fake love

Chapter 202: Almost Exposed (4)
Kuangzi told everyone to leave, and You Yingrui walked out of Zhongjing Haoting. As soon as he went out the gate, all the reporters who were ambushing in the dark ran out. It was really hard for them to watch until midnight in such a cold day.

I didn't know who to point the flashing light at. They all wore costumes for a masquerade party, and masks matching their identities.
Kuangzi opened the door of the rear seat, and You Yingrui bent down to enter.

Luxury cars drove towards their homes in different directions. Some people didn't even know Kuang Zi themselves, that is, friends of friends, or friends of friends of friends. In short, the relationship was far away.

Kuang Zi stretched his arms out of the window, with a cigarette between his fingers, the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't help laughing out loud, "Let me tell you, only the Third Young Master can come up with such a way, you didn't read the reporter's report just now?" His face has turned the color of a pig's liver."

You Yingrui took off the mask, she seemed not very interested, she looked at her appearance in the rearview mirror of the car, she looked like a clown, extremely funny.

Kuang Zi noticed something was wrong with her, "What's wrong?"

"Kuang Zi, you are Cheng You's childhood friend, so you must know him very well, right?"

Kuangzi took a deep breath on the cigarette, and the remaining half of the ash in his hand popped out, sporadic sparks splashed everywhere, he closed the car window, looked at You Yingrui with deep eyes, and changed his face, "What do you want to ask?" ?”

"Can you tell that he likes me?" You Yingrui asked directly, without beating around the bush.

Kuang Zi stared at her through the rearview mirror, "Ying Rui, you have always been by San Shao's side for two years."

You Yingrui's eyes flashed coldly, "How I wish you could tell me one day that Chengyou always likes me."

Kuang Zi has a straightforward personality, and he can't tell lies anyway, let alone a woman. Ming Chengyou is a favorite of You Yingrui, and he thought at first that he must have feelings. Men, who stipulates that they must be specific of?
But I saw Ming Chengyou and Fu Ran eating in a restaurant, and Ming Chengyou almost fell out with him because of her. At that time, he wished he could go up and beat him up. Do.

"Ying Rui, the third young master and Fu Ran can't go together," he looked forward, "He has fallen into a dead circle, the more he likes it, the more Fu Ran's move to leave at the beginning will strangle him I can't breathe. In our eyes, maybe it's okay to think about it, but I think it's difficult for him."

You Yingrui took out a wet wipe and wiped it at the corner of her eyes, "What else can I do, I've been here for two years, just wait."

Her words were helpless, Kuang Zi listened and picked up the water on the passenger seat and handed it to her, "Drink some."

"Thank you."

Ming Chengyou went downstairs and frowned when he saw the mess in the living room. He kicked away the drink can. The pungent smell of smoke mixed with the smell of alcohol, he could smell another smell sensitively.

Ming Chengyou opened the kitchen door, and saw a soup bowl on the countertop, which was also turned upside down with a soup bowl. He tried it with his hand, and it was completely cold.

Move the bowl away, it's You Yingrui's specialty soup, and it's also what he likes to drink on weekdays.

Ming Chengyou stared in a daze, and put the soup bowl back again.

He turned and went up to the second floor.

You Yingrui stood at the gate of the community and bid farewell to Kuangzi, "Thank you, Kuangzi, be careful when driving on the road."

"You're still so polite to me," Kuang Zi waved his hand, "Let's go."

She turned around and entered the community, and the phone in her bag rang. It was the ringtone she had set for Ming Chengyou. You Yingrui fumbled in the bag with her right hand, and found it after a long while.

"Hey?"

"Ying Rui." The man's voice was full of magnetism, and her impatience was instantly calmed down by a simple statement, and she softened her tone, "Chengyou, what's the matter?"

"Are you home?" Ming Chengyou picked up the wine glass and walked to the balcony. The night wind pricked his skin gently like a needle. He took a sip, and the light red liquid slid down his throat.

You Yingrui walked forward in small steps, "Well, Kuang Zi just sent me home."

"Don't worry about what happened today, just take a good rest."

"Okay," You Yingrui swiped her card to enter the apartment, "Chengyou, there is soup I made in the kitchen, you can warm it up and drink some, and also, drink less wine."

"I know," Ming Chengyou waved his fingers slightly, watching the wine red overflowing from the mouth of the transparent goblet, "I'm dead."

"Ah."

Ming Chengyou looked away from the distance, pressed the edge of his cup against the corner of his lips, and drank it down in one gulp.

Unsurprisingly, the Gouzi team had such a rare opportunity to catch You Yingrui, so they naturally wanted to add fuel to the matter.

Ming Chengyou turned on the computer, and there was a black and bold headline: Mysterious girl stays at Zhongjing Haoting, and the romantic three young men are hard to come by.

Ming Chengyou pressed his fingers to the center of his eyebrows, feeling quite a headache, the Merry Third Young Master, he raised a mocking smile, even the title was nothing new.

There is no doubt that the photo was taken, and it also attached the time when You Yingrui entered Zhongjing Haoting, but it was indeed as she said, except for a bloated black down jacket and scarf, let alone the face, even the figure are difficult to distinguish.

There are still many photos of people in the back, but due to the costumes of the masquerade party and the dim lighting, almost all of them can't see their faces clearly. The reporter obviously understands that this is the trick of Shao Mingsan to get out of the shell. The report is large and the text is ambiguous. Daydream.

The mobile phone on the table rang, Ming Chengyou stared at the computer screen, he took it casually, and saw that it was Fu Ran.

After receiving a call from You Yingrui last night, he prepared for the worst. Ming Chengyou swiped his finger across the screen to connect, "Hi, Fu Ran."

"have you woken up?"

Fu Ran's voice was full of bed breath, maybe he hadn't woken up yet, Ming Chengyou slid his finger down, searched for a few links but couldn't find a clear figure about You Yingrui, "Get up early." Ming Chengyou closed the computer, got up Go to the balcony.

"Fu Ran?"

"what?"

The corners of Ming Chengyou's mouth were tightly pursed, wondering if Fu Ran had seen the news, but the outside world paid too much attention to him, and he might not be able to hide it until noon. He suddenly felt a headache, and lightly pressed his slender fingers on his temples, deciding not to call himself.

(End of this chapter)