fake love

Chapter 205 The Mysterious Locked Room (2)
Ming Chengyou clenched his eyebrows and did not speak.

"Could it be your boss?"

Ming Chengyou shook his head without thinking, "If he knows, can Fu Ran still hide it? He doesn't need it at all."

"Third Young Master, I still have some words to persuade you, stop it as soon as possible, it will not be good for anyone if this matter breaks out in the future, and it is not fair to deal with Rui..."

"Quangzi!" Ming Chengyou interrupted him impatiently.

"Okay, okay, I'm too lazy to care about your shit," Kuang Zi said bitterly, then raised his voice after a pause, "I said, if I persuade you like this, you won't end up suspecting that I did it, will you?"

Sometimes the noise of the situation is really a headache.

"Go fuck your woman."

"Damn, you—" Kuang Zi's voice almost lifted the roof of Ming Chengyou's car, "Damn you swearing, shit!"

Ming Chengyou moved the phone away from his ear and cut it off at the right time.

After picking a few films with Fu Ran, we returned to Zhongjing Haoting, and the security guards strengthened their patrols, but we didn't see the reporter again.

Fu Ran changed into her slippers and walked into the living room. The room had been cleaned and the servants were not there. Ming Chengyou took Fu Ran's hand and went to the third floor. The life style of the Ming family is really embarrassing. The cinema can accommodate twenty people and projection tools.

Fu Ran had seen these things in Yiyun Capital before.

It also seems to be Li Yunling's true love.

Fu Ran sat in the first row, and the films she picked were relatively easy, since they were Chinese New Year's Eve after all.

When Ming Chengyou was ready, he returned to Fu Ran's side. It was a complete comedy that could make people laugh out loud.

They watched the movie like ordinary lovers, and they would kiss when they were deeply in love, and Fu Ran would no longer resist. She tried to respond, and gradually tightened her hands on Ming Chengyou's back.

The second film is more boring, it should be said that it is more literary and artistic. Ming Chengyou rests his head on Fu Ran's shoulders and closes his eyes. She has always been more attentive when watching movies. A man and a woman kissing on the screen.

How can a good day become a memory of this situation.

He leaned over, gently opened his thin lips and curled the tip of his tongue around Fu Ran's small, white and tender earlobe. She was suddenly attacked. Ming Chengyou saw the seductive flush on the skin behind her ears. Fu Ran's waist made her unable to move.

How could Ming Chengyou forget, this is her sensitive place.

The breathing in his ear was getting heavier, he put one hand behind Fu Ran's head, and the corner of his mouth held her lips deeply, Ming Chengyou took Fu Ran's hand and let her hug his neck tightly.

This movie was a waste. Fu Ran walked out of the theater with Ming Chengyou, her face was still flushed, her lips were slightly swollen, and her forehead was covered with sweat.

If it wasn't for the hunger and hunger, Ming Chengyou would not let her go.

The two of them were going to have lunch together, when Fan Xian called just now and asked Fu Ran to bring Ming Chengyou there.

The car just drove out of the gate of Zhongjing Haoting. I didn't expect that there were still reporters who were unwilling to give up. It was not easy to sneak in in disguise. The camera was aimed at the car. The female reporter raised the microphone and held the rearview mirror with the other hand. Maybe you want to drive Just the sacrifice that was crushed over me.

Ming Chengyou frowned with a headache, his face was livid, Fu Ran glanced at him, thinking that if he was one of those reporters, he would retreat quickly to save his life.

"The daughter of the Fu family! It's her!" The camera blocking the front of the car pointed at Fu Ran who was sitting in the passenger seat. Are you the mysterious woman in Hao Ting? Do you have anything to clarify for him regarding the outside world's comments on San Shao?"

Fu Ran matched her fingers, and opened her palm to Ming Chengyou.

Ming Chengyou leaned against the seat, and the scene fell into a stalemate.

Someone started to take pictures in a hurry.

Ming Chengyou unlocked the central lock, and Fu Ran quickly grabbed his arm, "Don't be impulsive."

"I look impulsive?"

Fu Ran stared at Ming Chengyou's handsome face, and slowly let go of her hand.

He pushed open the car door and went out, "Where are you going back and forth, please?"

The female reporter raised the microphone to Ming Chengyou's mouth, "Third Young Master, may I ask when did you and Ms. Fu start to reconnect? She left when you were down and down before, didn't you complain at all? Is there something wrong with it?" Can you tell us some hidden secrets that are not known to others?"

Ming Chengyou turned his face sideways, looked at Fu Ran who was sitting in the passenger seat with deep eyes, "No comment."

The reporter gave full play to the spirit of not being able to beat Xiaoqiang to death, and only after he chased and fought fiercely did he have food. "Then, what is your relationship with Ms. Fu now? Is the mysterious woman last night really her?"

Ming Chengyou pushed aside the microphone with the label of a certain TV station in the reporter's hand. He strode around the front of the car and opened the door of the passenger seat. Seeing this, Fu Ran also got out of the car in cooperation.

She also guessed a little bit in her heart, and took this opportunity to admit that she was the one who went in last night, which could be said to calm down the farce in the first place.

The female reporter's eyes lit up suddenly, and the camera next to her seized the opportunity to snap shots.

Ming Chengyou lowered his face impatiently, "No."

"Isn't the mysterious woman Miss Fu?"

"Ah."

Fu Ran collected her expression, raised her chin slightly, and only saw the corner of the man's resolute mouth from a light angle.

"Last night was a masquerade party. The person you mentioned just came to arrange it in advance." Ming Chengyou reached out to hold Fu Ran's hand, and then presented the picture of interlocking fingers in front of everyone, "As you can see, Fu Ran and I are together again, and if nothing unexpected happens, we will consider getting married and having children."

Fu Ran's tightly clenched fingers couldn't restrain her trembling. She leaned against Ming Chengyou's side, and the heat source in the man's body was transmitted to her through the fabric. Some people exclaimed, and some rushed to capture first-hand information.

"Congratulations," the female reporter wanted to dig deeper, "what prompted you to start over?"

"We're together if we like it." Ming Chengyou understated, "We still have something to do, you guys get out of the way, or I'll still call the security guard over."

After finishing speaking, Ming Chengyou hugged Fu Ran's shoulders and led her to the open car door. He motioned for Fu Ran to sit in, then slammed the door and returned to his seat.

(End of this chapter)