to the cuffs, and Fu Ran raised his eyelids slightly when he heard the door opening.

Han Juan sat across from Fu Ran with the information in his hand, "There are some problems within Mr. Mr. Some directors have changed recently. According to the information I got, it has something to do with Madam."

"my mother?"

"Ma'am, it seems that she does not agree with you to take over Mr."

With a headache, Fu Ran rubbed the corners of her eyebrows with her fingers, "Is the trouble serious?"

"When it gets serious, I'm afraid it will be too late to regret."

Han Jun handed the information to Fu Ran.

She opened it and glanced, "I will find a way to solve this matter, you should keep it from the people below first."

"it is good."

Fu Ran's mood was inevitably affected. She pushed away the chair, took the satchel and walked out of the office.

Secretary Ni approached him with a stack of documents in his hands, "President, are you going out?"

"Well, put things on my table."

Secretary Ni opened the office door and went in. She looked around, feeling a little melancholy.

The Ming family said to the outside world that Ming Chengyou went abroad, and the company was temporarily taken over by Fu Ran.

After what happened to You Yingrui, Secretary Ni was also shocked, but there were some things she, an outsider, couldn't understand. She had followed Ming Chengyou for many years, so naturally she had to respect Ming Chengyou's meaning.

Fu Ran drove away from mr, and winter left quietly. She opened the car window, and the warm wind blows in. The greenery beside the curb is no longer bleak and yellow, and the eyes are full of greenery and vitality.

Fu Ran came to the cemetery.

The Fu family did not have a private cemetery like the Ming family. Fan Xian was buried in an ordinary cemetery. The seat he chose was quite good. It was high on the top of the hill and could enjoy the sea breeze nearby.

Fu Ran walked in with a bouquet of carnations. There was a bouquet of chrysanthemums in front of Fan Xian's tomb. Fu Ran put it next to it. Fan Xian on the tombstone was very young. Fu Ran squatted down and took out a tissue to wipe it.

"Mom, you've always been like this, you haven't changed," she patted her face lightly, "I, on the other hand, seem to be getting older."

She spread it with paper towels and sat beside the tombstone, with Fu Ran covering her forehead with her palm.

Looking up, you can see the lush green foothills, "Isn't it quiet here? Dad must have visited you just now. Dad always brings this kind of chrysanthemum every time he comes. I don't know how to change it."

After Fu Ran finished speaking, the corners of her lips couldn't help but rippling, "But, Mom, you must like it, right?"

She leaned her head against the tombstone, and said with some unspeakable grievances, "Mom, I've been so tired recently, and things at work are not going my way, and I can't tell others. The fu is done well, simple and happiest.”

Fu Ran raised her chin lightly, and narrowed her eyes slightly, "But I want to protect Mr. Chengyou for Chengyou, so I can't start all over again, right? I can't tell my mother a lot of things, she always gives me problems now."

Fu Ran covered her face with her hands, "I'm so tired."

Fan Xian could no longer comfort Fu Ran like before, but she felt much better when she vomited out the pain in her heart.

Before Fu Ran walked out of the cemetery, he received a call from Li Yunling.

Putting the phone to his ear, the other party has already blamed him overwhelmingly.

"Fu Ran, how did you become a mother? Hanhan vomited and had a fever today. I slept with you last night and fell ill this morning. Are you still in the company? Is the money or the son important?"

"Mom, did you take Hanhan to see a doctor?"

"The family doctor is watching, come back quickly!" After Li Yunling finished speaking, she snapped off the microphone.

Fu Ran quickly took out the car keys, and the white BMW quickly drove across the boulevard towards home.

There was chaos in the Ming family. When Fu Ran rushed home, Butler Xiao said that Han Han had been sent to the hospital, and she immediately turned around and went to the Children's Hospital.

When Fu Ran rushed to the ward, Han Han was crying and fussing, with a drip needle inserted into his head, and after sticking it with white tape, the child always wanted to tear it off. Fu Ran held him in his arms distressedly, "Han Han, good boy!" , Mom is here."

Li Yunling's face was ashen, "Now that you're about to hang up, you know how distressed you are. Hanhan hasn't even seen his biological father since he was born, and you can't take good care of him. Are you all planning to let him go?"

When Fu Ran heard this, her uncomfortable eye circles were slightly red, and she kissed Hanhan's face flushed from crying.

Li Yunling glanced dissatisfied, "Is the company's affairs so important? Xiaoran, what are you arguing about? I said that the Ming family will not treat you badly in the future."

According to Li Yunling's intention, Fu Ran shouldn't be in charge of Mr.

Fu Ran didn't answer, the child grabbed her face with her small hands, sweating all over her head, she hugged her for a long time before she calmed down.

After the child fell asleep, Fu Ran walked out of the room.

She found the director's office of the Children's Hospital, and the doctor raised his head after hearing this and said seriously, "Are you Ming Qinghan's mother?"

"Yes, doctor, may I ask if my son is freezing? His body temperature hasn't dropped yet."

"I also explained to the family members just now that your child has eaten something bad. What is it? Just now some vomitus is being tested. The child is still young. It is best not to add other food except milk powder, and from his reaction Looking at it, it is most likely something like a drug."

Fu Ran's face was pale, and he still had lingering fears after he came out of the doctor's office.

Walking to the front of the ward, she heard Li Yunling loudly reprimanding the confinement wife for not taking good care of her, so she stretched out her hand feebly and pushed the door open.

The confinement lady's face was full of grievances. She had undergone professional training and was selected by the Ming family after layers of screening. In terms of childcare, she dared to say that she was worthy of the title of gold confinement confinement lady.

Fu Ran was in front of the hospital bed, and Hanhan's complexion returned to fair after sleeping soundly. He cried too much just now, and now he would choke from time to time.

Li Yunling signaled the confinement sister-in-law to go out with her eyes.

She sat across from Fu Ran, "Xiao Ran, Han Han is still young, according to my opinion, you should stay at home."

Fu Ran took Hanhan's little hand, thinking of what the doctor said just now, she couldn't help clenching her fingers, "Mom, Hanhan didn't eat at home, did he?"

"What can such a small child eat? Milk powder is also the best."

Fu Ran lay on the edge of the bed, pressing her fingers on Hanhan's small face.

"Did you listen to what I said?" Seeing that Fu Ran didn't answer, Li Yunling raised her voice.

"Mom," Fu Ran put both hands on the edge of the bed, "Mr is a critical period now, what will you have to do to trust me?"

"Xiaoran, you are determined, right?"

"I hope you can support me and let me take mr through this difficult time."

Li Yunling turned cold, glanced at her grandson on the bed, got up and walked outside.

Fu Ran guarded Hanhan after finishing his IV drip, and when he took him out of the hospital, Li Yunling was not seen. Yuesao was holding the child and sitting in the back seat of the car.

"Young lady, I'm sorry."

"If you did nothing wrong, you don't need to apologize," Fu Ran started the engine, "Has the child followed you?"

"No, most of the time my wife will hug. Recently, there are often guests at home, and there are quite a few people who hug."

Fu Ran looked at the confinement wife through the inner rearview mirror, "Apart from milk powder, are you adding supplementary food?"

"No."

Fu Ran nodded and took Hanhan back home.

In the evening, she took the child with her as usual, and Fu Ran packed Ming Chengyou's computer and some things that she brought from Yiyun Capital overnight.

Hanhan was hugged by her on the big bed, and cried a lot during the day, so he fell into a very deep sleep.

Fu Ran tucked the quilt up for him. She took a closer look and said that her son looked like his mother, but no matter how she looked at it, she felt that he was carved out of the same mold as Ming Chengyou.

Finding a mobile phone from the drawer, Fu Ran lay down next to Hanhan, took a photo and chose to send it.

She deleted the chat history and put the phone back in place.