fake love

Chapter 183: Breaking the Love (2)
Fu Ran knew that Ming Chengyou couldn't be blamed for this, but she really felt that Ming's house was a deep pool of water, and it was black, filthy beyond her imagination. Until he was standing on the edge of the pool.

If you take a step back, you will be lost forever.

She woke up suddenly, and she was glad that she woke up in time.

Fu Ran pushed Ming Chengyou to leave, but the snow on the road condensed into ice, her foot slipped and she fell forward suddenly, her left elbow subconsciously hit the ground, she quickly turned over and lay on the ground in pain.

"Fu Ran!" Ming Chengyou strode to her side, bent down and put his arms around her waist and lifted her up, "Where did you fall?"

She reluctantly got up, the sweater and trousers were stained with dirt, Fu Ran's arm was scratched due to the ground, the dark red blood stains fell to the ground along the elbow, and the side was swollen and bruised, which was shocking.

Ming Chengyou couldn't hide the panic that flashed in his eyes for a moment. He grabbed Fu Ran's arm and pulled her into his arms, "What's the matter with you, didn't you be fine yesterday? If you have something to say, who bullied you?"

"Don't worry about it!" she almost yelled.

Ming Chengyou was startled, but was yelled at by her for a long time and fell silent.

Fu Ran walked past him and limped towards her car.

Ming Chengyou held her hand, "Where do you want to go when you are so hurt?"

"I said, don't worry about it." The roar just now almost exhausted all her strength, Fu Ran softened her voice, her arm hurts like it was taken off abruptly, she is full of temper now and has nowhere to vent, Ming Chengyou is undoubtedly hit the muzzle.

He didn't have time to stay here with her, Ming Chengyou grabbed her arm, opened the passenger seat with the other hand, and forced Fu Ran into it.

She wanted to struggle, but he held her shoulder with his palm. The seat belt became the most powerful weapon to restrain Fu Ran. Ming Chengyou slammed on the car door, and quickly walked around the front of the car and sat in the driver's seat.

The movement was done in one go, and Fu Ran saw her red Audi quickly backing away from her eyes, "My bag is still in it!"

Ming Chengyou stepped on the accelerator and drove the car faster.

The heater in the car soaked into the body like moistening things silently, and the cold and warm alternated. Fu Ran hugged his shoulders with his hands, and his teeth were trembling from the cold.

Ming Chengyou's suit was also soaked. He controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and turned his body to reach the bag on the rear seat with his backhand.

Holding a black boutique bag on his slender fingertips, he looked forward again, and stuffed the bag into Fu Ran's hand, "Put it on."

She opened it casually, and saw that it was a shawl. At first glance, the colors were dazzling, but it was actually a minority ethnic style drawn with different silk threads and [-] colors. Fu Ran preferred this kind, and there were similar ones before. I went to the mall two days ago and wanted to buy one, but I couldn't find the one I liked.

Some things can be caught at a glance.

She took it out and put it around her shoulders, and through the makeup mirror, she saw her two collarbones looming, showing her charm.

"Happy?" Ming Chengyou looked at her with a half-smile.

Fu Ran frowned before she was about to speak, she glanced at his coat, the dripping water dripped on the leather seat, and facing the warm wind again, she pursed her lips, "You'd better take off the coat .”

Ming Chengyou focused on driving. After all, the road conditions were not good, and some places were icy and easy to slip. "I don't have a third hand," he stretched out his arm, "help me take it off."

Fu Ran pretended to turn a blind eye, "Where are you taking me?"

"Hospital," Ming Chengyou withdrew his hand, "Your parents really think I bullied you when you go back like this."

Fu Ran turned her face away from the window, the vast whiteness more and more reflected the powerlessness and desolation in the bottom of her heart, the pain in her arm was gradually waking up, she leaned her face to the car window, her restless mood gradually subsided with the falling snowflakes , her eyes are directed somewhere, but without focus.

In fact, there is no essential difference between Ming Yunfeng's encounter with You Zhaofu's instigation back then. An unintentional or intentional act can't change her subverted life. Her consciousness became more and more clear, not only pain, but also thinking.

If You Zhaofu was really doing her best, he should have told the truth when he told Fan Xian in the morning. He said it was because he was afraid of the influence of the Ming family, but this contradicted telling the truth, and there was a more important point .

Ming Yunfeng could tell her such a secret before he died, there is no reason to keep it hidden, and what You Zhaofu said when he told Fan Xian coincided with Ming Yunfeng, Fu Ran just couldn't figure it out, If what You Zhaofu said the first time was true, why did you change your mind today?
Her eyes met Ming Chengyou's unexpectedly, and if this incident was revealed, the most likely thing would be to prevent her and Ming Chengyou from starting over again.

Hesitation flashed between the man's brows, and Fu Ran avoided his gaze and looked out the window.

Ying'an City, a military hospital.

Ming Chengyou just remembered to take off his coat before getting out of the car, the car body was splashed with mud, he slammed the car door and walked in with his arms around Fu Ran's shoulders.

"I can walk by myself."

Ming Chengyou's eyes touched her red and swollen wound. He insisted on hugging her despite Fu Ran's objection. He went straight to the third floor without queuing up for registration. He asked Fu Ran to sit on the chair outside the outpatient clinic. Ming Chengyou knocked on the doctor's door. Go in through the office door.

It took only about ten minutes before he waved to Fu Ran at the door.

The pain was severe, and a patient who came out stared at her unkindly. Fu Ran was thin-skinned, and Ming Chengyou must have joined the team and was tough. Seeing her dying slowly, Ming Chengyou simply grabbed Fu Ran and dragged her in. .

Sitting in front of the office was a doctor in a white coat. He was in his early fifties, and his nameplate said Director of the Department of Orthopedics.

Next to him was a small follower, an intern in his 20s.

Fu Ran was pushed down on the stool by Ming Chengyou, and he carefully raised her hand, "Uncle Song, is this hand okay?"

The doctor raised his glasses and reached out to grab Fu Ran's arm, "How did you make it like this?"

"Accidentally fell." Fu Ran replied.

"You'll have to take a film to find out," the doctor gestured and exerted force on her elbow, and before she could speak, she heard Fu Ran's cry of pain, "It seems that the injury is not serious, go take a film first, and come back to treat the wound."

Fu Ran thought it was unlucky that something like this happened to her during the Chinese New Year.

(End of this chapter)