Dyed

She didn't expect that Ming Chengyou, no matter how rascal and bastard he was, would not do things that force people.

She didn't even expect that there was something she was too afraid of losing, so she wanted to keep it by all means.

When Fu Ran came to the ground floor, Fan Xian was about to call her for lunch, "Come and sit down, you don't even want to eat breakfast, are you starving?"

"Mom, it's rare for me to sleep late, where's Dad?"

"Your dad has something to do at work today," Fan Xian continued to put food in Fu Ran's bowl, his eyes full of inquiry, "When did you come back last night?"

"Oh, the studio was temporarily busy until late." Fu Ran replied unnaturally.

"Xiaoran, since you have decided to break off the engagement with Chengyou, don't be confused. Do you understand what mother means?"

"I didn't," Fu Ran listened weakly to Fan Xian's rambling, "I know what I'm doing."

"Nothing is best."

After dinner, Fu Ran went to the studio, while Fan Xian went upstairs to change clothes and called You Yingrui.

The driver parked the car in the parking lot at the intersection of the Pedestrian Street, and You Yingrui held Fan Xian's arm, "Mom, what's the matter? I'm at work, and I finally took two hours off."

"It doesn't matter if your salary is not enough, I will ask someone to find you a better one another day."

"Really?"

"Let's go, I'll buy you two new clothes." Fan Xian took You Yingrui into the boutique women's clothing store in Chaonan, and she carefully helped You Yingrui choose clothes, while pretending to speak casually.

"Today, I just asked Xiaoran about the twitch, and said that I have completely broken up with Chengyou. Ruirui, I have always been most worried about you."

"Mom, I have nothing to worry you about." You Yingrui leaned beside her absent-mindedly.

Fan Xian stopped her hands and looked at her, "As the saying goes, women chase men's interlayer gauze, and Xiao Ran didn't get along with Cheng You at the beginning. Isn't that caused by the long-term love?"

"Since you like it, why do you want to leave now?"

Fan Xian was slightly startled, then smiled and stretched out her hand to tap her forehead, "If you say you're out of your mind, can't you tell that Cheng You likes Xiao Ran?"

You Yingrui's face tightened, "I can't tell!"

"Come on, how about trying this one?" Fan Xian compared with her, "Ruirui, relationships need timing. I'm not afraid that you may not love the right person, but I am afraid that you may not see the opportunity."

After Ming Chengyou drank his sorrows away for a month, it seemed that he had overcome this difficulty and was ready to regain his strength.

He invested in the establishment of a new company, pouring a lot of capital into it, feeling like he was desperate.

But the company is not a cutting-edge company after all, and has decades of strong strength to support the market.

It was very hard at first, and Li Yunling did not approve of Ming Chengyou's approach. If he lost all his capital, it would mean losing everything.

Ming Chengyou's idea is simple and straightforward. If he doesn't give it a go, he can only be a person sitting at home waiting to die, which is useless.

When he was in Cun Kun, he had a wide network of connections, so it shouldn't be difficult to figure out a way to make a living.

After noon, the weather was fine, and it was obvious that it was cold and warm.

In the clear sky, large clouds moved irregularly to the north.

You Yingrui and a few colleagues finished cooking in a restaurant outside the company, and passed the guard talking and laughing.

Looking up, she saw a tall and slender figure standing at the door of the revolving door not far away.

With a stunning face, suits and leather shoes, there is less of the old arrogance and arrogance, and more vicissitudes and calmness.

Ming Chengyou raised his chin lightly, as if he was looking up at the sky in ecstasy.

The assistant next to him was chattering endlessly while flipping through folders, full of righteous indignation.

However, that man was as calm as a dragon, standing there, more like an unshakable statue.

"You go back to the office first, I'll make a call." You Yingrui took out her mobile phone after finishing speaking.

Seeing colleagues entering the office building one after another, You Yingrui put the phone back in the bag.

She squeezed the corner of her skirt tightly, and approached her in disbelief. When she got close, she could hear the assistant's words clearly, "Third Young Master, several houses in a row are like this, we..."

Ming Chengyou waved his hand to signal him not to continue, "I'm mentally prepared."

You Yingrui stepped onto the long steps, her tone was as relaxed as possible, trying to show that it was just a chance meeting, "Hi, young master three."

Ming Chengyou looked at her from a high position, but he didn't say a word, his gaze made her hair stand on end.

It took a long time before he heard his indifferent voice, "Is there something wrong?"

You Yingrui was at a loss, she pointed to the hall behind Ming Chengyou, "I, I work here."

Ming Chengyou nodded as a response.

The assistant next to him came over to talk to him again, Ming Chengyou's face became more and more serious, "Let's go, find the next one."

After finishing speaking, he ignored You Yingrui, let alone bid farewell to her politely.

He rubbed her shoulders and walked over. For such a heavenly man, the faint scent of perfume on his body is always just right.

Not flamboyant enough and not low-key to the dust.

She stood there in a daze, and saw his back disappear into the car.

In the office, a large group of people gather together to gossip, and because it is lunch break, they can be unscrupulous.

"Hey! We came back from dinner and met Mr. Mingsan. The real person is much more handsome than the one on TV. With his skin and figure, I felt suffocated when I walked past him just now. Is there any reason?"

"Fantasy," one of them slammed the A4 paper on her head in a circle, "Ming Sanshao has lost power. In the past, would he condescend to come to a company like ours?"

"Tch, what does it matter if he loses power or not? In the past, would you be able to meet a real person? Besides, so what if he was ostracized, the money is still too much to eat..."

"Look at what you're doing."

You Yingrui was in a low mood, leaning back in the seat and unable to cheer up.

"But the manager is really good enough. Not only did Ming Sanshao come to the door in person, he didn't see him, and he even blocked the letter of intent for cooperation that came in. You didn't see how he was flattering before, tsk tsk..."

"Isn't it?" Another woman shook her head and sighed, "I saw Secretary Wang throw the letter of intent into the trash can with my own eyes."

"Isn't it—"

You Yingrui picked up the glass on the table and poured a few sips of water, if you listen to it again, you will really go crazy.

She got up and went to the water dispenser in the office area, and when she bent down to pick up the water, she saw what her colleagues were talking about.

While no one was paying attention, she quickly picked it up.

Flipping through it casually, even though some professional knowledge is not understood, you can see the delicacy and comprehensiveness of the letter of intent.

Next to Secretary Wang's assistant answered the phone and came out of the independent office, "Ruirui, have you seen Sister Wang?"

"No."

"President Li wants a document to be delivered right away, but she didn't bring her phone with her."

"I will definitely go out for dinner, she went late today," You Yingrui waved the back of the letter of intent to the assistant, "I just made it, take it in now, wait a little longer, I will close the door .”

You Yingrui walked into Secretary Wang's office and saw a stack of documents neatly placed next to the computer, maybe it was the one Mr. Li wanted.

She put the letter of intent inside, picked it up and walked to the general manager's office.

In about a quarter of an hour, Mr. Li rushed into the office area with a livid face and furious.

He raised the document in his hand, "Who did this? Secretary Wang, you can't hear what I'm saying, can you? You're deaf! I asked you to send this kind of thing in?!"

Secretary Wang, who just came back from dinner, was so frightened that his face paled and he hesitated, "I...not..."

"You still say no! Then where did this thing come from?" Mr. Li's beer belly rose and fell in anger, and his dark face turned into a liver color.

The civilian beauties looked at each other, You Yingrui stretched out the chair, and heard her own voice calm and calm, "Mr. Li, I was caught in it."

"You?" Mr. Li threw it away angrily, and the folder was knocked open due to the huge impact, and the black characters on the A4 paper were scattered everywhere, "You—"

"Mr. Li, how do you know there is no possibility of cooperation without even looking at it?"

The female colleague sitting next to her gently tugged at the corner of another person's clothes, "Look, Ruirui is crazy today."

"You dare to teach me a lesson? What's wrong with the world now? Who dares to provoke this master, but you are kind enough to help him. Are you his mother or his lover!"

"Mr. Li, our company has received a lot of benefits from Qian Kun before, right?"

"Ruirui," Secretary Wang pulled her over, "Stop talking!"

"Get lost, don't let me see you again!" Mr. Li blushed.

You Yingrui took off her badge and slammed it on the table, "Who cares about working here? He only cares about profit and doesn't care about humanity. One day he will end up bankrupt. Also, I will give me this month's salary plus three months of compensation. , or I will sue you at the labor bureau!"

"Let's go!"

She carried the box out of the company, and he wouldn't know what she had done for him.

But there is a kind of love that is as sweet as sugar, You Yingrui looked back, and then walked away quickly without nostalgia.

Fu Ran closed the door of the studio, and walked along the light green corridor to meet the afterglow projected from the window. Time passed quickly, and I am afraid that spring might really come tomorrow.

She put a camel coat on her arm, came to the ground floor and saw a black Porsche parked at the door.

Ming Zheng leaned against the car, saw her get down, and threw the cigarettes in the trash can beside him.

"I work for myself, and I still look for guilt?"