Dyed

Fu Ran stood at the door of the hospital, feeling powerless in all her limbs, making it difficult for her to move an inch.

All kinds of people pass by, and people are used to seeing life and death in the hospital.

Even if her face was as pale as a piece of paper, no one would take a second look.

Ming Chengyou signaled her to get in the car, while Fu Ran stared at the opened car door, the heat inside swept the chill that gathered around her.

She tightly held the satchel in her hand, and everyone was saying that this was the best solution. Is she the only one walking a dead end?

"I want to walk by myself." Fu Ran slammed the car door and walked towards the hospital entrance.

The periphery of the hospital is always easy to cause traffic jams. Fu Ran was standing under the traffic lights, and she turned her head to see Ming Chengyou's car following not far away.

She passed the intersection with the flow of people and sent him a text message, "Let me be quiet, I'm fine."

About three or two minutes later, Ming Chengyou's car drove away from under her nose.

Fu Ran stopped a taxi, and she just asked the driver to drive forward without any purpose.

Passing by a not so lively living square, she got out of the car and ordered a cup of milk tea to sit in a remote corner.

She rested her chin and looked into the distance. At that time, the sun was just right, so that when someone approached, a shadow immediately hit her face.

Fu Ran was a little displeased at being interrupted suddenly, she raised her head, only to see that Ming Zheng had already made his own way and sat opposite her.

"not in a good mood?"

Fu Ran simply omitted the title, "Why are you here?"

Ming Zheng didn't answer her directly, "I only know about your uncle's family, don't be sad, there is always a solution."

The Li family wished they could surround the hospital with guns and ammunition, and Li Yunling was always on guard against Ming Zheng, how could he easily know?

"Are you also here to persuade me?" Fu Ran picked up a small spoon and stirred the pudding submerged in the milk tea, speaking lazily, obviously not wanting to say more.

The waiter brought Mingzheng's Blue Mountain coffee, and he deliberately got close to her.

His long arms were resting on the edge of the table, and his body was hidden in the brown rattan chair, "I know what the problem is, is the medical bills off? If you were the Xiaoran I knew, you would definitely not give up halfway and let your dear one Suffer in vain, am I right?"

Fu Ran smiled inaudibly, and the arc outlined a bit of self-deprecating, "Don't raise me up, even you have to bow your head in front of reality, let alone me?"

Ming Zheng fiddled with the engagement ring on his left hand, but he didn't respond to the message in Fu Ran's words.

Fu Ran took a sip of milk tea from her cup, even if she was so weak that she wanted to find someone to cry with, she would not find Ming Zheng.

She pushed the chair away, but Mingzheng called her before she got up, "Xiaoran."

She was stunned.

Ming Zheng pushed the check in his hand towards her, "There are 200 million in it, you take it first."

Fu Ran sat back in her seat, took the check and put it in her eyes, "What do you mean?"

"Don't get me wrong, I've met Youyou before, but I just don't want to see her suffer."

Fu Ran was holding the huge check in his hand. Since Mingzheng knew that Youyou had an accident, he must also know that it is now in a stalemate.

His shot will undoubtedly turn the whole thing upside down.

She raised the corner of the check, heard the sound of the paper being brushed, and handed the check back to Ming Zheng, "This is too much money, I have no reason to convince myself to accept it."

There was no surprise in Ming Zheng's eyes, "Why do you..."

"Differences do not conspire." Fu Ran took out the money and put it on the table, "I'll buy your coffee, as a thank you for sending me a check."

"Xiaoran, I thought you would at least trust me and accept my help."

She didn't speak, but chose to stride away.

Mingzheng looked away from the check, and lightly looked at Fu Ran's back that was drifting away.

He pursed his lips tightly, and it was difficult for others to read clearly what was hidden in this man's eyes, which made his eyes so dark and bottomless.

Ming Chengyou thought that Fu Ran would give up after the You family insisted.

Even if she has resentment for a while, time can always dilute her indignation.

When Ming Chengyou returned home, he deliberately went to the flower shop to ask for a bouquet of beautifully packaged perfumed roses.

He took the flowers and walked into the bedroom, and saw Fu Ran surfing the Internet.

He thought she was checking the information about the plastic surgery hospital again, and when he got closer, he saw that Ming Chengyou's handsome face was shaded by the sun, and the hands holding the bouquet were uncontrollably clenched. He walked over and slammed the computer together Down.

Fu Ran's hand was stuck inside, she pushed Ming Chengyou away and turned the computer back on.

"You still don't give up, do you?" Ming Chengyou threw out the bouquet in his hand, knocking down the hollow carved vase and the glass filled with water that were placed on the coffee table.

Fu Ran uploaded Youyou's photo and saved it in the folder.

Ming Chengyou bent down and tapped on the keyboard, permanently deleting her files in a few strokes.

Fu Ran was neither angry nor annoyed, she just watched him withdraw his hand.

"If you dare to make such an idea again, Fu Ran, I will not be polite to you."

"It's useless for you to delete it, my backup is more than that."

Ming Chengyou's eyes were aggressive, and the anger in his eyes was almost unbearable.

"What good will this do for you? Once you put it on the Internet, have you thought about the harm it will cause to Youyou? She will be pointed at wherever she goes..."

Fu Ran picked up the computer and stood in front of Ming Chengyou. She was wearing house slippers, standing in front of him and only touching his ears, "Ming Chengyou, have you ever felt uncomfortable?"

He brushed shoulders past Fu Ran and walked to the balcony. Fu Ran tidied up the computer. She saw Ming Chengyou lit a cigarette and leaned out of the balcony with his upper body.

Splashes of rose petals were scattered everywhere.

Fu Ran bent down to pick up the petals, her fingers were fragrant, and only the thorny branches were left after budding.

She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the man smoking a cigarette with a gloomy expression, Fu Ran's face was pressed against the glass, and the cool cold pierced into the heart through the skin.

Perhaps, uncle and aunt are right to worry.

Maybe, yes, her persistence will bring even more harm to Youyou. Now, I can only hope that everything can minimize the harm.

The lawyer Ming Chengyou found made an appointment to go to the hospital to negotiate in two days, and the uncle and aunt also agreed to resolve it privately.

Things are just waiting to be finalized.

Ming Chengyou stood in front of the window on the top floor of the company, behind him was a huge mahogany desk, the sky was gloomy, and the backlog of clouds seemed to be densely covered above his head.

He glanced at the phone next to him, raised his watch to check the time, and thought it was almost there.

After settling this matter, he asked his secretary to book two tickets to France.

Fu Ran is still angry now, and finally he is able to coax him without distraction.

The mobile phone rang suddenly, echoing in the neat and spacious office, which seemed empty and lonely.

Ming Chengyou listened to half of the song before he connected slowly. "Hello?"

"Third Young Master!" The lawyer's hasty voice was overwhelming, "It's not good, something serious has happened! This meeting is really troublesome!"

Ming Chengyou quickly opened the webpage, and saw photos of Youyou posted on Weibo.

The reposting and click-through rates have remained high, and the blood-red headlines focus on the words 'disfigurement' and 'rich second generation'.