fake love

Chapter 378 Shen Ning's illegitimate son (2)
Ming Chengyou opened his eyes and watched Fu Ran's repeated movements.

The snow hasn't stopped today, the beauty is like a scene, and there is a picture falling behind, Ming Chengyou leans his face on his arm, thinking how time can stand still.

Suddenly, he felt how absurd his previous life was, how much time was wasted, there were no assumptions in life, otherwise, why would he and Fu Ran waste until today?
The background in Ming Chengyou's eyes was broken and hazy. Fu Ran must have been sitting for a long time, so she stretched her hand behind her waist and beat it lightly a few times.

She raised her head and found that he was awake, so she dropped the things in her hand and walked over.

Ming Chengyou asked her to lie down beside him with all her clothes on, and he kissed her lightly on the side of her cheek. Seeing her red and swollen eyes, he said, "Go to sleep."

Fu Ran nodded, "I can't sleep well recently."

"I'm holding you." Ming Chengyou wrapped his arms around Fu Ran's waist from behind, and his eyes fell lightly on her face. How many of them can truly grow old together?

People who love each other may not necessarily be able to combine.

He sighed and closed his eyes heavily.

Ming Chengyou has always had dreams recently, but each dream is surprisingly real, and he can even recall every detail after waking up.

The footsteps fell on the ground very lightly, as if stepping on cotton. The roses were blooming just right, and he remembered that Fu Ran liked it.

Ming Chengyou came to a door, looked up and saw it was a kindergarten.

He can't remember, is the child already born?

On the empty playground, someone was fighting. Ming Chengyou approached, but was blocked by a black iron gate, so he couldn't see clearly.

I vaguely saw a child running this way, his face seemed to be getting clearer and clearer, the child rushed to him, grabbed the iron gate with both hands and shook it.

Ming Chengyou squatted down, and standing inside was a four or five-year-old boy, whose appearance was exactly the same as his childhood photos. He stared at the child's bright black pupils, "What's your name?"

"Little orphan, don't run away!"

"You are the orphans!" The boy clenched his fists and shouted angrily.

The boys chasing after him looked much older than him, "Everyone in the school knows you as Little Orphan."

"I have a mother."

"But you don't have a father." The older boy put his hips on his hips. "Anyway, you're still a little orphan."

The boy leaned against the iron gate panting, Ming Chengyou reached out to hold his shoulder, but the boy obviously couldn't feel it. "I have my father's."

The sentence was very light, and after he finished speaking, he lowered his head.

Ming Chengyou's heart that was no longer beating was suddenly hit.

Although the boy is young, he also knows that he is lying.

"You have a father, and we all know that your father is an illegitimate child, that's why we hate you so much!"

But the boy didn't understand the meaning of illegitimate child, he stubbornly raised his little head, "Get out of the way, be careful that my father will beat you later."

"Beat it, beat it up," the older boy stepped forward, "You told your father to beat us up twice before, but now there is no one. Do you know that your father is dead? Do you know what death means? ? Just never come back again, little orphan, have you ever seen what your father looks like?"

The boy huddled in front of the iron gate and shivered, "My father is not dead!"

Several people stepped forward, Ming Chengyou yelled but no one could hear him, the boy covered his face with his hands, turned around suddenly, his eyes were fixed on Ming Chengyou's direction, as if he saw him outside the iron gate, "Dad, Dad—"

Ming Chengyou saw the fists raised one by one.

The boy screamed, "Dad!"

The bright black pupils were full of panic and helplessness, his hands suddenly stretched out of the iron gate, and his outstretched fingers grabbed Ming Chengyou's cuffs with all his strength.

He knew he was dreaming again.

Fu Ran's shout pierced his ears, Ming Chengyou sat up suddenly and opened his eyes.

"What's the matter?" Fu Ran was so frightened that she hurriedly turned on the light.

Ming Chengyou took her hand, only to realize that it was already dark, he pressed his palm to his heart, the heart in his body might jump out at any time, the dream just now was more real than ever before, the child was still young, and the eyes of fear and panic palpitating.

That sound of "father" broke Ming Chengyou's heart even more.

Fu Ran leaned against his shoulder, "It's nothing, it's just a nightmare."

Ming Chengyou's voice was empty and silent, falling into Fu Ran's ears, it seemed to be a dark color, "Fu Ran, in the future, we must not let the child be said to have no father, find the best school for him, don't tell him I'm dead, you lie to him, I just didn't come back."

The corners of Fu Ran's lips trembled, and he suddenly raised his voice, and his voice became sharp, "Who said you're dead? He already had a father!"

Ming Chengyou did not answer.

The air was suffocating like death, as if it stopped suddenly, Fu Ran's tears couldn't stop rolling down, and after a while, Ming Chengyou sighed and wanted to hug her into his arms.

But Fu Ran slapped his hands off vigorously, and lifted the quilt to get up.

Ming Chengyou put his arms around Fu Ran's waist, and put his chin into the side of her neck, "I had a nightmare."

He turned Fu Ran's shoulders and kissed her face. Ming Chengyou was so shocked by the dream just now that he still can't recover.

Not wanting to worry Fu Ran, he said he felt hungry, so he took Fu Ran downstairs to eat.

Back in the room, Ming Chengyou turned on the computer and clearly recorded the dream just now in a private space.

He rested his chin on his palm, staring intently at the screen.

Fu Ran brought the warmed milk to his hand, "What are you writing?"

Ming Chengyou shook his head and let her sit on his lap, "Is the baby good today?"

"Ah."

Fu Ran noticed his minimized window and didn't ask any further questions. Ming Chengyou rested his head on her chest and closed his eyes.

Luo Wenying and Ming Zheng didn't come out until very late. She sat in the passenger seat and rubbed her hands together, "It's really cold."

Ming Zheng turned on the heater, took a coat from the back seat of the car and handed it to her, "Are you hungry?"

"I'm already hungry." Luo Wenying put on her seat belt without being polite, and put her jacket on her arms.

Mingzheng started the engine, "There is a box of snacks in the back seat, take it out to cushion your stomach."

(End of this chapter)