fake love

Chapter 62
Fu Ran smiled inaudibly, and the arc outlined a bit of self-deprecating, "Don't raise me up, even you have to bow your head in front of reality, let alone me?"

Mingzheng fiddled with the engagement ring on his left hand, but he didn't respond to the message in Fu Ran's words. Fu Ran took a sip of milk tea from the cup, even if she was so fragile at this time that she wanted to find someone to cry, she would not find someone Ming Zheng.

She pushed the chair away, but Mingzheng called her before she got up, "Xiaoran."

She was stunned.

Ming Zheng pushed the check in his hand towards her, "There are 200 million in it, you take it first."

Fu Ran sat back in her seat, took the check and put it in her eyes, "What do you mean?"

"Don't get me wrong, I've met Youyou before, but I just don't want to see her suffer."

Fu Ran was holding the huge check in his hand. Since Mingzheng knew that Youyou had an accident, he must also know that it is now in a stalemate. His move will undoubtedly turn the whole thing upside down.

She raised the corner of the check, heard the sound of the paper being brushed, and handed the check back to Ming Zheng, "This is too much money, I have no reason to convince myself to accept it."

There was no surprise in Ming Zheng's eyes, "Why do you..."

"Differences do not conspire." Fu Ran took out the money and put it on the table, "I'll buy your coffee, as a thank you for sending me a check."

"Xiaoran, I thought you would at least trust me and accept my help."

She didn't speak, but chose to stride away.

Ming Zheng retracted his eyes from the check, and fell lightly to Fu Ran's receding back. He pursed his lips tightly. It was difficult for others to read clearly what was hidden in this man's eyes, which made his eyes so dark and invisible. end.

Ming Chengyou thought that Fu Ran would give up after the You family persisted. Even if she felt resentment for a while, time could always dilute her resentment. Liao Hua walked into the bedroom and saw Fu Ran surfing the Internet.He thought she was checking the information of the plastic surgery hospital again, and when he got closer, he saw that Ming Chengyou's handsome face was shaded by the sun, and the hands holding the bouquet were uncontrollably clenched. He walked over and slammed the computer together Down.

Fu Ran's hand was stuck inside, she pushed Ming Chengyou away and turned the computer back on.

"Are you still determined?" Ming Chengyou threw out the bouquet in his hand, knocked down the carved vase and glass filled with water on the coffee table, and Fu Ran uploaded Youyou's photo and saved it in the folder.Ming Chengyou bent down and tapped on the keyboard, permanently deleting her files in a few strokes.

Fu Ran was neither angry nor annoyed, she just watched him withdraw his hand.

"If you dare to make such an idea again, Fu Ran, I will not be polite to you."

"It's useless for you to delete it, my backup is more than that."

Ming Chengyou's eyes were aggressive, and the anger in his eyes was almost unbearable, "What good will this do to you? Once you put it on the Internet, have you thought about the harm you will cause? She will be pointed at wherever she goes... "

Fu Ran picked up the computer and stood in front of Ming Chengyou. She was wearing house slippers, standing in front of him and only touching his ears, "Ming Chengyou, have you ever felt uncomfortable?"

He brushed shoulders past Fu Ran and walked to the balcony. Fu Ran tidied up the computer. She saw Ming Chengyou lit a cigarette, and his upper body leaned out of the balcony, splashing rose petals everywhere.Fu Ran bent down to pick up the petals, her fingers were fragrant, and only the thorny branches were left after budding.

She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the man smoking a cigarette with a gloomy expression, Fu Ran's face was pressed against the glass, and the cool cold pierced into the heart through the skin.

Perhaps, uncle and aunt are right to worry.

Maybe, yes, her persistence will bring even more harm to Youyou. Now, I can only hope that everything can minimize the harm.

The lawyer Ming Chengyou found made an appointment to go to the hospital to negotiate in two days, and the uncle and aunt also agreed to resolve it privately.

Things are just waiting to be finalized.

Ming Chengyou stood in front of the window on the top floor of the company, behind him was a huge mahogany desk, the sky was gloomy, and the backlog of clouds seemed to be densely covered above his head.

He glanced at the phone next to him, raised his watch to check the time, and thought it was almost there.

After settling this matter, he asked his secretary to book two air tickets to France. Fu Ran was still angry, and finally he was able to coax him without distraction.

The cell phone rang suddenly, echoing in the neat and spacious office, which seemed empty and desolate. Ming Chengyou listened to half of the song before he connected slowly. "Hello?"

"Third Young Master!" The lawyer's hasty voice was overwhelming, "It's not good, something serious has happened! This meeting is really troublesome!"

Ming Chengyou quickly opened the webpage, and saw photos of Youyou posted on Weibo, the reposting and click rates were already high, and the blood-red titles focused on the two words "disfigurement" and "rich second generation".

This is what Ming Chengyou is most worried about. Once the power of public opinion is used, this matter cannot be suppressed.

The name of the poster is taken as the whistleblower.

Ming Chengyou put the mobile phone that was not hung up next to him, and he carefully checked each one. Obviously, the angle of the photos was taken at a close distance. Youyou's current situation can only enter and leave the ward unless someone very close to him. In front of the forehead, the five fingers slowly gathered into a fist.

"Third Young Master, Third Young Master—"

He picked up the phone. "explain."

"There should be no need to go to the hospital now, right?"

"Cut off the medical expenses for the supply, and you can focus on the next lawsuit, that's it." Ming Chengyou put away the phone, pressed his upper body back hard, the leather seat sank, he stretched out his index finger and thumb between his eyebrows tap.

Fu Ran didn't leave Evian's capital when she received a call from her uncle. She could hear his uncle's tone of voice was bad but he didn't say what it was. They decided to settle Fu Ran privately and try not to get involved.

She drove to the hospital, and saw that the door of the ward was full of people, some with bouquets of flowers and some with fruit baskets. Several nurses tried to persuade them, "I'm sorry, the patient needs to rest now."

"Son, stand up strong, we support you to the end!"

"That's right, what's so great about the rich second generation?"

(End of this chapter)