fake love

Chapter 168 Don't Say He's an Bastard (1)
"Fu Ran?"

"Huh?" Fu Ran focused on the screen and answered him completely absent-mindedly.

Ming Chengyou put his face in front of Fu Ran to block her sight, she leaned back slightly, "What's wrong?"

"Today is his birthday."

Despite the lack of light, Fu Ran could still see the obsidian-like eyes in Ming Chengyou's eyes. She waited for him to finish the second half of his sentence, but it was too late for Ming Chengyou to say, "Yes, today is his birthday."

She repeats sentences.

Ming Chengyou stared at her for a long time, "You said that you have to rush home before 11 o'clock, is it because of him?"

"His gift is still with me, and I want to give it to him on his birthday."

Ming Chengyou's face gradually sank until the tips of their noses almost touched each other. Fu Ran thought he was going to say something ugly again, but the handsome face in his eyes suddenly enlarged. Ming Chengyou kissed her hard, and pried her away with the tip of his tongue. lips.

The dark lights of the movie theater are easy to burn firewood, and it is a separate space. The two of them drank red wine in the restaurant, and the unique smell of wine lingered between their lips and teeth. Ming Chengyou held Fu Ran's hand and asked her to hug his waist. He pushed her hard into the sofa.

Fu Ran was still calm, and when Ming Chengyou was about to shoot him away, he held her face in both hands, and drew Fu Ran's lip line with his fingertips over and over again.

The incomplete and riddled heart on the chest was beating extremely powerfully, as if it had been injected with fresh blood, wishing to smash through Ming Chengyou's heart every time.

Fu Ran felt that her mouth was dry, and she held Ming Chengyou's wrist with both hands, and her panting sound was also hoarse.

Attention returned to the screen again, but due to a skip in the middle, the overall feeling was diminished. Fu Ran was terribly sleepy at the end, and his head touched Ming Chengyou's shoulder several times.

He stretched out his hand to grab her face and let her pillow on his shoulder, "Go to sleep."

"Be sure to wake me up when the movie is over." She squinted her eyes, her words blurred.

Ming Chengyou didn't answer, just tapped his fingers on the handle of the sofa.

When the last dish was served, the waiter went out and turned back.

All the lights in the box were suddenly extinguished.

Mingzheng put down the chopsticks in his hand, "What's going on?" There was displeasure in his words.

A cake trolley was pushed into the box, and Luo Wenying walked over to take the trolley from the waiter. When the door was closed, she cleared her throat and sang, "HAPPY-BIRTHDAY-TO-YOU, HAPPY-BIRTHDAY-TO —YOU..."

Ming Zheng stood up slowly from his seat.

Luo Wenying pushed the cake in front of him, and said in a gentle voice, "Happy birthday."

She felt an indescribable emotion in her heart. In the past [-] years or so, Mingzheng probably didn't really celebrate his birthday very often.

The identity of an illegitimate child is there. Since his birth, which birthday is worthy of being celebrated by others?
The rotating fireworks made cheerful music, and Mingzheng looked at Luo Wenying standing opposite through the ice-blue flames.

"Thank you."

Luo Wenying took out the scissors and cut the copper wire in the middle, and turned on the light casually.

The sudden light is dazzling, and the light has only been turned off for a while, and I am not used to it.

She handed him the knife for cutting the cake, and Ming Zheng tightened his lips from beginning to end, after that, he drank a lot of wine crazily.

Luo Wenying helped the stumbled Mingzheng out of the Liyuan Garden. The night wind was extremely cold, blowing straight into the neckline. Her other hand passed behind Mingzheng's waist, and the palm of her hand touched the man's strong and tight waistline, and her face blushed unconsciously. Hong, "If I knew it earlier, I would have let you out alone. The waiter saw that you were so drunk, maybe you were taken in as a homeless person."

"It's not good to speak ill of people behind their backs." Mingzheng raised his head, and his hot breath was burning on Luo Wenying's neck. He just drank too much, but he was not drunk.

"However, it must be wonderful to upload your appearance on the company forum. Those little girls are used to your serious appearance. Where have you seen you like this? You are not crazy." Luo Wenying felt powerless, a big man There wasn't much flesh on her body, but it was so heavy that it almost crushed her small bones.

"Speak clearly," Mingzheng slurred his speech, "Where am I not serious now?"

"I mean you are too serious in your daily life."

Luo Wenying led Mingzheng towards the parking lot, "Boss, can you still drive?"

"Try it."

Luo Wenying walked to her car, but she didn't dare to let Ming Zheng try it, "I'll take you back, get in the car quickly."

Mingzheng put his hands on the roof of the car, Luo Wenying opened the door to get in, "What are you doing, let's go!"

He stood motionless.

Luo Wenying returned to Mingzheng's side, turned her face to take a look, and was completely overwhelmed by lightning.

How can you fall asleep like this?

His handsome face was pressed against the cold roof of the car, his arms were circled, and his sleeping appearance was rare and obedient.

The thick eyelashes cast a dense shadow under the corner of the eyes, Luo Wenying reached out and patted his shoulder, "Mingzheng, let's go!"

He tilted his body and fell to the side, he just thought he was on the big bed at home.

Luo Wenying exclaimed, without even thinking about it, she hugged his waist, and moved her footsteps behind him, so that she could barely hold him firmly, Mingzheng was like pressing her body weight on her, she opened the car door, struggling Tuck him into the passenger seat.

Fu Ran opened his eyes dimly during the period, and saw that the original movie was still playing on the screen.

Ming Chengyou patted her face to signal her to continue sleeping.

She fell into a deep sleep, and when she woke up, she found that they were still watching the movie. She gently rubbed the corners of her eyes, and took a sip of the coke on the table.

"Sleepy? Let's sleep again."

After taking a nap for a while, he was really refreshed, "What time is it?"

"It's still early." Ming Chengyou stared at the screen, and Fu Ran followed his gaze. After watching for half a minute, he vaguely felt that this clip was very familiar. She had seen it before.

Fu Ran let go of the Coke in her hand, reached out and took out her cell phone from her bag.

Twelve twenty in the morning.

Her delicate eyebrows were tightly frowned, as if afraid of making a mistake, she looked at the wall clock in the cinema again.

(End of this chapter)