fake love

Chapter 388 The Last Farewell (2)
Yes, what more than reluctance?
Strong fear and struggle surged in my heart.

Fu Ran turned around and touched his face with both hands, "You said you want me to wait for you, do you want to always owe the child's first face?"

Ming Chengyou lowered his eyes, hugged Fu Ran's waist tightly with his arms, his eyes were moist, and his voice trembled like never before, "Fu Ran, I once promised you to protect you, but I have never been able to do it. .”

"We still have a future." Fu Ran raised her face and kissed him. Everyone knew how empty the future was. Ming Chengyou couldn't just walk through this level.

Fu Ran hugged him tightly and wept bitterly, the man's palm grasped the clothes behind her tightly.

I remember someone once said that there is a lot of pain, which is more desperate than death.

Fu Ran can also deeply understand now, is there really anything more hopeless than death?Life is gone, what else can she keep in the future?
Ming Chengyou wiped away her tears, "Don't cry, I'm tired and want to rest."

He closed his eyes tiredly, and soon fell into a deep sleep. Fu Ran was resting his pillow on Ming Chengyou's shoulder. The bedroom was as silent as death, and the shadows of the whirling trees outside added a little ferociousness.

Fu Ran got up cautiously, went to the bathroom, scooped up cold water and splashed it on her face, the cold water soaked her hair on both sides, Fu Ran raised her head and stared at the face in the mirror.

She told herself that it was fine, Ming Chengyou survived until today, how many times she was frightened but still passed, Fu Ran wiped off the water stains with both hands, walked out of the bathroom and saw the man lying in the middle of the bed in the same posture as before.

Fu Ran opened the door and came to the corridor. The wall lamp elongated her bleak and slender figure. Her palms were pressed against the wall, and she couldn't help but pause when she passed the study.

Fu Ran turned on Ming Chengyou's computer, and her fingers trembled when she pressed the mouse. She logged into the private space that Ming Chengyou told her, and entered the password as instructed.

The background music of "Unpredictable" is full of texture and sadness, the computer screen emits fluorescent blue light, and pictures appear in front of Fu Ran in the form of dynamic photo albums. The mouse on the head is beating, and Fu Ran clicks on the file called MM album.

All of them were taken after Fu Ran became pregnant, and most of them were secretly taken. In the BB photo album next to her, they were taken and uploaded after every B-ultrasound.

Fu Ran touched the screen with her fingers, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but bend slightly.

MM means mother.

BB means baby.

However, before the smile could be pulled away, the shallow arc of Fu Ran's brows gradually softened the wound of sadness. She looked through all the photo albums, but couldn't find a photo of Ming Chengyou.

Is he determined to take himself out of their world?
A small icon was displayed on the taskbar, Fu Ran clicked on it, and the bright red petals of rose flowers filled the whole screen, and there was a moment of brilliance in the eyes, as if after a snowfall, the outline of the capital of Evian broke out clearly in the blur, There is a kind of suddenly enlightened bright and stunning.

This is their home.

The swing in the garden was still moving, and on the stone table, two cups of hot tea exuded warmth, blowing away the coldness of winter.

In front of the ivory white fence, two figures nestled in the warm sun. The man was tall and straight, and the woman was tall and thin.A small person is sitting on the man's shoulders, the front cannot be seen, this is probably the only place where Ming Chengyou appears.

Fu Ran stretched out her hand, her fingertips lingering on his back.

A line of small characters rippling with the wind.

Yuran, dyed.

Outside the east gate, there are women like clouds.

Although it is like a cloud, I want to keep it.

Fu Ran's tears suddenly slipped out of her eyes, and her lips and teeth seemed to have a lingering fragrance.

Ming Chengyou caught her with a glance, among thousands of people.

There are many small clips in it, including when to go to the birth check-up, and the growth status of the child is clearly recorded. There is also a photo album in it, called, if there is if.

Fu Ran opened it, it was her wedding dress.

If, if.

Hope she can wear this wedding dress and actually have a wedding of theirs.

Fu Ran lay face down in the crook of her arms, not daring to cry out, so she could only tightly cover her mouth with her hands, her sobs continued, her shoulders shrugged slightly, her fists clenched tightly and then released.

The door of the study room was opened with a gap, and Ming Chengyou's gaze fell on Fu Ran's back through it. He stood at the door for a long time, holding the doorknob weakly.

But he didn't have the courage to push it away, let alone face it.

Ming Chengyou closed the door, turned and went back to the bedroom.

After reading it for a while, Fu Ran found Ming Chengyou's name for the baby in a document, Ming Qinghan.

He never said it, because he always thought of something better.

But so far I haven't found a replacement for it.

Fu Ran turned off the computer, and when she walked out, she felt empty in her heart, as if something was about to be lost.

Pushing open the door of the room, seeing Ming Chengyou sitting on the edge of the bed, Fu Ran walked quickly, "When did you wake up, are you hungry?"

Ming Chengyou shook his head with his back turned to her.

Fu Ran stood in front of him, and Ming Chengyou took her hand, "Fu Ran, let's dance."

She shook her head.

"why?"

"Chengyou, every time we dance, nothing good will happen. First, the equity of Cun Kun 5 was taken away, and then..." She still feels uncomfortable thinking about that scene, "I don't want to dance."

"It's okay." Ming Chengyou got up, took Fu Ran's hand and walked to the open space in front of the sofa, "Let's dance slowly to the beat."

There was no music either, the only accompaniment was the sound of each other's footsteps, the two of them hugged each other and moved, Fu Ran pressed his face to his shoulder, his hand went up the man's waist, and he felt a shivering skinny feeling in his palm.

Ming Chengyou couldn't last long, even if he wasn't really dancing, he still couldn't stand it.

Fu Ran helped him to the side of the bed, and he leaned against the head of the bed. Fu Ran turned on the TV, "Do you want to sleep?"

"Let me see you more."

Fu Ran rolled up her hair and tidied up the newspapers and sundries on the tea table. She moved very slowly with her big belly. In the past, Ming Chengyou wouldn't let her do these things, but tonight she didn't stop her. His eyes followed her figure. .

This room is filled with the breath of their lives, and you can feel it even with your eyes closed.

(End of this chapter)