Dyed

The man's forehead was pressed against her, "I've taken the medicine after I came back, and it will be much better."

Fu Ran wrapped his arms around his waist, "If you have something to do again, what will Hanhan and I do?"

"Who called you?"

"Don't worry about it."

The man rubbed the back of her head with his palm, Yu Zun was not that boring, he immediately thought of Mo Shengxiao, so all women are full of sympathy.

Although the doctor said it was okay, Fu Ran still had lingering fears. She asked the man to rest for a while. The doctor was still in the study on the second floor. Fu Ran knocked on the door and went in. After Yu Zun said a few words, he left the space for her.

"Doctor, is he really all right?"

"It's best to avoid this kind of extreme exercise within one year after the operation, and you will need to take anti-rejection drugs in the future. Although you can behave like ordinary people after a heart transplant, my suggestion is to be careful."

Fu Ran supported the edge of the table with her palm, "I read the information before, I would like to ask, how long can a life like his last?"

The doctor looked distressed, Fu Ran frowned, and there was a dark scar on the tip of her eyebrows.

Before, I only hoped that he could survive, but now, I greedily hope that he can truly be like a normal person.

"It may be a few years, or it may be decades," the doctor told the truth. "Besides, I think heart transplantation is a miracle. Why don't you expect another miracle?"

When Fu Ran heard this, although her heart was still heavy, she couldn't help but feel relieved.

At that time, I always hoped that he could live every day. Now, since the future is unpredictable, why not face it with optimism?

Mo Shengxiao opened the door and came in, seeing Fu Ran standing in front of the desk, the doctor had already gone out.

She walked up to Fu Ran, "Shall we go eat something together?"

Fu Ran's eyes fell on Sheng Xiao's wrist unexpectedly, and she followed Fu Ran's gaze to her own hand, "Do you want to ask why my hand is like this?"

"It hurts?"

"Anyway, I survived now." Mo Shengxiao raised his arm, "When the doctor told me that my hand was almost useless, I felt that the whole world collapsed, because my piano dream and life were almost destroyed."

"Who is it?" Fu Ran couldn't help being moved, "Who made you like this?"

Sheng Xiao smiled and pulled back his sleeves, and said half-jokingly, half-seriously, "Have you ever heard a saying? Those who love me hurt me the most."

She took Fu Ran's hand and walked out. Fu Ran's fingertips rubbed the wound on her wrist, and she felt a little palpitation.

On the third floor, the man was resting on the bed with his back to her. Fu Ran sat on the edge of the bed. She leaned over and combed his short black hair with the palm of her hand. The man patted her, "Don't worry?"

She lay down next to the man with her clothes on, "You never asked my baby's name, how did you know it's Hanhan?"

The man smiled and put his arms around her waist, "Didn't you peek at my computer before naming the place for the child?"

"Bah, you voluntarily showed it to me."

The man raised his elbows and looked at Fu Ran from above, "Where did you learn it?"

"What?" She looked confused.

"That bah."

"Who wouldn't say that, why are you pretending to be serious." Fu Ran raised her lips.

"Say it again? I have to treat you well." He pressed down to kiss her, Fu Ran hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand, "You should be quiet, the doctor told you to rest."

"It's okay to kiss on the mouth."

Fu Ran turned sideways and put her shoulder against the man's chin, "I haven't seen you restrain yourself after such a serious illness."

"It's because it's been a long time that I want to have a mouthful."

If you want to pay lip service to him, there is no way.

At the right time, Fu Ran held the man's hand that opened her zipper and wanted to go deeper, "Not now."

"I will not do it."

"That doesn't work either." Fu Ran fastened the zipper, "I have to go back quickly, I've been under a lot of scrutiny lately."

The man took her to sit on his lap while she was putting on her shoes, "The family didn't make things difficult for you, did they?"

"Don't worry, I can handle it." Fu Ran bent down to reach for the shoes, the clothes on the back were arched, and the smooth and delicate waistline could be seen, the man's throat rolled down gently, she just bought these shoes, and it was a bit difficult to wear .

The man walked up to her with one hand and unbuttoned his trousers, while the other hand slid down the waistline.

The palms were a little cold, Fu Ran screamed instinctively, the man suddenly leaned back, and hit the man's strong nose with the back of his head.

He snorted, Fu Ran was taken backward by him, and the man pressed her under his body with his backhand, his hand was still where it was.

Mr. mr's recent energy is all on new projects, which is the first step for Fu Ran to gain a firm foothold.

During the critical period when the department was busy promoting, a shocking revelation swept across.

Someone claimed that Ming Chengyou didn't go abroad, and the Ming family kept the news to themselves because Ming Chengyou was already dead!

At first, it was just a guess. Fu Ran knew whether she would admit it or not. She tried to avoid the media as much as possible, even if she accidentally met her, she kept her mouth shut.

However, the matter was not hidden because of this, on the contrary, the more you cover it, the more rapid the waves will be, until one day, the headlines, all major news and newspapers are all headlines like this: Ming Chengyou died young, and his soul haunts the Qingshan Tomb garden.

Attached is an enlarged photo, and Ming Chengyou's name is clearly visible on the tombstone.

This secret, which had been hidden for nearly half a year, was revealed with overwhelming momentum.

Li Yunling couldn't help being sad. Fu Ran meant that she refused to admit it. After all, as long as no one came forward to say something accurate about this kind of thing, the rumor would always be just speculation.

After Li Zeqin found out what had happened, he rushed to Ming's house.

"Sister, you might as well admit it. Fu Ran is hiding it. Aren't you afraid that it will affect her foothold in mr now? What do you insist on, the company is in her hands, maybe you won't have a lot of land in the future! "

"Besides, what happened to Chengyou, even the tombstone was photographed. She said don't worry about the media, but with the identity of the Ming family, can you escape?"

Li Yunling took the towel handed over by Housekeeper Xiao, wiped the corners of her eyes and handed it back again, "I also know that at first I said I should hide it for Mrs' sake, but it's been so long now, and I'm also worried about Fu Ran What the hell are you thinking?"

"Sister, there is no one of my own in mr, can you rest assured?"

"What else?" Li Yunling frowned, "Do you have any better ideas?"

"I want Chenzi to join the board of directors."

Li Yunling's eyes narrowed slightly, "You should understand in your heart that Zi Chen doesn't have the qualifications yet."

"I've been thinking of an idea recently. As long as I can afford the price, am I afraid that I won't be able to get a small amount of equity?"

Li Yunling didn't speak. After Ming Chengyou died of illness, mr undoubtedly became a piece of fat, and everyone wanted to share it.

Those who are close are naturally easier to attack. The only thing she insists on is to guard Mr. Ming for Ming Chengyou, because that can only be reserved for Hanhan.

For a while, the pressure of public opinion was almost crushed, and the paparazzi could really be described as all-pervasive.

After that, many reporters rushed to Qingshan to find out, although they were all turned away by the guards of the cemetery.

However, the death of Ming Chengyou has become a fact in the eyes of outsiders.