fake love

Chapter 157 I want to be with you, so I accommodate (4)
"If it's the case, don't worry about it."

Fu Ran put the bag on her lap, "Actually, what he said is not unreasonable, I hope you can think it over."

"I know what I'm doing," Ming Chengyou held her hand, "Stop talking about accommodating, I want to be with you, that's why I am accommodating you, I am willing."

Sometimes, accommodating is not a kind of happiness.

It was hard to tell the truth from what he said, but at least according to Fu Ran's state of mind at this time, he might not be able to think of anything other than moving his face.

Ming Chengyou stubbed out the cigarette, "Are you really full?"

Fu Ran looked at the hot pot that had hardly been touched, and Ming Chengyou picked up her favorite dish and handed it to her bowl, "Eat some more when you're full, just keep me company."

He just started to take the first bite. Seeing that he was eating in a hurry, Fu Ran couldn't help but soften his heart, "Eat slowly, I'm not full yet."

After dinner, Ming Chengyou sent Fu Ran home. In fact, she also drove herself. The so-called sending off meant following her to watch her go back to Fu's house.

Ming Chengyou opened the car window, parked the car not far from Fu's house, turned off the engine, took out a cigarette and lit it.

On the night he left two years ago, he witnessed the intimacy between Fu Ran and Ming Zheng in this place. Ming Chengyou took a sip of his cigarette, but he only took one puff, but then extinguished it fiercely.

It stands to reason that he can no longer smoke.

The smoke from his mouth has not dissipated, framing his handsome and handsome face.

Fu Ran walked into the living room, but unexpectedly did not see Fu Songting and Fan Xian. Thinking about the time, it might not be too late, and she might be going to the dinner party again.

She went back to the room to take a shower, wanted to use the computer, and the most popular romantic movie was played on the screen. The plot was unexpectedly attractive. Fu Ran was holding the water glass, but after about ten minutes, she lost her mind.

She rubbed her thumb, thinking of the engagement ring that Ming Chengyou put on her. Fu Ran opened the drawer, and a velvet box was stuffed in the corner by her. another one of .

The brilliance of platinum is still dazzling after two years. Fu Ran put it back on her ring finger, just right, the same match as before.

She stared dazedly, and there was a mournful cry from the screen. It turned out that the hero died. At such a moment, the person who held the heroine at the top of his heart and was willing to love her with his life, found that when he opened his eyes one day Not anymore, no one can bear this kind of heart-piercing.

Fu Ran's mood sank following the plot, and like all the audience, he couldn't help but blame the director, why the love that cannot be fulfilled in reality can't be extended in the virtual world, it's too cruel.

She put the ring back in the jewelry box, and carefully put it back in the corner.

Fu Ran turned off the computer, touched her eyes, and liquid dripped out.

Faintly asleep, when the phone rang, Fu Ran felt trapped in a nightmare and couldn't wake up. She was so frightened that she wanted to struggle, her eyes suddenly opened, and she saw the phone on the bedside table was on.

She wiped off her sweat and reached for the phone. She was still a little fuzzy because she was half asleep and half awake. She couldn't even see the caller ID, so she just pressed the call button, "Hello, who is it?"

"It's me," said a low, slightly hoarse male voice.

Fu Ran rubbed her eyes lightly, she turned around lazily, and retracted her arms into the bed, "Is there something wrong?"

"Fu Ran, I can't sleep and talk to me."

Fu Ran moved the phone away from her ear, looked at the time, it was two forty in the morning.

Her words were hazy with indescribable coquettishness, "Don't you even check what time it is, don't you have to go to work tomorrow?"

There was no movement for a while, Fu Ran's head was pressed against the pillow, and he was about to fall asleep again soon.

"Fu Ran."

"Hmm." She unconsciously responded softly, her eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

"are you sleepy?"

No matter how sexy and seductive the man's voice is, it can't seduce Fu Ran at this moment. She just wants to sleep, "Yeah."

"Fu Ran, tell me how you have been living for the past two years?" Ming Chengyou seemed to be really sleepy, and his voice was clear and clear, with a slight hint of inaudibleness that others could not hear.

He uttered a bunch of words in his ear, and Fu Ran's drowsiness was chased away one by one by him. After waking up, the nerves would become more sensitive. She simply hugged a pillow, "That's how I got here."

Time flies, she has no time to look back, two years have passed by in a hurry.

Ming Chengyou didn't mention the two years that belonged to him. Fu Ran asked after thinking about it, "How did you get here?"

There was silence at the other end. She didn't turn on the light, and the room with the curtains drawn was pitch black. After a long time, the man smiled nonchalantly, "It's basically working, and I can't think of anything special."

Fu Ran occasionally chatted with him, most of which were Ming Chengyou's, but the silence lasted longer.

When I woke up in the morning, my shoulders were sore and dizzy. I saw that the quilt was only covering the waist and the phone was still in the call state. Fu Ran took it to her ear and listened carefully. When there was no movement, she reached out and cut it off.

He was about to stand up after lifting the quilt when the phone rang.

The caller ID is Myung Sung Woo.

Fu Ran put on her slippers, and walked to the bathroom while answering the phone.

"Wake up?" Ming Chengyou said with a little tiredness, Fu Ran combed her hair in the mirror, "I fell asleep last night."

"Today is Christmas, I will pick you up tonight."

Fu Ran refused to export.

"Fu Ran, I told you to start over with you. The more you run away from me, the more pressing you are. Wait for me in the studio." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

Fu Ran walked out of the room after washing, she got up late today, went downstairs and saw Fu Songting was still at home, "Dad, why haven't you gone to work yet?"

Fan Xian's face was full of worries, and Fu Songting's face was also heavy. Fu Ran sat next to Fan Xian with the morning newspaper on the table, "What happened?"

"It's nothing serious," Fan Xian comforted her, "Go to the studio quickly."

Fu Ran looked at the dining room. The breakfast prepared by Chen Ma was still there. She vaguely sensed that something was wrong, "Dad, is he resting today?"

Fan Xian's eyes were red, "Xiaoran..."

Fu Songting stood up and walked to the second floor.

"Mom, don't cry, talk slowly." Fu Ran took out a tissue and wiped it for her, Fan Xian's voice choked slightly, "Your father may be in some trouble, and he will stay at home for the time being, and the specific things have not been clearly stated. , I only heard from a familiar friend that it was related to an anonymous letter. But the officialdom is complicated, and the anonymous letter alone is not a big deal, I am afraid that someone will make trouble, and the investigation has been particularly strict recently."

(End of this chapter)