Dyed

"It's very simple, that's what Dad meant." Ming Zheng's voice suddenly rose behind him.

Ming Chengyou turned his head and saw Ming Zheng standing not far away with Zhao Lan on his arm.

Zhao Lan still looked sad, Ming Zheng's eyes were clear, and he glanced at the tombstone coldly.

"Before he died, he couldn't be with my mother often. After his death, it's normal for him to leave her ashes."

"Brother!" Ming Rong let go of Li Yunling's hand, he rushed forward and asked, "How can you do this without authorization? This must be approved by the family members!"

Ming Zheng sneered, "I am the eldest son of Ming, and I have the right to make decisions."

Li Yunling clenched her blood-stained fingers tightly, watching the bloodstains on the tombstone slashed hideously.

The black surface of the stele reflects her red eye sockets due to her extreme forbearance.

Ming Rong is young and vigorous, grabbing Ming Zheng's collar and punching him.

"Ming Rong!" Li Yunling turned her back to stop him, "Don't make trouble in front of your father, it will make him go uneasy."

"But, Mom—"

Ming Chengyou stood in front of the stele, and Li Yunling quietly finished offering incense to Ming Yunfeng.

The pain in her fingers reminded her of losing control just now, and she got up and turned around after everything was over.

Zhao Lan covered the corners of her mouth and was crying, Li Yunling suppressed the warmth in her eyes, "I really haven't seen it before, who can't wait to fight for the status of a dead person."

Ming Zheng patted Zhao Lan on the shoulder, signaling her to go to the grave.

Li Yunling looked at the woman who was silently moving forward, Zhao Lan was used to the identity of a shadow, if it wasn't for Ming Zheng's insistence, she might not even dare to think of being buried with Ming Yunfeng.

Li Yunling took a breath of cool air, and walked towards the gate, "If you want to be happy, you have to make sure you die before me."

Ming Rong resented the injustice, and Ming Chengyou's hand hanging by his side was also tightly clenched into a fist.

Li Yunling walked out of Ming Zheng's line of sight, she walked more and more hurriedly, and finally couldn't help but reach out to wipe away her tears.

"Mom." Ming Rong wanted to step forward.

Ming Chengyou grabbed him, "Second Brother, let Mom go first."

Only then did Ming Rong understand, and deliberately slowed down.

It's not that Li Yunling doesn't care, but that she can't make trouble now.

She sat in the back seat of the car and looked out from afar. One day, she will return this pain ten times and a hundred times to the mother and child!

Ming Chengyou's company has just started, and it was not difficult to rely on his ability and relationship to support it, but everyone knows that Ming Chengyou has a thorn in his head, and it is difficult to get ahead.

Fu Ran made an appointment to go to a company to send the sorted materials to the planning department, and the secretary asked her to find a place to sit for a meeting.

People in the planning department are all in a meeting, but it should be over in about ten minutes.

She found the place where the event was going to be held for a visit, and Fu Ran stayed for a while, thinking that the planning department should be almost open, so she hurried back.

Passing by the company's conference room, the people inside just happened to pull up the curtains.

Fu Ran saw Secretary Ni who had dinner with Ming Chengyou that day standing in front of the window. Seeing her, Secretary Ni was obviously also shocked.

She turned sideways, Fu Ran missed her sight, and Ming Chengyou who was sitting at the window happened to meet.

He sat upright, showing impatience between his brows, and Secretary Ni took the seat on Ming Chengyou's left.

His delicate eyebrows were almost fixed on his face, and they looked at each other from a distance through a huge glass window.

Ming Chengyou remembered Fu Ran's words, and was a relative stranger.

Secretary Ni raised her head, her eyes were filled with injustice.

"Why are you here? I've been looking for you for a long time." The previous secretary walked over, "Director Wang of the planning department is waiting for you."

"Okay." Fu Ran withdrew.

The door of the meeting room was quickly opened, and Secretary Ni looked eagerly, "Excuse me, is Mr. Zhu busy yet?"

"Not yet, just wait." The secretary's tone was clearly perfunctory.

Secretary Ni's eyes dimmed for a moment, and he had no choice but to close the door again.

"Go this way," the secretary led the way, and muttered after walking a long way, "How could Mr. Zhu dare to offend Qiankun? He is really full and waiting here for nothing."

Fu Ran turned back to look at the meeting room, the sun was shining in a deserted place, which was chilling.

After arranging the work, Fu Ran drove away, passed by the company's guard, turned around and saw a car slowly entering.

She blinked, but didn't see the license plate clearly, only felt a little familiar.

Mingcheng Youbai waited for a long time, knowing that this was the result but had to stay here and be looked down upon by others.

Secretary Ni walked out of the meeting room, and the secretary just walked over quickly, "Where are you going?"

"Since President Zhu doesn't want to see you, let's go back to the head office."

"Wait for 5 minutes, President Zhu will be here soon."

Secretary Ni rushed into the conference room, "Mr. Zhu is finally here."

Ming Chengyou's eyes were calm, and the looming boredom revealed another layer of haze over the brightness that Secretary Ni had hoped for so hard.

That's right, she followed Ming Chengyou in the past, and when she went away, she was waiting to be praised by others, and when she needed to see others, she had to wait for a long time?

The door of the meeting room was opened, but the person who walked in was not the person they wanted to meet.

Ming Zheng stood with the backlight, and told the people who came with him to wait outside, then he walked in and took the first seat.

Ming Chengyou asked his assistant and Secretary Ni to go out as well.

Ming Zheng raised his head and looked around, his words were full of sarcasm, "I didn't expect you to condescend to come to such a small company."

"In the early days of Cunkun, this kind of small company business was also needed."

Mingzheng clasped his hands to press the edge of the table, "If I were you, I would never choose to put everything in one basket. He left you a lot of money, which is enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life. Why bother? In my hands, Qian Kun will only It’s better than before, and the annual dividends are enough for your mother and children to eat and drink.”

Ming Chengyou looked at his half-brother in front of him, "From the moment you stepped into Ming's house, you have been thinking about the day when Qiankun will change hands, right?"

Mingzheng spread his hands and smiled calmly, "Why do you, like your mother, believe that Qiankun is yours sooner or later?"

He glanced at Ming Chengyou with cold eyes, "Just because I'm an illegitimate child? I'm related to him by blood, at least that's undeniable."

The small meeting room was filled with a choking smell of gunpowder.

Secretary Ni stood outside waiting anxiously.

"Of course, I can only say that we miscalculated, but do you think that by engraving your mother's name on the tombstone first, the status can be reversed?"

"It's not you who can give her a title, so what if they can really be buried together? Who doesn't know that the mistress of the Ming family is my mother, and your biological mother is just a third party!" Ming Chengyou waved Secretary Ni away with his right hand and gave it to him. After preparing the information, the two of them were at war with each other, tearing apart the camouflage, no one bothered to pretend to be close again.

"You are not allowed to say that again!"

Everyone has weaknesses.

Ming Chengyou tapped lightly on the table with his fingers, which in no way aggravated Ming Zheng's irritability.

"Let me advise you, since you have got the Cunkun, guard it carefully. It belongs to me, and I will take it back exactly."

After Ming Chengyou's words settled down, he slammed his knuckles on the table abruptly.

Mingzheng pushed away the chair, stood in front of the window and looked out, "Do you know how much I paid for today?"

There was a moment of confusion in his eyes, "If it wasn't for Qiankun, why did Xiaoran and I wait until today?"

Ming Chengyou raised the corners of his eyebrows, his eyes were full of sharpness.