fake love

Chapter 81 Falling to Hell, Lost (2)
"I'm not!"

The traffic policeman squinted at Fu Ran, "Is it you who made the call to the police?"

Fu Ran nodded honestly, "Yes."

Another traffic policeman put the instrument used to test drunk driving to Ming Chengyou's mouth, "Hold it, and blow hard."

He pursed his lips tightly and didn't cooperate, Fu Ran was a little confused, this posture seemed to be genuine, but didn't Ming Chengyou arrogantly say that the police station was run by his family?Even though he was down and out, he wouldn't be really investigated, right?
"Hold it in your mouth and blow it hard." The traffic policeman couldn't bear to repeat.

Ming Chengyou pointed to Fu Ran who was next to him reluctantly, and deliberately showed a big tongue when speaking, "This job...my wife does this job at night, you let her blow it."

Fu Ran was dumbfounded, and the two young traffic policemen looked at each other, their faces blushing suspiciously.

One of them took the instrument back, "You can smell the alcohol, it must be drunk driving, let's go, take it back and deal with it."

Seeing that something really happened, Fu Ran hurriedly stopped her, "I'm sorry I was joking, I won't call the police."

"Your family runs the police station? There must be something wrong with him. When we go back later, we need to call the road surveillance to see if he is really driving while drunk. Let's go."

The two pulled Ming Chengyou into the police car.

Fu Ran hurriedly followed, "Then what will you do?"

"Once it is true, the driver's license will be revoked, and you will be detained and fined."

detention?

Ming Chengyou was also a good boy, maybe he really drank too much and got into the car after him.

Without thinking, Fu Ran opened the car door and squeezed in, and followed to the traffic police brigade in a cocoon.

The two came out with their heads bowed, and the hour hand had already swept towards the early morning.

Fu Ran walked anxiously in front, and Ming Chengyou was completely sober after passing by just now, and followed slowly.

After rummaging all over the body, except for the mobile phone, he couldn't find a dime. Fu Ranchu was at the intersection. When Ming Chengyou approached, he asked angrily, "Do you have money?"

He rummaged through his pockets. He was penniless.

At such a late hour, she couldn't bear to call for someone to come pick her up.

"Don't tell me you can handle it? I just made a call to scare you, and I was almost thrown into the bureau."

She continued to walk forward, but did not wait for the sound of following footsteps. Fu Ran looked behind him suspiciously, only to see Ming Chengyou standing ten steps away. The man's shoulders trembled slightly in the lonely night, and his eyes locked on Fu Ran. Ran, a long shadow pulled straight to her feet, "Fu Ran, I'm talking about the former Ming San Shao."

With just one word, she was discouraged.

"Let's go, our parking place is a few kilometers away from here." Fu Ran couldn't bear it in the end, and passed a small stall selling roasted sweet potatoes, Ming Chengyou stood still and refused to leave.

"Want one? I'll close the stall when it's sold out."

Fu Ran walked back to Ming Chengyou, "Are you rich?"

He shook his head.

Fu Ran took out his pocket again, "Me neither."

Seeing that the two of them had no money, the stall owner lost all interest.

Ming Chengyou still lingered, "Do you still remember the first gift you gave me?"

He called her a cheapskate, because when his power was at its peak, she gave him half a baked sweet potato as a gift.

Fu Ran took Ming Chengyou's hand and walked forward, and he held it back tightly until there were red marks on her hand.

"Ming Chengyou," Fu Ran's voice trembled slightly, with indescribable sadness filling his heart, "Why do you sometimes act like a child?"

The man behind him didn't answer, and the two shadows, one in front and one behind, cuddled intimately, but the shadows were just shadows in the end, and couldn't achieve a real touch.

Song Zhi's phone call came early in the morning, and Fu Ran sent a text message saying that he couldn't go because of something.

After midnight, on the cold street, the sound of cars passing by was no longer heard, and the leather shoes made a staggered and orderly click on the cold ground, and two cars facing each other could be seen from a distance.

"I'll ask Uncle Wang to come and pick you up."

"It's no use."

"But your driver's license..."

Fu Ran walked to Ming Chengyou's car, and was surprised to see that his car door was unlocked. She opened the door and looked in, only to see that the inside was turned into a mess, not to mention the wallet, even the tissue box and even things that could be disassembled. It was gone, and the leather seat was scratched to pieces with a sharp weapon, and it was stolen.

"Why don't you know about locks?"

Ming Chengyou spread his palms indifferently, "You called the police so urgently, I seem to see that you didn't lock it either."

"Really?" Fu Ran couldn't remember whether he pressed it or not.

She ran to her car in a hurry, didn't she? The car door was still ajar. There is no doubt that she was treated the same as Ming Chengyou.

She was so angry that she almost burst into foul language.

Fu Ran finally called Uncle Wang.

The two leaned against the bridge and waited, Fu Ran dared not leave Ming Chengyou alone on the way.

"What are your plans for the future?"

"Let's take one step at a time." Ming Chengyou raised his head, looking into the sky like a torch.

"Actually, your father should still have so many relationships, even if Qian Kun left it to Ming Zheng, but after all..."

Ming Chengyou interrupted her coldly, "If what you said is true, since my dad has decided to leave the company to Mingzheng, what do I need his relationship for?"

"Why should you?"

"Aren't you going to take care of my affairs?" He looked down at Fu Ran's flickering face in the dark night, his tone full of hopeful exploration.

She stood with her ankles back and forth, looking at the two cars facing each other, "Ming Chengyou, I think it's best for us to be relative strangers."

When Uncle Wang received Ming Chengyou, he was the only one with a cool back beside the big bridge. He stood with his back to the road, his hands resting on the cold railing. There was no focus, it was empty and desolate.

"Third Young Master?"

He turned his face away, his lips were tightly pursed, Uncle Wang said again anxiously, "Third Young Master, Madam is still waiting for you at home."

"Relatively stranger." He dropped the four words before walking towards the car parked by the side of the road.

In the capital of Yiyun, the bright lights can be seen from afar. Li Yunling is standing at the door, wearing a red maple leaf shawl. The housekeeper Xiao next to her is not in good spirits, and she is about to fall asleep next to the door.

(End of this chapter)