fake love

Chapter 15

Ming Chengyou walked up to the second floor, Li Yunling took Fu Ran's hand affectionately, "Sit down quickly."

Seeing that her eyes were still fixed on the corner of the stairs, Li Yunling couldn't help but patted the back of Fu Ran's hand, "Don't worry, it's okay, at most a few slaps, isn't his thick skin more common than eating?"

"Mom, Dad must be very angry, right?"

Li Yunling didn't seem to want to discuss this matter deeply. After all, it was Ming Chengyou's fault. She pointed to the newspaper casually, "Xiaoran, what you said in the coffee shop was very good, dealing with the nameless women outside You have to keep them under control, Chengyou is also confused, but I can rest assured that I have you at last."

Li Yunling brought this matter up lightly, as smart as Fu Ran, she naturally knew that this topic should end.

When Ming Chengyou came down, his expression changed slightly. Ming Yunfeng sat down at the dining table with a livid face. Li Yunling kept adding vegetables to Fu Ran and Ming Chengyou's bowls.Fu Ran raised his head and looked at the man next to him. He chewed his food mouth by mouth, thin cold sweat oozing from his temples. He still eats elegantly and noblely, but if you look closely, you can still find that the corners of Ming Chengyou's mouth are twitching slightly, and the back of his hand holding the chopsticks Even more forbearing, the color of a few blue veins became darker and darker.

"If you dare to do something like this next time, see if I don't break your leg!" Ming Yunfeng is used to leading troops, and he is notoriously short-tempered. Li Yunling glared at him, "Okay, okay, Chengyou Have your own measure."

"He has a sense of proportion!"

"Look at you, you are not afraid of being laughed at."

"Go back and apologize to Xiaoran, Gaiming will go to Fu's house in person, and you will treat yourself as deaf when I talk to you, right?"

Ming Chengyou looked at Fu Ran from the corner of his eye, poked the rice grain lightly with his chopsticks, "Got it."

The fine sweat on his temples gathered into a broken bead, and his complexion was abnormally pale. After lunch, Fu Ran walked to Ming Chengyou's side while Ming Yunfeng was going upstairs, "Go home?"

"Do not."

In the afternoon, Ming Chengyou accompanied Li Yunling to tinker in her garden for a long time, and he took Fu Ran away when the sunset approached dusk.

The knuckles of the man holding the steering wheel were protruding, and the strength of his whole body was attached to the two arms. Fu Ran said cautiously, "Are you okay?"

"My dad asked me to deal with Shen Ning as soon as possible, are you happy?"

"Surely this is not the first time your father said it?"

Ming Chengyou's sharp side face turned to Fu Ran. They looked at each other in a small space, and only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard in each other's ears. Ming Chengyou smiled, and his eyes were no longer calm, which once again exaggerated wantonness, "It's just as good as you know." .”

Fu Ran was not annoyed either. When she turned the corner, she saw Ming Chengyou frowned slightly, and a muffled groan escaped from her mouth. Her gaze fell to his back after looking around him. Ming Chengyou was wearing a black suit, and he knew how to drive. But his back was straight, not at all like his lazy style.

Fu Ran put her hand behind his back, only to hear Ming Chengyou gasp, she asked kindly, "Did you get beaten?"

"You are a woman without charm. I have no reaction at all when you touch her like this."

Fu Ran's palm still rested on Ming Chengyou's back, and she rubbed the high-quality suit fabric with her palm. It seemed that she was overthinking. Ming Chengyou's mouth is so poisonous, does it seem like someone in trouble?

She clapped her palm hard, "Drive well!"

Ming Chengyou almost jumped up, his complexion changed suddenly, and he couldn't help having a seizure.

During the period, the phone rang countless times, and Fu Ran looked at him cautiously, "Why didn't you answer it?"

"What did you say after you picked it up? Did you say I didn't go to bed with you?"

Fu Ran also guessed that it was Shen Ning who called. Hearing what Ming Chengyou said, she simply turned her head away from the window.

Back in Yiyun Capital, Housekeeper Xiao prepared dinner, Fu Ran washed his hands and sat at the dining table, but Ming Chengyou strode up the stairs.

"Third Young Master, shall we eat first?"

Ming Chengyou said to Steward Xiao without turning his head, "Eat, I will take a break."

Fu Ran was hungry and didn't eat well at noon. Seeing the table full of dishes, he naturally moved his index finger. Housekeeper Xiao went upstairs to remind him more than once. Fu Ran came to the second floor just in time to see her standing outside the door of the room, "He Don't you have dinner yet?"

"I yelled a few times, but Third Young Master didn't move."

"You go down first, he will come out when he is hungry."

It's not a three-year-old child who has to be pampered up and down.

Fu Ran walked into the room and closed the door behind her. Ming Chengyou's suit was laid on the edge of the bed. There was the sound of water dripping from the bathroom. She walked over to pick up the coat and muttered, "I don't know how to put the clothes away."

The corner of the clothes swept over the pure white Shengxue sheets, and Fu Ran suddenly stopped, her eyes pierced with bright red streaks.

She hugged Ming Chengyou's coat and stood beside the bed, and the sound of water falling into boiling oil in her ears made her extremely uncomfortable. Fu Ran walked to the bathroom door, raised her hand and tapped, "Ming Chengyou?"

Apart from the monotonous clattering, no one answered.

The slender figure was pulled into a straight line by the light, and Fu Ran was inexplicably afraid. She even shouted a few times and even her voice changed. She held Ming Chengyou's suit in one hand, and quickly pulled towards the gold-plated doorknob with the other.

The door was unlocked, and the moment it was pushed open, steam gushed out and scalded the face.

Ming Chengyou had just taken a bath, and now he had a bath towel tied around his waist at random, and it seemed to be falling off, but he was standing at the door lazily and wildly, with white towels hanging on both shoulders, he picked up one end and wiped it on his hair, "What are you doing to watch me take a shower?"

"I, I go to the bathroom."

Ming Chengyou reached out and grabbed Fu Ran's arm and dragged her into the bathroom. Fu Ran was in a hurry, and held the door frame with the other hand, "What are you doing?"

Ming Chengyou snatched the coat from her arms, "What are you doing with my clothes?"

"Are you injured?"

At this point, Ming Chengyou simply kept it from her. He grabbed Fu Ran's arm and came to the jacuzzi. A blood-stained white shirt was thrown on the ground next to him. "Go, help me get rid of it."

This tone is taken for granted, there is no intention of begging for help.

But Fu Ran did not refute. She saw Ming Chengyou walking out and noticed the swollen finger-thick scars on his back. It was shocking. It ran from the shoulder blades to the waist, like a entangled poisonous snake and python. She bent down and picked up the shirt. , I also began to regret it in my heart.It is conceivable that this injury was caused by that piece of news. In fact, it was not that she did not see the miniature camera in the hand of the man sitting next to her at the time, but it was just that the exposure of this incident happened to be in a tone of fascination, and It does her more good than harm.

(End of this chapter)