fake love

Chapter 63 Quarrel
Fu Ran squeezed into the crowd and walked in through the half-open door. Uncle anxiously paced by the window sill, while aunt sat by Youyou's bed and kept crying. Seeing Fu Ran come in, uncle shook his head and sighed , without saying anything.

"What's going on here?"

"sister……"

"Xiaoran, you saw it, are you satisfied now?" Auntie said in a tone full of blame, "Everyone knows what happened to Youyou now, those people are blocking the door like watching a monster, and on TV, online... Xiaoran, we all say no to sue, why do you have to make things bigger? Well, now the medical expenses will be stopped, and even the experts invited from abroad will shirk and return to China. What will you do next? Tell me .”

Fu Ran finally figured it out from her aunt's choked-up words, "I didn't post any information on the Internet. If you want to solve it privately, I will definitely respect your opinions."

"Sister, I believe in you." You You stretched out his hand to grab Auntie's hand, "Mom, this matter may be God's will."

"You're just a stupid kid," the aunt burst into tears, "it's obvious that someone posted it on purpose."

Fu Ran opened the mobile phone she carried with her and logged on to Weibo. Photos of Youyou appeared in front of her eyes one by one with pictures and texts. What surprised her even more was that there was a photo of Youyou before she was disfigured. It was a photo of Fu Ran and her. But Ran's face was covered with a mosaic, and Fu Ran kept this photo in his computer, not even You You himself.

The persistence just now was suddenly frustrated and became powerless, and her heart was hollowed out one after another. Fu Ran's palms were covered with sweat, and the temperature in the ward was moderate, but the cloth on her back was soaked and clinging to her body.

Comparing before and after the disfigurement, she saw Youyou's eyes were empty and lifeless in the photo. Fu Ran turned off the webpage and looked up. Now, Youyou looked at her eyes full of confusion and fear. She didn't know how many unknowns there would be The harm awaits her.

"Youyou..."

"Xiaoran, I know you want to help us." The uncle leaned against the window with a sad face.

Fu Ran stood up, with the sun covering her shoulders, stubbornness and indifference remained between her brows, she walked to Youyou's bed, "I have regarded you as my own sister since I was very young, if there is a way to make you Minimize your hurt, even if I disagree, at least I will not object. If this is what you mean, I will never turn back, but if you are even a little bit reluctant, believe me, it is my fault Will protect you to the end."

Fu Ran walked out of the ward, patiently refusing to visit the well-meaning people who heard the news. She passed the corridor filled with the smell of disinfectant. Every nerve cell in her body was so numb that it would no longer hurt. Instantly recognizable.

In other words, the photo was sent from her computer.

The lawyer hired by the Li family missed the appointment. Needless to say, Ming Chengyou already knew about these things.

The You family was pushed to the forefront, and the identity of the other party was the rich second generation or even the second generation of power who was once in the public opinion. The matter has become so troublesome that it is no longer something that the You family said they would not pursue.

On the way back to the capital of Yiyun, I received a call from Ming Chengyou, who didn't say anything else, just said that I will wait for you at home.

Fu Ran thought about it all the way, until she got off the car, her mind was still blank.

She changed her slippers in the entrance, and Steward Xiao stood in the living room tremblingly, "Young Mistress, Third Young Master asked you to go upstairs."

"I know."

She was holding on to the stairs, struggling, not knowing how to speak when she saw Ming Chengyou later.With a few photos, Ming Chengyou should believe that even if he is skeptical, she can account for most of the ingredients.

Fu Ran pushed open the door and saw the man sitting in front of the sofa with his back to her. The smell of nicotine persisted in the room and refused to dissipate. She walked over and saw the fiery red smoke stars at Ming Chengyou's fingertips.

"You know it all?"

The man looked sideways and raised his face slightly to look at her.

Fu Ran put the computer on the table, and after careful consideration, she was about to speak, but Ming Chengyou suddenly got up, picked up her computer and smashed it to the ground.

If it reaches the mouth of the throat, it is swallowed abruptly.

"Are you satisfied? Fu Ran, you are really capable!"

Fu Ran calmed down, knowing that being angry at this time would not be good for her, "I didn't do it."

"Hmph," Ming Chengyou sneered coldly, "You have to have some troubles to be happy, don't you? Now that the city is full of trouble, I want to see if things really go as you wish!"

"As I said, this matter has nothing to do with me," Fu Ran walked over to the sofa opposite Ming Chengyou, "Besides, the conditions you proposed are so attractive, what reason do I have to object?"

There was some sarcasm in her words, Ming Chengyou couldn't hear it.

With thin lips and shallow lips, he got up and walked to Fu Ran, his palm fell heavily on her shoulder, "You have always been smart, I have no doubt, how would you play this card if you didn't find a way out? The current situation is the most difficult for you. Favorable, Fu Ran, I tried my best to persuade you to let go, do you really think my words are deaf to your ears?"

Fu Ran was exhausted physically and mentally, so he just repeated, "I don't."

Ming Chengyou bent down and picked up the newspaper spread out on the coffee table. He took out a photo and threw it at Fu Ran, "I didn't expect that you would still go to him when it was critical."

She picked it up and saw that it was a photo of her receiving Ming Zheng's check. Only then did Fu Ran understand the meaning of Ming Chengyou's words. She was eager to argue, "He gave me the check, but I didn't take it."

"Really?" The disappointment in Ming Chengyou's eyes flowed undisguisedly as he fell to the sofa, "A sum of 200 million yuan was transferred to your bank account two days ago, and it was just halfway through the transfer. Within hours, photos of Youyou's disfigured face were uploaded on the Internet. Fu Ran, it is because of this money that you are confident and ready to take a chance, right?"

Listen, how natural it is, if it is said that she did not do this, even God will not believe it.

Fu Ran raised the photo in Yang's hand, "Where did you come from?"

"Don't think that I sent someone to follow you. My mother brought it. There are people on her side who are watching the boss." Ming Chengyou wanted to get rid of things that had nothing to do with him.

"The last time I was secretly photographed on the street with him, someone sent the photo to Dad in the name of a tabloid reporter. I'm afraid it was you who did it?"

(End of this chapter)