fake love

Chapter 218 Spiritual Love (1)
"I'll say it one last time, he's not my brother!" Ming Zheng pushed open the door with one hand and slammed it shut.

Zhao Lan didn't know about her son's grievances, but Ming Yunfeng had promised him that no matter what, she would treat Ming Chengyou and Ming Zheng as her sons.

After Ming Chengyou dried his hair, he threw the towel aside without looking back, "Who is it?"

Fu Ran walked into the room cautiously carrying the noodle bowl, "I see that you hardly ate much at night, so someone cooked a bowl of noodles for you."

"It's thanks to you that you figured it out and let me sit with them."

Fu Ran put the noodle bowl on the tea table, "Don't be stingy, come over and eat noodles, and live long after eating."

Ming Chengyou looked away from the steaming bowl of noodles, his eyes seemed to be in a trance, Fu Ran took out the chopsticks and handed them to him, Ming Chengyou absent-mindedly scooped up a piece of noodles, looking at the two poached eggs in the bowl, "Can you really live longer?"

"Yes, yes," Fu Ran said perfunctorily, she sat cross-legged on the carpet, folded her hands and rested her face on the back of her hands, "Eat."

He was really hungry. Ming Chengyou rolled up the noodles with his chopsticks when Mingzheng and Zhao Lan could swallow the rice. After a few mouthfuls, he immediately felt a lot more comfortable in his stomach, "Do you want to eat?"

Fu Ran shook her head, "I'm full for dinner."

Ming Chengyou brought the noodle bowl to Fu Ran's mouth, "Drink the noodle soup."

Fu Ran pushed his hand away, propping up his chin with the palm of his right hand, "Is it delicious?"

"It's okay." Ming Chengyou said without raising his head.

Fu Ran walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and it seemed that she should be able to go down the mountain tomorrow.

Ming Chengyou pushed the noodle bowl aside, took Fu Ran's coat from the hanger and put it on for her.

"Chengyou, I'm sorry, I left your gift at home."

"Hey," Ming Chengyou sighed softly. "Then what to do?"

"I'll supply you after I go down the mountain tomorrow." Fu Ran's eyes were still staring out of the window.

"No," Ming Chengyou put his hands through Fu Ran's waist, "You ruined my good day, you have to make it up to me."

Listening to these words, it was as if she had strangled the children of many red seedlings.

Ming Chengyou took Fu Ran's hand and walked out, she held the door frame with one hand, "Where are you going so late?"

"Pay my gift."

"Oh." Fu Ran reluctantly responded, letting Ming Chengyou hold her hand and walk to the elevator.

The two walked out of the revolving door, Ming Chengyou stood in front of the huge bonsai, Fu Ran put his hands to his lips and breathed, "There are shops nearby, but there are not many good things, what gift do you want, I will buy it for you first? "

Ming Chengyou squinted at her.

Fu Ran touched it, "I forgot to bring my wallet, I'll go up and get it."

Ming Chengyou put his arms around her waist, "What to buy, there are cemeteries around here."

Footsteps were walking down the stone steps, a huge square was covered with snowflakes, Fu Ran staggered behind him, Ming Chengyou kept his eyes on the right path, and raised his legs to walk into the snow.

Fu Ran hurriedly grabbed him, "Get drunk, don't look at the road when you walk."

Without saying a word, Ming Chengyou dragged her into the snow, he let go of Fu Ran's hand, bent down and squatted down, holding the snowflakes in both hands and began to arrange the shape.

Fu Ran leaned over curiously, "What are you doing?"

Ming Chengyou said without turning his head, "Hurry up and help me, make me a cake."

"Don't be afraid of the cold."

Ming Chengyou concentrated on picking up a pile of snow and patting it. Seeing his concentration, Fu Ran imitated him. A huge cake model was quickly made. Fu Ran took the snow in his palm and stepped in, "Cake If you want candles, I'll make some nice ones for you."

Ming Chengyou turned his head to look at her, and the hot air from his breath caught their eyes. Fu Ran set up several so-called candles that resembled snowmen, some were thick and some were thin, and their shapes were different.

Ming Chengyou found a tree branch and handed it to her. Fu Ran understood, and wrote obliquely on the center of the cake: Ming Chengyou, happy birthday.

The palms of both hands were red from the cold, but there was almost a burning sensation. Fu Ran withdrew from the cake circle, and Ming Chengyou also finished making the side plate. He returned to Fu Ran's side contentedly, "This is much better than the one just now."

"Make a wish."

Ming Chengyou actually closed his eyes in a decent manner.

Fu Ran leaned over, "What wish did you make?"

"I can't tell you." Ming Chengyou was rarely serious.

"It's really stingy." Fu Ran picked up the scribbles on the branch next to her, and Ming Chengyou said to her with a smile, "I made a wish, I hope I can live a long life."

Fu Ran laughed out loud, "It's really vulgar."

"Let me treat you to a cake." Ming Chengyou squatted down, held the snow and brought it to Fu Ran's mouth. She lowered her head and glanced before she opened her mouth. Very light, the sudden coolness made the pores shrink unconsciously, and there was a cold taste in the mouth.

Half of the snow ball rolled to his chest, Fu Ran caught it with his hands and threw it directly to Ming Chengyou's forehead, "I hate it!"

She held back for a long time before choking out these two words.

Zhao Lan walked into Mingzheng's room, and after looking around, he saw his son on the balcony. Mingzheng had a cigarette between his fingers, and the glass of red wine next to him had bottomed out, and only the remaining dark red juice could be seen.

Following Ming Zheng's line of sight, she saw Fu Ran and Ming Chengyou playing in the square, and Zhao Lan leaned close to Ming Zheng, "Xiao Ran, is that the girl you liked before entering Ming's house?"

Ming Zheng took a deep breath, staring at the figures of the two as if no one else was there.

Zhao Lan pressed her hand to Ming Zheng's shoulder distressedly, "Mom, I'm sorry for you. From the time I gave birth to you to now, I selfishly wanted you to integrate into the Ming family, but I really ignored your feelings."

Mingzheng's eyes were moved, and he couldn't bear it, so he said helplessly, "Mom, it's all over."

Through the distance where the smoke curled up, he saw the two downstairs who were hugging and kissing, but the gap between eyes and eyes closed seemed to be as far away as the end of the world, and he couldn't hold it even if he stretched out his hand.

Fu Ran lay on Ming Chengyou's shoulders, and her heart jumped with happiness and sense of belonging that she had never had before. She looked at the huge cake, and her heart was already filled to the brim.

The hotel security rushed over and said that they had made a mess of the road that had just been cleaned. Fu Ran was busy apologizing, but Ming Sanshao was in a good mood today, so he threw out the ticket and asked him to clean up quickly, "Don't ruin my cake Already, or else you will look good."

(End of this chapter)