fake love

Chapter 397 Take him home (1)
"Yes," Fu Ran said without hesitation, "This is my home."

Li Yunling's eyelids were lightly closed, looking very tired.

Ming Rong pressed his fingers between his brows, "Mom, do you want to announce the matter of Cheng You to the media?"

After thinking about it, Fu Ran said, "Mom, why don't you keep it a secret? After MR went through the crisis last time, if the news about Chengyou gets out..."

Li Yunling took her words, "Fu Ran, MR, what do you plan to do next?"

Ming Rong also turned his attention to her.

Fu Ran felt indescribably uncomfortable, as if someone had strangled her neck, "Mom, can't we talk about these things after Chengyou's burial?"

Li Yunling didn't answer, she stood up and walked to her room.

Passing the living room, Li Yunling saw the portrait of Ming Yunfeng standing there, she walked to the bookshelf in a few steps, staring at the face in the portrait.

The two men she should love most in this life are gone.

With deceit and lies, Ming Yunfeng lied to her all his life, making her unable to hate Ming Chengyou, the son she brought up by herself.

Fu Ran wrapped her arms around her shoulders and pressed her legs, staring blankly at the ground.

Ming Chengyou's urn was buried in Qingshan, Ming's cemetery.

Fu Ran was standing in front of the tombstone all in black. The weather was very strange these few days, and the rain did not seem to be heavy. It was always drizzle, and a layer of wetness could be seen on the ground. Clothes feel as if wet and sticky, very uncomfortable.

The news of Ming Chengyou's death has been concealed from the outside world until now, and no one can enter the Ming family's cemetery. Fu Ran looked at the tombstone, turned his eyes away and looked into the distance.

Li Yunling cried so much that she sat beside her, Zhao Lan and Ming Zheng also came, and there were endless cries in her ears, a hundred times more mournful than the bleak wind in the cold winter.

The tears streaming down his cheeks were cold, shockingly cold.

Ming Zheng stood beside Fu Ran and stared at the tombstone. There was no picture of Ming Chengyou on it, but a simple line of words.

Fu Ran heard a sigh coming into his ears.

She wiped away her tears and turned around.

Butler Xiao took Li Yunling to go outside first, and when they reached the door, Butler Xiao turned back and called Zhao Lan to leave with her.

After all, this is the cemetery of the Ming family. If it weren't for Ming Chengyou's relationship, Li Yunling would never have let Zhao Lan in.

"Xiao Ran, let's go." Ming Zheng said beside him.

"Brother, I want to spend more time with Chengyou here, you guys go back first."

A group of people left one after another. Fu Ran stood in front of the tomb and watched from a distance. Everyone was dressed in heavy black, which was so heavy that people couldn't breathe.

After the cemetery returned to silence, Fu Ran sat in front of the tombstone. The ground was very cold. She stroked the name engraved on the tablet with her fingers, and her expression suddenly calmed down. She leaned her head against the tombstone, feeling sad. In the end, I can't even cry.

Fu Ran bent her knees, hugged her legs tightly and stared at the ground in a daze.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and gradually I could feel the raindrops on my face. Fu Ran shrank her shoulders, and Ming Zheng squatted beside her with an umbrella, "Why did you make your body like this?"

Fu Ran reached out to wipe off the water stains on the side of her cheeks, "Don't worry, brother, I am very open-minded, I just want to sit with him for a while."

Ming Zheng stretched out his hand to support Fu Ran's elbow, "Let's go."

He pulled her up vigorously, Fu Ran followed him, and the people around him had already left. Ming Zheng drove Fu Ran back to Ming's house. When Li Yunling saw him, she hurried forward, "Ming Zheng, have you eaten at home?" Let's go after dinner?"

Mingzheng took the umbrella from the back seat of the car and handed it to Fu Ran, "Xiao Ran, I have been with my mother since I was a child. In fact, I am similar to your child. The deceased is already dead. You should pay more attention to the child."

Ming Zheng couldn't say any other comforting words, Fu Ran took the handle of the umbrella and walked inside without saying a word.

Li Yunling tried to say a few words to Ming Zheng, "Ming Zheng."

The man opened the car door, slammed it shut and drove away.

Cut Kun's top floor office.

Luo Wenying was shocked when she heard the news of Ming Chengyou's death, while Ming Zheng leaned against the window, staring outside with ecstasy.

"MR is currently in a period of turmoil. A few days ago, Ming Rong was temporarily in charge and then returned to Ming Chengyou. Boss, what do you think?"

Ming Zheng didn't react, "What do you think?"

"If you still want to deal with MR, now is the best time." Luo Wenying put down the pen in her hand, Fu Ran is now trapped in the cracks, and Luo Wenying doesn't want Mingzheng to intervene again , but judging from the previous situation where the two companies were fighting to the death, I don't know if Mingzheng is willing to stop.

With his arms folded in front of his chest, Luo Wenying raised her head to look at Ming Zheng's back. Due to the angle of her back, she couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

After a long while, I saw him turn around and come, pull out the chair and sit opposite Luo Wenying.

"People are gone, what's the use of fighting?"

Luo Wenying looked slightly relaxed, "Originally, the battle between Cun Kun and MR would be a great loss to us. In fact, it is not a bad thing to get rid of Cun Kun. The internal struggle in MR may last for a long time, I don't know. Who will win the deer."

"Since MR was founded by Ming Chengyou, how to distribute it should have already been arranged."

Luo Wenying tapped the table with her fingers, "The struggle between wealthy families has always been more difficult than the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. I don't think things will be too simple."

After Fu Ran came back from Qingshan, she locked herself in the room, Li Yunling couldn't eat anything, and the child was left to the confinement wife to take care of.

Fu Ran sat in front of the computer and logged into Ming Chengyou's private space. When the background music played, she couldn't hold back her tears.

Her whole heart is still hanging, which means that she has felt the feeling of loss in advance. Others may be able to heal slowly after the pain, but she is different, and she has to endure this kind of anxiety every day.

Fu Ran was lying on the computer desk, Housekeeper Xiao came and yelled more than once, and finally Li Yunling said to let her go.

In the spacious and spacious room, Fu Ran didn't wake up until the early hours of the morning. It was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers. Fu Ran moved the mouse, and the computer screen lit up in front of his eyes.

I accidentally tapped it with my hand, and lines of small characters appeared on the screen like water waves.

(End of this chapter)