fake love

Chapter 344
"Go up," Ming Chengyou saw that she was standing still, so he pushed her to the bathroom door downstairs, "I'll get you clothes."

Fu Ran didn't insist either, and heard a knock on the door halfway through the wash, and Ming Chengyou said to put the clothes outside.

After changing, Fu Ran came out. The style of the dress, with a loose hem, was very suitable for maternity wear.

Ming Chengyou walked over and wrapped her long hair with a towel.

"These are for you, until the baby is born, and here are your clothes."

Fu Ran was startled, "What did you buy it for? If I don't come here today, I won't be able to wear it."

"I didn't intend to let you all wear them. I just thought about what kind of clothes you should wear and what kind of clothes your children should wear. I just bought them."

Fu Ran turned her back to Ming Chengyou. Although she couldn't see the man's expression, her words were faintly heard, but they were extremely gentle.

He wiped her hair carefully, "It's time to cut it before giving birth."

"Don't cut it," Fu Ran picked up a strand of hair, "I managed to keep it."

Ming Chengyou didn't speak again, and combed her hair lightly with his fingers. Fu Ran pulled all the hair in front of him, "Where do you live now? Is it the capital of Yiyun?"

"No." Ming Chengyou shook his head, put the towel on Fu Ran's shoulder, "living at home."

Fu Ran looked up at the living room, and she seemed to be able to see her eating with Ming Chengyou on the connected dining table.

I feel inexplicably melancholy.

"Take me home."

Ming Chengyou leaned on the sofa and leaned forward. He reached out to hold Fu Ran's wrist, and led her to the piano not far away.

Reaching out to lift the piano cover, Fu Ran stretched out her fingers involuntarily, and touched the black and white keys with her fingertips before flicking slightly. Ming Chengyou took the seat first, "Let me play a piece for you."

It seemed as if time could really turn back, back to the time when Fu Ran first saw Ming Chengyou touching the piano.

There was a smile on the corner of Fu Ran's mouth, and she sat beside Ming Chengyou, watching his slender fingers fall to the keys, "Is it still Doremi?"

The man raised his eyebrows, looking as unruly as before, his fingers flashed across the keys quickly.

Do-re-mi instigated La Xi-duo——

Fu Ran nodded, "There is progress, when did you learn how to play the piano?"

"If I want to learn, nothing is difficult." Ming Chengyou said firmly, "Want to hear my complete first piece?"

"Okay." Fu Ran waited for him to play a smooth syllable between his fingers, but the man didn't move. After a while, he got up and took out a piano score from the side.

After Ming Chengyou sat back, his expression suddenly became serious. He wanted to play the piece "Dream Wedding" that Fu Ran had heard before, and it was also a must-play piece for piano practice.

It can be heard that Ming Chengyou has studied it seriously, but due to the short time, he is not fluent, and sometimes there will be obvious staccato, but Fu Ran feels that this is probably the best song she has ever heard "Dream Wedding".

It may also be in response to the scene, in response to her state of mind at this time.

After stumbling through the song, Fu Ranchui raised his hands on his knees and applauded, "It sounds good."

Ming Chengyou unconsciously pressed his fingers on the keys, "Fu Ran, has anyone ever played the piano for you?"

"No." Fu Ran answered honestly.

"That's good." Ming Chengyou stretched out his hand to hold Fu Ran's palm, and then put his hands on the keys together, "In the future, if someone wants to play for you, don't listen to it. Only by comparing will you know how bad I am at playing."

The corners of Fu Ran's mouth are slightly curved. Sometimes this man is full of childishness, "It's not bad already. If you spend more time, you can definitely play better than anyone else."

"Is there still time?"

Ming Chengyou's casual words disrupted the finally relaxed atmosphere. Fu Ran's smile froze on his lips. He also realized that the air seemed to be suddenly condensed. Ming Chengyou's eyes fell on the piano score again, "I still want to hear ?"

He should have only learned this piece of music, and Fu Ran didn't feel bored after repeating it over and over again. He even hoped that time could stand still at this moment.

The phone rang over and over again, but he couldn't get into the atmosphere at all.

Ming Chengyou closed the piano lid, "Are you hungry?"

"Fortunately."

He didn't say it, but it was really okay, as soon as he said it, his stomach immediately became hungry.

Ming Chengyou had already got up and walked to the restaurant, when Fu Ran heard the phone ring, she walked over to answer it, "Hello."

"Xiaoran, where are you?"

"Is Gong Yuan all right?"

Li Linchen paused, "It's fine."

"I have something to do outside. Let's talk about the wedding photos later. If you don't want to take pictures, please let me know." She hung up the phone and looked up to see Ming Chengyou took out two tomatoes and a roll of dried noodles from the refrigerator .

"Don't you live here?"

"I come here occasionally. This used to be a home. It can't let it lose its popularity."

After Ming Chengyou finished speaking, he turned and went into the kitchen.

Fu Ran followed her, "Want to help?"

"No need." Ming Chengyou lowered his head, as if concentrating on it.

Some people say that a woman is a queen when she is pregnant, and she should enjoy all the pampering as a matter of course, but Ming Chengyou knows that Fu Ran can't get these treatments.

He cut the tomato into thin slices, and he remembered the first meal Fu Ran made for him.

Tomato Egg Noodles.

Fu Ran pressed her face against the door frame, dazed in a daze, and most of all felt lost.

Ming Chengyou's craftsmanship doesn't match up with good words at all, at least the noodles are mushy in the mouth when eaten, and the scrambled eggs with tomatoes are not tasty, and salt must be added.

Fu Ran couldn't pretend to enjoy it.

It's just that he can handle it, but he barely ate it all in his mouth. Thinking that this was his first time entering the kitchen, Fu Ran raised his head and stared at Ming Chengyou's slow eating movements. His eating was always the same, so elegant that it was impressive I wanted to put down my chopsticks.

"Ming, Chengyou," Fu Ran said after hesitation, "Why don't you go abroad, the medical facilities there must be better than those in China."

"It's the same everywhere now." Ming Chengyou looked at Fu Ran, "If you have a suitable heart, they will notify me."

(End of this chapter)