fake love

Chapter 170 Don't Say He's an Bastard (3)
When the car stopped, Luo Wenying turned her back and picked up the jacket on the back seat and handed it to Mingzheng, "Say hello to Xiaoran for me, I won't go down."

Ming Zheng took over, and the car door slammed shut.

Luo Wenying turned around and left.

Fu Ran looked at Ming Zheng who was walking step by step, feeling more and more guilty and uneasy in his heart. He was supposed to be the favorite of heaven, but he was shouldering a fate that should not belong to him. Fortunately, the rumors did not crush him.

His face gradually became clear in the mottled tree shadows, and Fu Ran saw him standing in front of him.

"Brother, happy birthday."

The corner of Ming Zheng's mouth softened, Fu Ran took out the gift box from her bag and handed it to him, "I'm sorry," she looked at the time, "It's been an hour and five minutes."

"I thought you forgot." Ming Zheng took over.

"Do you think my memory is so bad?" Fu Ran saw him open the box, "Do you like it?"

"like."

"I'll make it up for you another day," Fu Ran gestured with both hands, "I'll give you such a big bowl of birthday noodles."

Ming Zheng raised his eyes and stared at her with dark eyes, "Xiao Ran, are you busy tonight? You just came out of the studio now?"

Fu Ran is not good at lying, she avoided Ming Zheng's gaze, "Oh, the annual leave is coming soon, I don't want to go back to work overtime after the Chinese New Year."

The smoldering shoots in Mingzheng's eyes were submerged little by little, and he couldn't help but think of the scene he saw outside the restaurant.

"Brother, it seems to me that Wen Ying sent you back. Did you have a happy birthday?" She raised her chin lightly, but her eyes were a little red.

Mingzheng felt a slight tingle in his heart, "Let's go out for a meal."

"Oh," Fu Ran nodded, "It's getting late, my mother almost exploded my phone, I'll go back first."

"I'll take you off." He groped into his pocket, only then remembered that the car hadn't come back, so he turned around and went to the garage to pick up the car again.

"No need," Fu Ran smelled the alcohol on his body, "I asked the taxi driver to wait for me for a while, I'd better go back in his car, you go in and have a rest."

Ming Zheng followed the trend and saw a taxi with taillights not far away.

Fu Ran said goodnight to him, and walked over while waving. Ming Zheng saw her figure shrinking a little bit in his eyes. Fu Ran opened the car door and got into the back seat, just as Fan Xian called again.

She reasoned that she was late because of overtime work, and Fan Xian told her to drive carefully before hanging up the phone.

The taxi took Fu Ran back to the restaurant. It was almost two o'clock in the morning.

The streets at midnight were so cold that the cold wind penetrated every hole, and every pore was frozen to the point of loss of consciousness.

The restaurant is also closed, except for the occasional 24-hour Kedian and bar clubs, Ying'an City has long been dormant.

After paying the money, Fu Ran got out of the car, and saw her Audi car lying alone in the parking lot from afar.

She tightened her neckline and walked quickly, her nose sensitively smelled a smell of smoke, and when she approached, she found a figure squatting in front of the car, Ming Chengyou heard footsteps, and turned his head with a cigarette in his hand.

"Why are you here?"

Fu Ran noticed the messy cigarette butts at Ming Chengyou's feet.

"I'm waiting for you."

"Where's your car?"

Ming Chengyou stretched out his finger not far away.

"It's getting late, let's go back." Fu Ran opened the car door, Ming Chengyou threw away half of the cigarette in his hand, the thin smoke overflowing from the corner of his mouth made his face obscure, he pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, only staring at her hatefully.

Fu Ran wanted to leave, but Ming Chengyou quickly blocked the car door, "Did you see him?"

"seen."

Ming Cheng Youchu was beside him and didn't speak, Fu Ran pushed his hand away, "I'm going back."

"You come to MR tomorrow."

"Is something wrong?"

"It's about work."

Fu Ran exposed him, "FU will be on vacation the day after tomorrow, and MR will only be in these two days. What else can I do at work?"

"If you come, you will come."

"Okay." Fu Ran sat in the driver's seat, and Ming Chengyou bent down to her ear, "The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is my birthday, so I'll make an appointment for you one day in advance."

Fu Ran turned around, her cheek brushed against the man's soft lips, she stepped back, "Your birthday is full of people for you."

She knew that today was Ming Chengyou's birthday, and she carefully accompanied him through the day that should belong to Ming Chengyou, which no one else knew. Fu Ran was in a complicated mood, and she didn't want to experience the same heaviness again.

Ming Chengyou looked directly at the face that was close at hand, "I don't need others to do it for me."

Fu Ran knew that he was endlessly comparing the truth, "Is it okay to talk about it at that time? I will try my best."

"No, what I want is certainty," Ming Chengyou said firmly, "just like you promised Mingzheng."

Fu Ran was already tired and in a bad mood. After such a blow from Ming Chengyou, he immediately lost his temper, "What did I promise him? What do you want if you can't celebrate his birthday? Ming Chengyou, what do you think of me?" Sample?"

Fu Ran stretched out her hand and pushed Ming Chengyou hard, and regardless of his stagger, she slammed the car door, stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

Ming Chengyou never expected that Fu Ran would lose such a temper. He waited for her here only because of his soft temper, but he broke up in a bad mood.

Fu Ran tightened her hand holding the steering wheel, and burst into tears. She asked for it, so she should act like she didn't know what to do. Mingzheng and Ming Chengyou's birthdays should be on whatever day, Fu Rancao With her eyes closed, she had nowhere to express the depression in her heart, she clenched her hands into fists and pounded on the steering wheel.

The loud noise quickly woke her up again.

She took out a tissue and wiped the corners of her eyes lightly, sobbing uncontrollably in her throat.

But, after all, I couldn't bear it.

She couldn't turn a blind eye to it, she admitted that she couldn't handle everything satisfactorily, just like this time, she deliberately ignored Ming Zheng's disappointment in order to celebrate Ming Chengyou's birthday.

Woke up the next day with a splitting headache.

Fu Ran insisted on going to the studio. There was some finishing work to be done. She didn't go to MR. Knowing that Ming Chengyou was interested, she didn't bother to send it to him for entertainment.

Lin Lin knocked on the office door outside.

"Come in."

"Xiaoran, someone sent flowers."

Lin Lin brought the waiter from the flower shop into the office.Fu Ran caught a cold last night, and now he is feeling dizzy and uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)