fake love

Chapter 236 The last, the sweetness left in memory (2)
The palm of her hand kept rubbing against the back of her head, and her thin lips could not say any words of promise. Fu Ran hugged Ming Chengyou's back tightly with both hands, thinking about it, she couldn't understand her hatred, and pinched him with two fingers.

Despite the pain, Ming Chengyou endured it.

"have you eaten yet?"

Fu Ran shook her head, "I was brought here as soon as I left the studio."

Ming Chengyou backed away, his face was ugly, "Isn't there food and use in the car? Who are you saving money for?"

Fu Ran lowered her eyes, "Can I still be in the mood to eat?"

Ming Chengyou took her hand and turned to go downstairs, "There is a store not far away, you must like it."

Fu Ran watched him walk towards the garage, "Go over there, do you want to drive?"

Ming Chengyou rolled out a tandem bicycle, and Fu Ran was surprised, "Can you still ride a bicycle?"

"I used to ride occasionally when I was studying." Ming Chengyou led Fu Ran out of the villa, "Can you?"

"Of course." Fu Ran climbed onto the bicycle early in the morning, "I used it to save money on the bus when I was in school."

The asphalt road is hidden among the quiet villas. Fu Ran tied her hair into a ponytail. She followed Ming Chengyou's rhythm and rode forward. "Didn't you say you bought this island? Why are you building so many villas?"

"Many people don't like to stay in hotels when they come for vacation, so they rent out the whole villa."

Occasionally, a sightseeing bus passes by. This place is not as busy as a busy city. The pace of life seems to be deliberately slowed down. Fu Ran let go of his hands, straightened his hands and then closed his eyes. The scenery is picturesque, right?

Ming Chengyou's voice reached her ears, "Be careful of falling."

"What are you afraid of?" Fu Ran raised her small face and looked at the clear blue sky, "Didn't you lead me in front?"

The shop that Ming Chengyou brought Fu Ran to was not too big. It opened on a street with Italian restaurants and high-end hotels. The proprietress kindly greeted Ming Chengyou and motioned them to come in and sit down.

Ming Chengyou stopped the bicycle firmly, "Let's sit outside."

Looking up, Fu Ran had already occupied a seat outside, and he walked over with a smile, "Here is a plate of fried noodles."

Ming Chengyou took a small bowl and went to the store to fill a bowl of soup for Fu Ran, "You fill up your stomach first, and we will barbecue in the yard at night."

"Barbecue?" The chopsticks in Fu Ran's hands knocked on each other, "Do you live here tonight?"

Ming Chengyou glanced at the bottom of her pool, "Aren't your thoughts lewd again? Didn't tell you to sleep with me."

Fu Ran picked up the chopsticks and knocked on his head, "Which eye of yours sees this thought in my heart?"

Ming Chengyou pointed to himself, "Both eyes saw it."

The proprietress personally delivered a plate of fried noodles, "Third Young Master, this is Third Young Master's wife, right?"

Fu Ran greeted with a smile, "We are ordinary friends."

The proprietress said a few words to them and then went to greet other guests. Ming Chengyou said solemnly, "I remember Song Zhi had a saying to describe you, which is very appropriate."

Fu Ran's hungry chest was pressed against her stomach, she picked up a chopstick and put it into her mouth, her voice was vague, "What?"

"She said you were boring."

Fu Ran almost choked, and finally swallowed the noodles into her throat, she raised her head and glared at him, "You're just flirting."

Ming Chengyou brought the soup to Fu Ran's hand, "Take a sip and taste, this is the proprietress' exclusive secret recipe."

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​buying this island?"

Ming Chengyou looked at the rather creative gatehouse of this store, "At first, I fell in love with this land and wanted to build a high-end villa. After I came to inspect it, I liked the tranquility here, so I came up with the idea of ​​building a resort. There is a saying that is not Are you right? Facing the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming."

"When we get old, come back here and live in seclusion?"

Ming Chengyou raised one leg and sank into the back of the rattan chair, "If we can wait until that day...Fu Ran, do you know the name of this island?"

Fu Ran pretended to be stupid while filling her stomach, "I don't know."

Ming Chengyou gazed far away, as if he was thinking about something, but when the words came to his lips, he withdrew his attention, and his eyes dimmed, "Do you want to eat something else?"

Fu Ran saw that he was vague, so she seemed to ask inadvertently, "Does this island still have a name?"

He tapped the edge of the table with his finger, "Forget it, you will know later."

Fu Ran glanced at Ming Chengyou, and finally buried her head and ate without saying a word.

Leaving the small shop, Ming Chengyou took her to stroll around again. The tandem bicycle was parked in front of a building. The fence on the wall was covered with green plants, leaving only a door in the middle.

Ming Chengyou took Fu Ran and brushed aside the rippling branches and leaves. After Fu Ran entered, he heard soothing music in his ears, "Where is this place?"

When I got there, I found out that it was a bookstore.

Ming Chengyou took her to the bookshelf. Except for the salesperson, there were almost no customers in the store.

Fu Ran casually picked up the books on the bookshelf, "Aren't you afraid of losing money if you open a bookstore here?"

"I didn't count on it to make money either." Ming Chengyou walked to the window and pulled up the bamboo curtain.Fu Ran took the book and went over, "You run the bookstore?"

"I drive half of the island," Ming Chengyou told the waiter who came over, "Two cups of coffee must be freshly ground."

Fu Ran propped up her chin with one hand, and closed her eyes comfortably, "It's so comfortable."

"The bookstore is opened for you. When you want to live on the island in the future, you can use it to support you."

Fu Ran joked, "Isn't there still you?"

Ming Chengyou took the book from her hand and looked at it, "Fu Ran, we are going back tomorrow."

"Well," Fu Ran responded lightly, "Your mother and the people in the company are all in a hurry."

Ming Chengyou sat in the rattan rocking chair, Fu Ran was flipping through the book, he was lying on his side, the environment here is very comfortable, it is easy to fall into it, Ming Chengyou's feet swayed slightly, the eyes in his eyes Dao's figure also became hazy.

As if watching through thousands of mountains and rivers, when Fu Ran raised his eyes again, he found that Ming Chengyou had fallen asleep leaning on the wicker chair.

(End of this chapter)