fake love

Episode 162
Ming Chengyou came to the balcony on the second floor, looked out from the wind, and could see the winding night view of Ying'an City from a distance. Fu Ran's car had long since disappeared, his eyes were getting darker, and his body was tired.

Cut kun.

Luo Wenying bit her pen and stared at the computer absentmindedly. Whoever said that golden collars go out are glamorous and admired by others. In her eyes, golden collars and bitterness are inseparable.

23 o'clock exactly.

However, she was still wasting her youth in the company to catch up on a project. Only her office on the whole floor of the office building was still lit.

Ming Zheng put a coat on his arm, passed by her door and saw a light inside, he didn't knock on the door, just pushed it open and walked in, "EVE, are you still busy?"

Luo Wenying didn't raise her head, "Didn't you just leave too?"

MR is coming in menacingly, and Ming Zheng is also a leader that should not be underestimated. Recently, the company's senior management has often been forced to hold meetings. Ming Zheng sat down opposite Luo Wenying, "Let's go, the dark circles under my eyes are all over."

"Really?" Women always care more about their appearance than anything else. Luo Wenying tapped her eye circles with her index finger, "I was blackmailed by capitalists."

Mingzheng smiled inaudibly, and there was a strong tiredness in his eyes. Luo Wenying raised her head, and the man in front of her was high-quality in terms of looks and conditions, but these glamor could not conceal his loneliness, "I heard, Has Fu Ran's family been in trouble recently?"

Ming Zheng nestled into the back of the chair, "I've been looking for relationships these days, and the matter of the Fu family came too urgently." An unshakable irritability enveloped his heart, "How do you know?"

"My dad said it," Luo Wenying threw the signature pen into the pen holder, "Hey, this kind of thing is not unusual, my dad has also encountered it, luckily the danger was saved."

"Oh?" Mingzheng pressed his hands on Luo Wenying's desk, "How did you solve it?"

Luo Wenying shrugged, "Relationships, find the right way, hit the nail on the head!"

Ming Zheng was thoughtful, "Could you trouble your dad to take him offline? This fact is a headache."

Luo Wenying tidied up the documents on the desktop, "Do you still remember what my dad said when you came to Luo's house and said you were going to divorce?"

"Why don't you remember?" Mingzheng smiled wryly, "If I dare to go to your house again, my legs will be broken."

"So," Luo Wenying looked helpless, "unless you are not afraid of being beaten, let me tell you, my dad has practiced taekwondo."

Ming Zheng straightened his legs, "Like a father, like a daughter."

"The relationship here is very complicated. It's not that I don't help. Even if I say it, it's useless. Now everyone wants to protect themselves. Even if you give me the money, he may not be willing to help."

Mingzheng stood up and helped her pack up the documents, "I know," he picked up his coat and put it on, "but my money is so worthless?"

"No," Luo Wenying frowned, with a rare playful look, "Personal pursuits are different, and he values ​​his official position more than his life."

"It's rare." Mingzheng looked at the sky outside the window, "Let's go have a late-night snack."

"No," Luo Wenying didn't want to refuse, "I'd rather go to bed hungry than gain weight."

There is a saying that weight loss is a woman's lifelong career.

Fu Ran bought an egg pancake on the way to the studio, but Ming Chengyou didn't show up for several days, not even a phone call.

As usual, she turned on the computer, inserted the straw into the carton of milk, and browsed the web for the latest gossip while eating breakfast.

A pop-up window popped up, showing a photo of third-rate actress Chen Diyan kissing someone passionately in public.

The shooting angle is excellent, and the photo of the actress is very clear. The man is vaguely tall and tall, with a strong back. The subtitle reads impressively: Ming San Shao of Ying'an City is not playing flirtatiously in a foreign country.

Fu Ran took a mouthful of milk stuck in his throat. It was the first time he knew that milk was like a fishbone, and it was so uncomfortable that he couldn't get up or down.

The omelette also lost its original fragrance. Fu Ran zoomed in on the photo. In fact, the man's back was very blurry, but affected by the subtitle, everyone would naturally think of Ming Chengyou.

She leaned back in the chair slumped, feeling lost in her heart, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable and lost.

The office door was pushed open, and Lin Lin stood at the door, "Xiaoran, don't forget to go to MR today, will we be able to have a vacation after the last event at the end of the year?"

Fu Ran moved her attention away from the computer screen, and she forced a smile, "Yes, you all work harder these days, I can consider arranging a few more days of annual leave."

"Okay, sure!" Lin Lin's cheerful voice of agreement was drowned behind the door panel.

The office returned to tranquility. Fu Ran glanced at the photo that took up three quarters of the page. She moved the mouse to the upper right corner and quickly clicked the red cross button.

I have no appetite, and my stomach doesn't seem to feel hungry.

Fu Ran got up and went to the window, and opened the blinds. The first snow since the beginning of winter came late on such a gloomy morning. Crashing against the window, his eyes were clustered with snow-white, brushing away the strange anxiety and sadness in his heart.

Fu Ran went to MR after lunch. She swiped her card to verify and entered the elevator, and came to the office door on the 33rd floor.

Secretary Ni came out of the break room, holding steaming black coffee in her hand, wearing only a fashionable little vest over a tight black turtleneck sweater, with a schadenfreude smile on her lips, "Come to work?"

"Yes." Fu Ran opened the office door, her feet still standing outside the door.

"LVAN is not here."

"I know." Fu Ran turned to go in.

Secretary Ni followed behind her, looking around, "The environment is really good. I have been with LVAN for several years and I haven't been able to get the treatment like you. How can I say that he is nostalgic?" She walked over and saw the bookshelf. Regarding the car models on display, Secretary Ni's face darkened slightly, "These are all his treasures."

"Really?" Fu Ran didn't even raise her head. MR equipped her with a computer, so she didn't have to bring her own to save trouble. She took out the USB flash drive, sat in the office chair and turned it on, "Since it's his baby, you can Take it back to him."

Secretary Ni took a sip of coffee, "I really don't know what to do."

Fu Ran had no intention of arguing with her. Secretary Ni saw that she was in a bad mood, and he presumably saw the news reports. Also, except for the Internet, even TV and newspapers were full of this news. Secretary Ni pursed her lips and walked out humming a little tune Fu Ran's office.

(End of this chapter)