fake love

Chapter 197 Say three words to her (3)
On New Year's Eve, You Yingrui returned home. Although Li Yunling persuaded her to stay, she repeatedly insisted on leaving, saying that there were only two parents at home and they needed company more.

"Ruirui is filial." Li Yunling muttered, Ming Chengyou looked up at the bookshelf, Ming Yunfeng's photo was placed in the middle, still serious.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Fu Ran watched the Spring Festival Gala with Fan Xian and Fu Songting in the living room. One message after another was sent on the mobile phone. They were all the same wording. I don't know where they copied it from. Fu Ran picked out a more festive group message.

Holding a cup of scented tea that Fan Xian handed her, Fu Ran gradually became a little absent-minded. There was no notification of a text message on the phone screen. She tucked the cushion behind her and stared at the wall clock on the wall.

She hesitated whether to call Ming Chengyou or not.

Fan Xian and Fu Songting were amused by the sketches on the LED TV. Fu Ran picked up the phone, and the screen vibrated suddenly as if being induced. The caller ID showed Ming Chengyou's number.

Fu Ran looked at the time, and it was almost morning.

She pressed her finger to the answer button, "Hello?"

Ming Chengyou was very quiet on the other side, accompanied by the man's cold but powerful voice, "Go to the study."

Fu Ran was startled, but didn't understand what he meant.

"Hurry up." Ming Chengyou urged.

Fu Ran propped up her upper body, which was sunk in the sofa, and went upstairs wearing slippers. She came to the study with a few steps, panting in her voice.

"Heh," Ming Chengyou couldn't help laughing, "How can you keep up with someone when you are asked to go upstairs?"

"Ming Chengyou!" Fu Ran opened the curtains and pushed open the window, "If you're so shameless, I'll take care of you."

At the gate, a handsome asura-like man was waving in Fu Ran's direction with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. She was lying on the window edge with one hand, her eyes misty, "How do you know that my study has a window facing the door?"

"I've searched all over your house," Ming Chengyou put the flowers on the black roof of the car, and leaned lazily towards the window, with his long legs crossed, "What are you doing?"

"I was watching TV." Fu Ran imitated him, folded his legs from the ankles, "Would you like to come in and sit down?"

"No," Ming Chengyou saw that the hot air he exhaled lightened the coldness in the air, "I just want to talk to you like this."

"Okay." Fu Ran's home had the central air conditioner turned on. She lay outside the window and felt cold, so she casually pulled off a coat that was placed on the desk during the day, "Are you cold?"

"Are you coming down to keep me warm?"

Fu Ran guessed that he would become more and more serious, "If I feel cold, I will get in the car."

Ming Chengyou stepped back and let Fu Ran see the open car window, "The heater is turned on inside, so I don't feel cold by leaning on it like this."

"What did you do today?"

"Eat, sleep," Ming Chengyou thought for a while, "drive."

Fu Ranqing couldn't help laughing, "Let me tell you a joke."

Ming Chengyou nodded.

Because Fu Ran was far away and didn't see him, seeing that he didn't speak, she prepared to speak on her own.

"Is there a monk in a mountain in the past?" Ming Chengyou couldn't help twitching his mouth when he thought of this so-called joke.

"No," Fu Ran said, "It's also about sleeping."

"Oh?" Ming Chengyou was clearly interested.

"What are you thinking about?" Fu Ran sternly said, "I started talking. A reporter interviewed a group of penguins. She asked, what do you usually do? The first penguin said, eating, sleeping, and beating peas. The second The first answer is the same, until the last one, the little penguin said, eat and sleep. The reporter felt very strange and asked, hey, why don’t you hit Doudou? The little penguin said with a smile on his face, because I am Doudou.”

Ming Chengyou couldn't restrain himself, Fu Ran's voice was crisp and clear, "How about it, isn't it funny?"

"I've never heard of it before," Ming Chengyou took out a cigarette case from his pocket, "You must have laughed so hard the first time you heard it, right?"

"Yeah, I have a low laugh."

"It seems that you are as stupid as that reporter. You don't need to ask the answer to know that it is Doudou."

"..."

Fu Ran saw the man raising his hand, "Do you want to smoke?" She remembered that Ming Chengyou would smoke two years ago, but he should not be addicted, "Smoking less, it's not good for your health."

Ming Chengyou snapped his fingers, he put the cigarette in his mouth but didn't light it, "Okay."

Fu Ran stood on tiptoe and leaned out, "Are there any activities these days?"

"Stay with my mother at home. She keeps saying that I don't have much time with her, and I have to visit my father's grave tomorrow."

Fu Ran's first reaction was to think of Zhao Lan. She softened her tone and asked, "Your father, where is he buried?"

"Qingshan."

"Qingshan?" Fu Ran was surprised, "So far away?"

"The place was chosen by my mother. It is surrounded by water and mountains. I have also seen it. It is a very good home in a hundred years."

There was a lingering heaviness in Fu Ran's heart. No matter how powerful he was in life, he couldn't even control the place of burial after death, which really verified the old saying that life does not bring death.

"Fu Ran?" She heard Ming Chengyou calling her on the other end of the phone.

"Yeah." She responded lightly, returning to her senses.

"I want to say three words to you." Ming Chengyou's words fell softly and softly, as if murmured, making people feel numb. Fu Ran couldn't keep up with the jumpiness of his topic, but it was like a woman who couldn't refuse flowers , who can't imagine when they hear three words?
Fu Ran is also a normal person, so she was so gorgeous that she was led by Ming Chengyou, an evildoer. In this situation, there is an atmosphere that cannot be missed by a beautiful day.

She clenched her left hand together, extremely nervous, with wet and greasy sweat between her fingers, Fu Ran heard her heartbeat being pushed to her throat, "Which three words?"

Ming Chengyou suspends her appetite, he raises his hand to remove the unlit cigarette from his mouth, "I like the feeling of being with you!"

"Gone?"

"Gone."

"Ming Chengyou, are these three words?"

He smiled into his heart, "I misremembered," he whispered the words just now, "It's eleven words, maybe there should be an exclamation point."

(End of this chapter)