fake love

Chapter 186 Reconnecting (2)
During the period, Fan Xian called. Fu Ran only said that he was staying overnight at Qin Mumu's house, and that his arm injury would definitely not be hidden, and he would only talk about it when he got home tomorrow.

Ming Chengyou also fully experienced Fu Ran's stubbornness. Even though he was with her, she still kept her eyes wide open and did not dare to relax. Ming Chengyou turned on the TV, Fu Ran blinked his tired eyes, and he adjusted her to a comfortable position. You lowered his head and stared at the person in his arms, and the chest where her face rested was filled with dullness and unknown feelings.

He still doesn't know, it's a kind of pity.

Ming Chengyou's eyes fell on the TV screen. Fu Ran was not interested in the boring economic news. She stretched out her hand under the quilt and saw that there was still half a bottle of medicine in the drip bottle.

Tiredness hit her, she squinted her eyes, a little peace of mind was replaced by fear in her heart, Fu Ran's face moved on Ming Chengyou's chest, the female anchor's methodical voice became the best lullaby, and Ming Chengyou's palm could not help stroking her Looking down, she was soundly asleep.

Fu Ran slept very well this time, turned over and didn't feel the pain of being pulled by the infusion tube. Fu Ran didn't see Ming Chengyou when she opened her eyes. She hurriedly stood up and looked at the IV bottle. The white tape was attached, and there was a slight pain.

The lights in the ward were turned off, and it was clear at a glance that there was a figure in the dining room. Ming Chengyou was standing with his back to her. There was a faint appetizing fragrance in the air, and Fu Ran felt hungry. She Lifting the quilt and getting out of bed, the footsteps of wearing cotton slippers were very light. Ming Chengyou couldn't help repeating a movement with his right hand. Fu Ran was very curious, "What are you doing?"

Without looking back, Ming Chengyou stretched his left hand behind him, "Wake up."

Fu Ran put her hands into the pockets of the hospital gown, and she stood beside Ming Chengyou, "What are you doing?"

He put his arm around her shoulder, "Didn't you say you don't want to eat, I'm cooking porridge."

"Cooking porridge?" She raised her eyebrows, and her energy improved a lot. Sure enough, she saw that Ming Chengyou was stirring the spoon in his hand, and his posture was decent. Fu Ran took a closer look, and it was thick and sticky. Millet porridge, not to mention appetizing, the appearance alone is the best.

"Hungry? Go to the side and wait."

Fu Ran supported the edge of the table with her palm, "Where did you buy it for heating?"

Ming Chengyou's original good mood was shattered by her words. He frowned and tapped the bottom of the pot with a spoon, "Which of your eyes can tell that I bought it? Isn't it just cooking porridge?"

Look down on people is not.

"Oh." Fu Ran responded lightly, and saw a small bowl next to her. She took out the chopsticks and the bowl, washed them, and sat at the dining table, waiting to eat.

Her left hand is wrapped in gauze, her right hand is supporting her side face, Ming Chengyou's coat is thrown on the sofa beside her, a pure white linen shirt and black suit trousers, the simplest combination, it just shows the unique temperament of this man Come.

He stood with the backlight, and saw the orange color sprinkled all over his shoulders, and the movements of his hands were soft and gentle. At this time, he was not the Ming Sanshao who had a strong hand in the mall. Fu Ran was in a daze for a moment, until the man's eyes met her, That's why she pretended to be calm.

The VIP ward is good, and there are everything in the restaurant.

Ming Chengyou put the packaged dishes into the microwave oven to heat up, and the long dining table was set up half of the place. Seeing that Fu Ran was eating with gusto, he said, "The people in the supermarket told me to boil the water before putting in the millet. It won't stick to the pot, how does it taste?"

"Can porridge have any taste?" Fu Ran raised her eyes and replied calmly.

Ming Chengyou's radiant eyes dimmed, and Fu Ran also knew that she was being unkind, so she suppressed a smile, "Okay, the taste is very good."

Ming Chengyou tapped the edge of Fu Ran's bowl with the chopsticks in his hand, "To be honest, I have never seen a woman as heartless as you."

The sweet and smooth millet porridge was swallowed down the throat. Fu Ran raised her head, her face was normal, and she was about to speak, but Ming Chengyou took the first step, "Fu Ran, shall we start again?"

With a very ordinary tone, but the words were thrown loudly, Ming Chengyou let go of the chopsticks in his hand, and looked at Fu Ran with focused and serious eyes.

Compared to his attitude, Fu Ran squeezed her chopsticks nervously, something stuck in her throat, she lowered her head and remained silent.

He vaguely heard Ming Chengyou's sigh, and after a while, he spoke again, "Then let me put it another way, Fu Ran, shall we have a relationship?"

Ignoring Fu Ran's reaction, he went on and said, "The beginning of the two of us was due to marriage. After all, we have no basis for feelings when we are together. Unlike ordinary people, we all fall in love first and then have future affairs. Fu Ran, let's try to have a relationship."

Fu Ran stirred the porridge in the bowl with a spoon, "Ming Chengyou, if you no longer appear in my life, we can all live a simple life. Really, after we get involved, we may really have to face it in the future." A lot of things we don't want to face."

"If you are destined to be unable to escape, it is the same to face it early or late."

Is it just like some retributions, it's not that they don't repay, but it's just that the time has not yet come?

Seeing that Fu Ran was silent, Ming Chengyou picked up the chopsticks to pick up food for her, "Are you worried about something?"

She was lost in thought, then shook her head again, "No."

Ming Chengyou didn't ask any more questions. After dinner, Fu Ran got up to clean up. He pushed his hand, "Leave it alone. Someone will come in to deal with it later."

He really thinks this is a resort hotel.

Fu Ran rolled up the cuff of her right hand and kicked the trash can over with her foot. Many dishes remained intact, which was a waste.Seeing her going into battle with injuries, Ming Chengyou was naturally unwilling. With a reluctance on his face, he said, "Go and rest, I'll take care of it."

Seeing him pulling his sleeves, Fu Ran stepped back and pointed to the bowls she had eaten and the things used to cook porridge, "These must be cleaned and returned to their original positions."

Ming Chengyou ignored him, and first dumped all the leftovers into the trash can. Fu Ran saw his figure rushing back and forth. She would be particularly vulnerable when she was in bed, she shook her head and chuckled, she wasn't sick yet.

"What are you laughing at?" Suddenly, the man heard slightly displeased words, "Is it funny that I look like this?"

(End of this chapter)