fake love

Chapter 207 The Mysterious Locked Room (4)
Fu Ran bit her lower lip and nodded.

"But it's so difficult for my mother to see him now. She said that if she dies, she will be liberated and she will be able to see him." Ming Zheng raised his red eyes and looked at Fu Ran, "Where is he hiding? You know it, right?"

Fu Ran clenched her hands on her knees into fists, and then slowly loosened them, "Brother, go back and tell your aunt to rest in peace, and I'll tell her when she's better."

Ming Zheng raised his eyes and stared at Fu Ran motionlessly, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Fu Ran sent Ming Zheng out of Fu's house, "Which hospital is Auntie?"

"Second House."

Fu Ran nodded, her expression slightly heavy.

Ming Chengyou came to Fu's house in the afternoon and took Fu Ran to Zhongjing Haoting. It was rare to live a leisurely life without going to work. Fu Ran was not familiar with Zhongjing Haoting, after all, he had been here only a handful of times.

Ming Chengyou let her take a look at it casually, while he went to the restaurant to make coffee.

Fu Ran went up the stairs to the second floor, and the door of Ming Chengyou's room was open. She walked in and visited for a while, then came out, opened the door next to it, and saw that it was a study.

This is what makes a villa so good. There are rooms everywhere, and every door is an independent private space.

Ming Chengyou called her downstairs, but Fu Ran didn't hear her. She walked along the corridor and passed a door panel inadvertently with her fingers.

Unscrewed the doorknob, it was locked.

Fu Ran tried again, and it was really locked.

This is also the only locked room in the entire villa.

Ming Chengyou's footsteps went from far to near, Fu Ranchu was at the door, turned his face away and said, "Chengyou, whose room is still locked."

A trace of unnaturalness flashed in Ming Chengyou's eyes, and he quickened his pace and walked to Fu Ran's side.

"The coffee is ready, go sit down."

Fu Ran's right hand was still on the doorknob, "I turned around, and it seems that only this room is locked."

Ming Chengyou supported the door panel with his palm, whose room this was, he knew best in his heart.

"The people inside mean a lot to me."

Fu Ran snorted, eyes drooping slightly, and cast his eyes on Ming Chengyou's chest. Seeing her silent, Ming Chengyou laughed secretly. He took the key from the study room and put it in Fu Ran's hand, "Open it, To save you from saying that I have the possibility of hiding in a golden house."

Fu Ran was pinching the metal buckle. Everyone was curious. The more she hid it, the more uncomfortable it was like being scratched by a cat's paw. She didn't say anything polite like I believe you. Anyway, she wanted to Look, why bother to find excuses for yourself?

"Then I can open it."

Ming Chengyou's chest was pressed against Fu Ran's back, and her hands rested on Fu Ran's shoulders. With her head down, she inserted the key into the lock cylinder, and then slowly turned it like opening a Pandora's box.

The heavy door panel was pushed open. After all, it was not a horror movie, and there would be no ripping sound as if the strings were tensed and about to be snapped. Fu Ran walked in.

Ming Chengyou glanced across the room. The things You Yingrui left here were cleaned up thoroughly. The curtains and even the bedding covers were changed from bright colors to dark ones. There were almost no extra decorations in the room, a bed and a bookcase and a work desk.

The high-grade floor exuded the original luster and fragrance of wood. When Fu Ran came to the room, she saw a one-meter-long saber on the desk. She didn't need to guess to know that it belonged to Ming Yunfeng.

Taking a closer look, there is a photo next to the saber.

Fu Ran stood in front of the desk, unable to bear it, her voice was hoarse and full of regret, "Chengyou, at first I thought you would not forgive him."

No one else could understand Ming Yunfeng's decision that day.

Ming Chengyou hugged Fu Ran behind himself, "He is my father, and even my mother said that the one he likes is her son in the end. What else can I complain about?"

Fu Ran was startled when she heard this, her face turned pale, she covered the back of Ming Chengyou's hand clasped in front of her abdomen with both hands, Fu Ran leaned back, and leaned on his neck, "Yes, his favorite It will always be you, the deceased is gone, let us let him go with peace of mind."

Ming Chengyou leaned against Fu Ran's cheek, staring at the photo on the table with his obsidian eyes.

Fu Ran felt the man's steady breathing rate, and the sharp eyes in Ming Yunfeng's photo made her flustered. She thought of what Ming Yunfeng said to Ming Zheng before he died, and also thought of the secret he said. Ran closed her eyes, not knowing what to say.

She knew that Ming Chengyou would not agree. Fu Ran didn't want to say these words in front of Ming Yunfeng's photo.

She let go of her hand and walked towards the bookshelf, which should be books Ming Yunfeng had read before his death, some medals and other items, and there was a hardcover notebook in the corner.

Ming Chengyou followed Fu Ran's gaze, and he took out the notebook and handed it to her, "My mother gave it to me when she sorted out her belongings."

Fu Ran opened it casually, and there were certificates and photos of Ming Chengyou since he was a child, as well as some essays of Ming Yunfeng, which roughly recorded information such as the time when Ming Chengyou received the certificate. How hard the fatherly love is maintained.

Fu Ran picked up a photo. At that time, Ming Chengyou was at most three or four years old, wearing a small military uniform and riding a horse, and still waving a whip in his hand.

As cute as you want, with round eyes like grapes, Fu Ran stroked her finger, "It's so cute."

Ming Chengyou stroked his eyebrows with his palm and motioned her to turn back. Fu Ran held a photo in both hands as a treasure, "It's so cute, so cute, Chengyou, how did you look like this when you were young?"

Fu Ran pointed at the redness in the center of his eyebrows, "Whoever ordered it for you is just like a little girl."

"Haven't you ever photographed it?" Ming Chengyou sneered, "This is the trend of that era, what a little girl."

Fu Ran has never taken a photo before, and ten yuan a piece is considered a luxury for the You family.

She turned back silently, Ming Chengyou noticed her strangeness, he put his hands through Fu Ran's waist and hugged her, "I will take you to shoot some other day."

"Who wants to take pictures," Fu Ran said with a smile, followed by Ming Chengyou's slightly larger photos, still cute, "When did you evolve into what you are now?"

"I don't know." Ming Chengyou touched his side face, and Fu Ran held the photo of the little general, "Give me this one, it's so cute."

(End of this chapter)