Dyed

Fan Xian was wearing a dark green cheongsam with pearl chains wrapped around her chest twice.

After the dinner, the clothes have not been changed, "In the past two years, Li Yunling did not participate in any banquets, big or small. Today is the first time I see her, and her behavior is more luxurious and dignified than two years ago, but her mouth is still unforgiving. Our Fu family It is destined to be owed to them, and I don’t know how to write in future newspapers.”

"Mom, the things published in the newspaper are always inaccurate. If you want to worry about it, it's your own body that gets angry."

"You!" Fan Xian sighed secretly, "I don't know who your temperament is like."

"Of course it's like you or Dad."

"It's strange, your temper is unlike anyone else's."

When Fu Ran heard this, Chaos' head suddenly ached.

Fan Xian also realized that she said something wrong, she covered Fu Ran with the quilt and got up, "I will go out to eat later, I will let Mama Chen heat the food."

"Mom," she stretched out one arm under the quilt, "help me find some cold medicine, I'm a little uncomfortable."

"Are you catching a cold?" Fan Xian turned on the bedside lamp, and sure enough, she saw Fu Ran's cheeks were flushed, and she touched her forehead with her hand, "No, I have a fever, go to the hospital quickly."

"No, just take some medicine."

When the thermometer measured it, it actually burned to 40°.

Fan Xian hurriedly ordered the driver to take Fu Ran to the hospital overnight.

Another blood test and another water test, Fan Xian sat on the side of the bed in distress and kept blaming herself, "Why didn't I find out that you had a fever earlier, it's already like this."

"Mom, I'm fine."

"You guys go back first, I'll be fine tomorrow morning after hanging up the water and going to sleep."

Fan Xian asked the driver who came with him to take Fu Songting back first.

There is an accompanying bed in the vip ward, and Fu Ran saw that she was determined and her body was really weak, so she stopped forcing her.

She drank water and lay back on the hospital bed, her eyes staring at the moderate-speed IV drip. Her resistance was so poor that she could catch a cold and have a fever even after climbing 33 flights of stairs.

"Xiaoran, are you feeling better? Fortunately, I didn't develop pneumonia, which scared me to death."

"Mom, doctors like to scare people."

Fan Xian filled Fu Ran's cup with hot water, and she pulled a chair to sit beside the bed, "How can you have a high fever when you're fine?"

The unique smell of disinfectant in the hospital gave people a sense of insecurity and panic. Fu Ran coughed a few times, "Mom, I want to eat oranges."

"Okay, there is a fruit shop at the door, I'll buy you some pears to moisten your throat."

"Ah."

Fu Ran turned sideways and wanted to sleep for a while, but the more his head hurts, the more conscious he became.

She tossed and turned, and accidentally pulled the needle inserted into the blood vessel. The pain caused her to sit up straight with a hiss.

Every sense becomes extremely sensitive when a person is sick. She heard the sound of a doorknob being slowly unscrewed, followed by the sound of footsteps that were almost suffocating, "Mom?"

Fan Xian only went out for less than 5 minutes, did she come back?

Or the nurse who made the rounds.

But no one answered.

Fu Ran thought she heard it wrong, she lay back on the bed, closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep.

There was a faint rustling sound in her ears, she couldn't describe it, and when she opened her eyes, she suddenly saw something floating towards the door like a wandering spirit.

She was so frightened that her chest choked, and her heart almost jumped into her throat. Because Fan Xian was afraid that she would not sleep well, she turned off all the lights before leaving, leaving only a weak bedside lamp.

Fu Ran hurriedly got up, waited for something to drift closer and took a closer look, only to find that it was a Big Big Wolf hydrogen balloon.

Big Big Wolf's big head was touching the ceiling, and the red string at the tail was still shaking from side to side.

This scene can no longer be described as horror.

Fu Ran reached out to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

A burst of color ringtones suddenly followed, and the noise from the phone's vibration made Fu Ran even more terrified.

With her heart still hanging in her throat, she reached out to take the phone, only to see a message on the screen, whether to check it.

Fu Ran thought of the horror movie "Midnight Ring" that was popular all over the world a few years ago, and she was no less frightened tonight than she was when she watched Sadako in the cinema.

Her fingers hovered between yes and no, and then looked at the caller ID, it was an unfamiliar number.

Fu Ran thought, no one would be so boring as to play a prank on her, so she pressed her finger down hard.

It's a photo.

Fu Ran's eyes widened suddenly, she squeezed the phone tightly and stuffed it into the bed. It was not a bloody horror still photo, but a fragrant bed photo.

But the heroine in it is still her.

Fu Ran remembered that Ming Chengyou once took such a photo when she was not prepared, but he clearly said to delete it at the beginning.

She took the phone to her face, flipped it up, and saw that the title of the photo read: The most beautiful appearance in this orgasm, has anyone else seen it?

Fu Ran squeezed the phone tightly and hit the soft quilt with a fist.

Her eyes followed the tail rope of Big Big Wolf's hydrogen balloon, and she raised her hand and rang the bedside alarm bell.

Not long after, I heard the footsteps of the nurse walking in.

She looked up at the drip bottle, and saw that there was still more than half of it, "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

"Did you see anyone outside the door when you came in?"

The nurse followed Fu Ran's gaze to the door suspiciously, "No."

"Help me get the needle out."

"There's still half a bottle left."

"I'm in a hurry, hurry up." Before Fu Ran finished her sentence, she threw the quilt to the side and put on slippers on her legs.

The nurse couldn't resist her, so she had to step forward to help her pull out the drip needle.

She hurriedly walked towards the door, and because she was still weak due to the high fever, Fu Ran supported the wall and moved to the corridor.

Except for a few nurses who occasionally walked back and forth, there was not even a shadow of a patient.

Unwilling to give up, Fu Ran searched around the corridor again.

"You're still sick, don't you want to kill yourself?" The nurse who chased after her saw her standing at the entrance of the corridor blowing air, "Can we afford it anyway?"

"You really didn't see anyone come in, he passed the nurse's desk with a hydrogen balloon."

"No, no, go back quickly."

Fu Ran was forcibly taken to the ward by the nurse. The moment she entered the door, she looked back. Did she really meet a ghost?

Fan Xian walked into the ward carrying fruit and washed a pear for Fu Ran, "Why are there balloons in the room, where did they come from?"

"I don't know either." Fu Ran obediently lay down and received an IV.

Fan Xian cut up the fruit piece by piece, forked it with a toothpick and brought it to Fu Ran's mouth.

"Mom, did you buy it at the fruit shop outside the hospital?"

"Correct."

"Then... have you seen Ming Chengyou?"

"Chengyou, no," Fan Xian couldn't hide her surprise, "Xiaoran, why did he appear here? Is there something between you two? Don't..."

"Mom," Fu Ran interrupted her, "No, I went to the bathroom just now, and saw a figure from the window that looked like him."

"Is it?"

Fu Ran ate a mouthful of fruit and changed the subject.

The nurse came in to change the IV bottle, and Fu Ran asked her to take out the hydrogen balloon to the hospitalized child.

I stayed in the hospital for one night, and the high fever subsided the next day.

Fu Ran prepared some medicine and went home to recuperate. She locked the door and took out her mobile phone to find out the message she received last night.

According to the original number, she replied the text message, "What do you want?"