Dyed

Until half a day passed, there was still no answer from the other party.

Fu Ran was not reconciled, and rewrote, "I hope you can delete the photo, it involves my privacy."

If such intimate photos fall into the hands of others, it is tantamount to being choked by someone, and you will be afraid at any time.

But Fu Ran's misfortune was far more than that.

Sure enough, as she expected, good spirits do not work bad spirits, ever since mr made public the news that she would rather not publicize the ceremony than settle for fu, she has not concluded a single business deal in half a month.

Mingzheng would occasionally introduce her to her, but unless he was inside the company himself, it would be useless to go there. Who would dare to use someone who was disliked by mr?

Fu Ran is sitting in an office chair, and the office of about 20 square meters is mainly in blue and cool tones.

The solid wood flower stand displays various awards and photos taken by the activities organized by fu.

Fu Ran twirled a black signature pen between her fingers, and she propped up her chin with the other hand, staring at something absent-mindedly.

"Knock, knock -" the hasty knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

A female teacher opened the door before she could speak, "Xiaoran, some parents are here to make trouble."

"Troubleshooting?" Fu Ran threw away her pen, and walked out with the female teacher while asking about the situation, "Why did this happen?"

"A female college student sprained her foot during dance practice here yesterday, and she was sent to the hospital for a check-up. It's nothing serious..."

"I remember, isn't the tuition fee for this semester exempted as compensation?"

"Yesterday, when Jingzi and I sent her home, her family was fine, but today they brought people to make a fuss. She said that it will affect the child's future dating and job search, and we want us to pay for mental damage!"

"Too much!" Fu Ran was furious. Sprains during dance practice are commonplace. If even a little thing makes a fuss, should she still open her studio?

Come to the dance studio, good guy, three burly men and one shrew.

The other two teachers who taught the class were too scared to hide beside them and dare not speak.

"You opened this dance studio, right?" The leading shrew rushed forward, "What if my daughter sprained her leg here? What about her future?"

"What do you mean?"

"10 yuan, not a cent less!"

Fu Ran sneered, "The best solution is to call the police for an injury check."

"Are you not sincere enough to talk to us?" The shrew glanced at the table and chairs beside her, rushed over and overturned the table with both hands, "If you don't give me an explanation, I'll smash you all up today! "

"Xiaoran!" The teacher following her tugged at her cuff in fear, "What should I do?"

"Cold salad!" Fu Ran shoved the mobile phone into the hands of the female teacher, she strode to the side of the shrew, picked up a chair and slammed it on the fallen table.

A chair leg flew out in an instant, "I called the police when I was in the office, and I also told you that my studio is equipped with surveillance throughout the entire process, so I advise you to keep quiet, lest you have to pay me a fortune!"

After solving this unfortunate matter, Fu Ran asked others to get off work first, and she locked the door and went to the parking lot.

The front wheel of the car was flat again.

She couldn't count the number of times this was the case, and it was basically repaired from the 4s shop, but it would be stabbed again in three days.

Fu Ran raised her leg and kicked the tire angrily. The recent incidents made her suspect that she was being targeted.

Coupled with the disturbance just now, the grievance and anger instantly overwhelmed Fu Ran's only rationality.

She opened the car door and got in, started the engine and drove the car in the direction of mr company.

The telescopic door at the entrance of the company was closed tightly, and a huge square and office buildings towering into the clouds could be seen.

Fu Ran parked the car on the side of the road and was about to walk to the guard room when a roar came from behind his ears.

When she turned around, a Bugatti Veyron Hermes sports car brushed her body and rushed to the door.

Half of the black body lines are the aggressive posture of a super sports car, and the other half are round like pebbles on the beach. No one can look away after taking a look at it.

The man lowered the car window and signaled the guard to pass.

Fu Ran walked over, her slender figure reflected in the brown sunglasses, "Ming Chengyou, I want to talk to you."

Ming Chengyou stretched his left arm out of the car window. Through the front windshield, he saw the retractable door opening a little bit. He held the steering wheel and was about to step on the accelerator to move forward.

He regarded her as non-existent and her words as air.

Fu Ran would rather be so unlucky, at least her life will be as plain as boiled water, instead of one unlucky thing after another like now.

Fu Ran stretched out her hand, but watched as the falling glass rose up inch by inch until she couldn't see Ming Chengyou's face clearly in her eyes.

The deafening roar indicated that the car was about to accelerate, and Fu Ran simply stepped over the car to block the front.

She supported the hood with both hands, and the stubbornness and determination in her eyes were the same as Ming Chengyou was familiar with. He turned off the engine and closed the window, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Can I find a place?"

"I don't want to waste time, I have something to say." Ming Chengyou said concisely, he took off his sunglasses, and the setting sun was in full swing, burning half the sky red.

The black sports car glowed red and enchantingly, and the man sitting in it was even more magnificent.

He squinted at her with displeasure, his eyes didn't stay longer, and his eyes were as cold as iron.

"I was hospitalized a few days ago, and someone stuffed a Big Big Wolf hydrogen balloon into my ward in the middle of the night. Then I received a photo on my mobile phone, and my car tire was punctured every now and then. Are these things related to you? ?”

There was a sneer on Ming Chengyou's cool lips, he looked straight ahead, and tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, "Are you finished?"

"I wonder why?"

"How much do you want?"

After Fu Ran realized it, she raised her voice, "What do you mean?"

"Otherwise, what do you want from me?" Ming Chengyou turned his head, his cold eyes seemed to grab Fu Ran, and then seemed to brush her cheeks and fall to an unspecific place.The eyes are erratic, but strange.

"I just want to tell you that you don't have to treat me like this..."

Humph.

Ming Chengyou snorted coldly, his tone was very disdainful, he finally caught sight of Fu Ran, "What about you?" A strand of black hair jumped to the man's temples, his exquisite facial features were calm and calm, "Fu Ran..."

This is the first time he has called out Fu Ran's name in two years, "Just because you are worth my effort now? Don't you think too much of yourself? Hydrogen balloons? Tire tying, what a joke!"

Fu Ran was stunned. In her memory, Ming Chengyou would often speak like this, but never to her.

The face was burning with pain, and the sourness from the tip of the nose reached the corners of the eyes, which immediately moistened the eye sockets, "Okay, if this is the case, I will call the police."

"This is not the first time you want to send me to the police station," Ming Chengyou answered, "I don't have time to waste you, maybe someone who wants to pursue you will use this method, heh,..."

He shook his head with a smile and put his sunglasses back on.

Fu Ran carefully stared at the man in front of him through the half-exposed car window. It was still the same face, but it was no longer the man.