Dyed

Fu Ran was stuck in place like a stiff stone statue.

The right foot that stepped forward lightly fell back.

Her ears were deaf for a moment, and someone's hand accidentally touched the microphone, and the hissing sound pulled her back to God in an instant.

Fu Ran clenched her hands and turned around slowly.

A man in a silver-gray handmade suit strode towards the crowd.

Short shaved black hair, facial features carefully outlined with a single stroke, cool and thin lips with a mocking smile that seems to be absent.

Personal power can really make these people who wished to kill him in language two years ago come back with a shy face.

His eyes were full of youthful and frivolous flamboyance and unruliness.

The domineering that belonged to Ming Sanshao has also turned into an attitude of being able to do a job with ease and know how to adapt to the world.

In Fu Ran's eyes, the figure of the man approached step by step the throne that belonged to the CEO. A secretary behind him opened the chair for him. He bent his fingers and tapped three times on the edge of the table. Then, dressed in glory, Wan Qian took the seat proudly.

"Are you Mr. CEO Ivan?"

"It's true." The man smiled enigmatically, and there was a mysterious mystery hidden between his brows, which made people want to explore, but they had to be submerged in the boundless darkness.

The reporters sat in the front row one by one, only Fu Ran stood there dumbfounded.

Ming Chengyou didn't need to raise his head, he could spot this other guy from the corner of his eye.

His gaze was only fixed on Fu Ran for no more than three seconds.

No joy, no surprise, nothing.

Fu Ran opened his mouth, but when he turned his eyes away, he couldn't utter a word.

"Third Young Master, when did you return to China?"

"Third Young Master, may I ask why you thought of spending money on Shisong?"

"Third Young Master, why did you leave Ying'an City?"

Questions followed one after another, which Fu Ran wanted to know.

The man sitting next to Ming Chengyou picked up the microphone, "Please ask questions one by one."

"I invested in Shisong because I liked this land. I left Ying'an City and went to Wall Street alone. I naturally wanted to make a name for myself. The time of less than two years is not long or short. I choose to come back , because my roots are here."

"Third Young Master, it is well known that the one who is evenly matched with mr is Cun Kun. In the face of the property left by your father, will you be merciful or put profit first?"

This is a difficult topic to answer.

Ming Chengyou hardly thought about it, and his tone was as flat as water, "The business scopes involved by mr and Qiankun are not exactly the same. If this is the case, how can there be competition?"

"Of course, I don't rule out that there may be conflicts of interest between some departments. My father left Cun Kun to my elder brother because he wanted me to go out and practice. As for Cun Kun and mr, isn't there an old saying? Sweep the snow in front of the door, don't care about the frost on the tiles of his house."

This remark was also unexpected by Fu Ran.

He spoke succinctly, even if you hold a magnifying glass, you won't be able to find any flaws.

This has deviated from Ming Chengyou's previous personality. If it was Ming Sanshao in the past, he might say, "This is my own business, can you control it?"

Although offending people, the truth revealed in the words is not as unpredictable as it is now.

Cut Kun President's Office.

The Internet TV is broadcasting the press conference of mr company live.

Luo Wenying pushed the door and went in, and saw Mingzheng leaning on the leather chair, lazily pressing back, with a cigar between his fingers, seeing Luo Wenying, he took out a pure wooden match with the length of his index finger and slowly twirled it Cigars, light evenly and take a deep sip.

Luo Wenying put the documents on his desk, and caught a glimpse of the Internet TV.

Her gaze was fixed on the focal point, her expression was first startled, then surprised, "Chengyou?"

Mingzheng slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and heard the talk about how to compete, "Do you understand the reason why the loan has been stuck repeatedly these days?"

"You said it was related to Chengyou?"

"He came prepared."

Luo Wenying nodded in agreement. "But Cun Kun is not a vegetarian, and you may not suffer a loss if you go head-to-head. What's more, in Ying'an City, you are fighting for your connections and experience."

"Eve, you will go all out to stand by my side, right?"

"You are my boss, what do you think?" She had no intention of participating in the matter of the two brothers of the Ming family, but she absolutely couldn't ignore it if it threatened the interests of Qian Kun.

"If I want to help others, who will pay me?"

Ming Zheng laughed out loud, the choking smell of the cigar almost overwhelmed him, "You are indeed a good employee."

It was cloudy and cold outside and it was raining lightly. The cool wind blew on the face like a sharpened sharp knife cutting the skin, but the press conference was in full swing.

After talking about the official business, the gossip reporter naturally turned the topic to Ming Chengyou's private affairs.

"Third Young Master, do you plan to get married after two years away? Or are you already married?"

Ming Chengyou smiled faintly, and he spread his palms, "Do I look like I'm married?"

Successfully throw the topic back.

The reporter displayed the spirit of persevering to break the casserole and ask the end, "What do you mean, I can understand that you are married?"

"No." After playing hard to get, he gave no room for fantasy, "In the past two years, I have devoted myself to my business. Once a man fails in his career, who will give his heart to me?"

This is a sensitive topic.

Immediately someone found the clue, "San Shao said, but when you were in trouble, the Fu family dissolved the engagement?"

Fu Ran's eyes were cold when he saw Ming Chengyou, and there was almost no warning.

He stared straight at her in the middle of the auditorium, his desolate eyes made her shudder.

But, it was only for a moment.

He returned to normal, "No, I don't comment on the Fu family's decision, and I can understand their anxiety at that time, so... this matter should have ended here two years ago."

"Third Young Master, if the Fu family is willing to reach out to you again now, can you still accept it?"

Ming Chengyou outlines the corners of his mouth secretly, his lips are very thin, and the movement of pursing can make one side slightly upturned, adding a bit of evil and charm.

Fu Ran planned to leave again, but if she stayed, she would only hear more and more talk.

"Do you think lvan is the recycle bin? The recycle bin also has the function of permanently deleting."

It was the man on the left who stood in his way.

Fu Ran's back was stiff, embarrassment and humiliation flooded her heart with the roar of laughter.

Through the microphone, she could clearly hear Ming Chengyou's laughter, mocking, ridiculing, vicious...

One of the reporters turned her head to look around. She seemed to have caught a glimpse of Fu Ran just now.

She quietly pulled the corner of the camera next to her, "Look at that corner, follow me."

When Fu Ran was about to step out of the door, the female reporter stopped her in time.

"Fu Xiaojia, may I ask why you appeared at mr's press conference? I've heard about it for a long time. Do you want to get back together after the third young master returns from nirvana?"

The person in charge of the planning department saw that the time was almost up, and with Fu Ran supporting him, there was no reason not to do it, "My friends from the press, today is the end of mr's press conference, thank you all."

After the words were settled, the crowd in the audience dispersed.

Carrying the camera and holding the microphone, he rushed towards Fu Ran.

She will not leave now, for fear that she will be drowned in saliva.

The camera saw her intention and walked over to block the door.

The female reporter handed over the microphone reluctantly, "Miss Fu, please say something. Just now, Third Young Master said that he is still unmarried. Do you think you have great hope?"