Dyed

Ming Chengyou forced himself up and patted his palms a few times.

Fu Ran was taken aback by the strange sense of alienation in his eyes, he burst out laughing, and the stiff profile fell into Fu Ran's eyes, showing infinite melancholy.

"Why do I just not give up?"

He said a word without thinking.

Fu Ran sighed, "I'll call Uncle Wang to take you back."

"Do you want to go back? Come, I'll see you off." Ming Chengyou stepped forward and clasped Fu Ran's wrist.

She shook off emotionally, "Crazy, I will go back by myself."

"Let me see you off!" Ming Chengyou grabbed Fu Ran's hand again, she screamed and backed away, remembering what happened last time, "Don't touch me."

Only two steps back, Ming Chengyou has strode up to her.

Fu Ran wanted to get back into the car, but the man blocked him and refused to give way.

She hesitated and frightened, raised her mobile phone to scare him, "If you do this again, I will call the police!"

"Report." Ming Chengyou's eyes were red, "Let's see if I'm afraid of you!"

As soon as the words settled down, the person rushed out.

Fu Ran ran back, but was held down by Ming Chengyou on the bridge pier.

Her abdomen pressed against the hard stone, and her back was sweating from the pain, "Let me go."

Ming Chengyou's face was buried behind Fu Ran's back, and he suddenly opened his mouth and bit her hard.

Fu Ran took a deep breath, and the two bodies were so close together that there was almost no gap.

Feeling powerless came from all four limbs, Fu Ran turned his face slightly to the side, "Even if I hit you, I shouldn't have stopped."

His breath lingered on Fu Ran's neck, and he suddenly reached out to snatch her mobile phone.

"Aren't you going to call the police? I'll see how you report!"

Fu Ran's lower body was crushed tightly, so she stretched out her arms so that Ming Chengyou would not snatch the phone.

He wrapped his outstretched hand around her chest and tightened it. Fu Ran hurriedly pressed the button, "Let go, or I will really call the police."

Ming Chengyou put his arms around Fu Ran's waist with both hands, buried his face in her neck, and the sudden coolness poured into the neckline.

The other end of the phone was connected, "Hi, hello, this is..."

Fu Ran pushed hard, and saw that he still did not let go, and his movements became more and more irregular.

"Hi, I want to call the police," she said with an excuse, "someone here is drunk and driving."

It is rare for pedestrians to pass by behind, and only when the young couple is romantic will they hug each other by the bridge to blow the cold wind in this winter.

It wasn't until the siren of the police car came from far to near that Fu Ran realized that she had played too much.

Ming Chengyou maintained the previous posture and breathed steadily, as if he was in a deep sleep.

A young policeman glanced over, as if there were only the two of them here, he looked suspicious, "Excuse me..."

Fu Ran poked Ming Chengyou behind him, "He, he was drunk and driving."

Seeing that the situation was wrong, another policeman asked, "Are you actually drunk and playing hooligans in the middle of the night?"

"No, no..." Fu Ran waved her hands, "I'm not playing hooligans."

"What's your relationship?" The police stepped forward and grabbed Ming Chengyou's shoulders, pulling him away from Fu Ran. The young man obviously didn't recognize him.

Fu Ran hastily explained, "We are friends."

"Girlfriends?"

"No, normal..."

"She's my wife." Ming Chengyou interrupted.

"I'm not!"

The traffic policeman squinted at Fu Ran, "Is it you who made the call to the police?"

Fu Ran nodded honestly, "Yes."

Another traffic policeman put the instrument used to test drunk driving to Ming Chengyou's mouth, "Hold it, and blow hard."

He pursed his lips tightly and did not cooperate, Fu Ran was a little confused, seeing that this posture seemed to be genuine.

But didn't Ming Chengyou say arrogantly that his family opened the police station?Even though he was down and out, he wouldn't be really investigated, right?

"Hold it in your mouth and blow it hard." The traffic policeman couldn't bear to repeat.

Ming Chengyou pointed to Fu Ran who was next to him reluctantly, and deliberately showed a big tongue when speaking, "This job...my wife does this job at night, you let her blow it."

Fu Ran was dumbfounded, and the two young traffic policemen looked at each other, their faces blushing suspiciously.

One of them took the instrument back, "You can smell the alcohol, it must be drunk driving, let's go, take it back and deal with it."

Seeing that something really happened, Fu Ran hurriedly stopped her, "I'm sorry, I was joking, I won't call the police."

"Your family runs the police station? There must be something wrong with him. When we go back later, we will call the road monitoring to see if he is really driving while drunk. Let's go."

The two pulled Ming Chengyou into the police car.

Fu Ran hurriedly followed, "Then what will you do?"

"Once it is true, the driver's license will be revoked, and you will be detained and fined."

detention?

Ming Chengyou was also a good boy, maybe he really drank too much and got into the car after him.

Without thinking, Fu Ran opened the car door and squeezed in, and followed to the traffic police brigade in a cocoon.

The two came out with their heads bowed, and the hour hand had already swept towards the early morning.

Fu Ran walked anxiously in front, and Ming Chengyou was completely sober after passing by just now, and followed slowly.

After rummaging all over the body, except for the mobile phone, he couldn't find a dime. Fu Ranchu was at the intersection. When Ming Chengyou approached, he asked angrily, "Do you have money?"

He rummaged through his pockets. He was penniless.

At such a late hour, she couldn't bear to call for someone to come pick her up.

"Don't tell me you can handle it? I just made a call to scare you, and you were almost thrown into the trap."

She continued to walk forward, but did not wait for the sound of following footsteps.

Fu Ran looked behind him suspiciously, only to see Ming Chengyou standing ten steps away, the lonely night made the man's shoulders tremble slightly.

His eyes fixed on Fu Ran, and a long shadow was drawn to her feet, "Fu Ran, I'm talking about the former Ming San Shao."

With just one word, she was discouraged.

"Let's go, our parking place is a few kilometers away from here." Fu Ran couldn't bear it in the end, and passed a small stall selling roasted sweet potatoes, Ming Chengyou stood still and refused to leave.

"Want one? I'll close the stall when it's sold out."

Fu Ran walked back to Ming Chengyou, "Are you rich?"

He shook his head.

Fu Ran took out his pocket again, "Me neither."

Seeing that the two of them had no money, the stall owner lost all interest.

Ming Chengyou still lingered, "Do you still remember the first gift you gave me?"

He called her a cheapskate, because when he was in power, she gave him half a baked sweet potato as a gift.

Fu Ran took Ming Chengyou's hand and walked forward, and he held it back tightly until there were red marks on her hand.

"Ming Chengyou," Fu Ran's voice trembled slightly, with indescribable sadness filling his heart, "Why do you sometimes act like a child?"

The man behind him didn't answer, and the two shadows, one in front and one behind, cuddled intimately together.

But the shadow is just a shadow after all, and cannot achieve the touch of reality.

After midnight, on the cold street, the sound of cars passing by was no longer heard, and the leather shoes made a staggered and orderly click on the cold ground, and two cars facing each other could be seen from a distance.

"I'll ask Uncle Wang to come and pick you up."

"It's no use."

"But your driver's license..."

Fu Ran walked to Ming Chengyou's car, and was surprised to see that his car door was unlocked. She opened the door and stepped in.

I saw that the inside was turned into a mess, not to mention the wallet, even the tissue box, and even the things that could be disassembled.

"Why don't you know about locks?"

Ming Chengyou spread his palms indifferently, "You called the police so urgently, I seem to see that you didn't lock it either."

"Really?" Fu Ran couldn't remember whether he pressed it or not.

She ran to her car in a hurry, didn't she? The car door was still ajar. There is no doubt that she was treated the same as Ming Chengyou.

She was so angry that she almost burst into foul language.