fake love

Chapter 410 You Yingrui (3)
The man squatted down and grasped You Yingrui's chin, "Where have you been for the past six months?"

"At the beginning, you asked me to go to the hospital, saying that you only need to ask Chengyou to press your fingerprints. I didn't expect that I ran out in a hurry, but you were driven to kill me. If I hadn't escaped quickly in the middle of the night, I would have died. I can't go back home, where... I will naturally not tell you." She slapped the man's hand away forcefully.

"Then what do you want?"

You Yingrui got up, her palms were bent and hurt badly, and there was blood in the palms.

"It has something to do with you that I became like this. You must at least help me get through this."

The man raised his eyebrows, "You are a street mouse now."

"You are so capable, you can't even do such a small thing?" You Yingrui was actually scared to death. This man might give her a sap, "I just want to be like you. Just a way to survive, if you don’t give me a life, you won’t be able to live well.”

The man stared at her for a long while, and squeezed her wrist tightly.

You Yingrui screamed, "What are you doing?"

"Don't worry, I won't let you die."

You Yingrui was pushed out of the door by her, "I will give you a chance to be reborn."

Fu Ran drove back to Yiyun Capital, and Li Yunling got out of the car.

"mom."

Li Yunling walked to the car window in two or three steps, "Where's Hanhan?"

"inside."

Fu Ran saw the iron door slowly open in front of him, "Mom, why did you announce Chengyou's death?"

"It's been nearly half a year now, and I don't think this incident will have much impact on MR." Li Yunling took it for granted.

Her attitude was clear, and Fu Ran had nothing to say.

Seeing that Fu Ran didn't come out for a long time, Zhao Lan simply hugged Han Han and walked to the door, "Xiao Ran..."

When Li Yunling heard the voice, she turned her head in disbelief, "Why are you here?"

"I, I'm here to see the child."

"You actually let her take care of the child? Fu Ran, do you still take me seriously?"

Fu Ran was exhausted, "Mom, she is also my mother."

She drove the car into Yiyun Capital, and took Hanhan from Zhao Lan after she came out, "I will find a way to solve the current crisis of MR. If you can get through this crisis safely, can you let me take over?"

Li Yunling fixed her eyes on Hanhan's face, then looked at Zhao Lan, and said in a strange tone, "I should have seen it earlier, fighting for a lifetime is not as good as you."

Fu Ran stood in front of Zhao Lan and said to Li Yunling, "Mom, let's go in and have dinner together."

Li Yunling glanced at her, turned around and strode away.

Zhao Lan was at a loss, Fu Ran patted her shoulder lightly, "Mom, let's go in."

Fu Ran looked at the back of Li Yunling sitting in. According to the current situation of MR, coupled with the shortage of funds, the only way to get through it safely was to continue to cover up the news of Ming Chengyou's death.

She and the Ming family seemed to be evenly matched, and behind Li Yunling was the huge Li family.

The news that MR is going to hold a press conference has already spread early in the morning.

In order to stabilize the company's hearts and the current situation, Ming Chengyou, who was abroad, did not have time to come back, but announced to the outside world through Fu Ran that he would hold a press conference.

On that day, the MR venue was crowded with reporters from all sides.

Accompanied by Ming Rong, Li Yunling also came. Fu Ran stood on the high platform, looking out at the crowds of people, some were looking forward to it, and some were waiting for a good show.

Manager Li was still making preparations, and the computer projector could clearly see the other end. After Fu Ran sat down, she began to operate her fingers on the keyboard.

Not long after, a clear figure was projected on the screen, Li Yunling was startled, and Ming Rong beside him was also full of surprise.

Others may still have doubts, but Ming Chengyou is Li Yunling's son who has been raised for more than [-] years after all, let alone just a glance, he can be recognized even by a word.

Many reporters stood up one after another, and the scene almost got out of control.

"It's so noisy!" A man's voice came from the other side, and the image disappeared immediately. Han Jun signaled the audience to be quiet.

"It's really Young Master Ming!"

Fu Ran stared at the computer screen in ecstasy, and the voice inside came clearly, "Can it be fake if it's not true?"

"Then, what about your tombstone in Qingshan?"

Li Yunling wanted to stand up excitedly.

Ming Rong pressed her wrist, "Mom, please listen first."

The man didn't think about it, "It's like occupying a place in advance."

The reporter still had a lot of doubts to answer, and the man's voice showed impatience, "Fu Ran, I still have something to do, I'll leave it to you here."

After speaking, it has been cut off.

All the accusations were naturally pointed at Li Yunling's previous acknowledgment of Ming Chengyou's death. Many people rushed to her after seeing Li Yunling.

Fu Ran hurriedly stopped, "My mother didn't know about this beforehand."

She looked up and saw Ming Rong's unfathomable eyes and Li Yunling's sullen face.

"Cheng You does have a heart attack, because after the heart transplant, he has been resting. The doctor also said that there will be a half-year observation period. We all hide it from the family, because we are afraid that there will be an accident. My mother will not be able to bear the blow anymore. Yu is also working on foreign companies, and we originally planned to tell my mother later."

Li Yunling's feet were cold, her excitement was beyond words, she sat slumped on her seat and couldn't speak a word.

Fu Ran handled it well, almost weaving a lie into a huge net, and everyone in the audience was caught in it, but how many people would know whether it was true or not?
After the press conference ended, Fu Ran told Han Jun to let them all go out first. Her hands on her knees were clenched tightly, and the palms were covered with sweat. After all, she had never dealt with such a situation before. How to deal with the media, but now is different, a casual sentence, may make MR doomed.

The reporters were invited out of the venue in an orderly manner, and the MR staff also left one after another. Ming Rong and Li Yunling sat in their seats.

Fu Ran closed the computer, Li Yunling supported the back of the chair and stood up, walking over with staggering steps.

Fu Ran bent down and hugged her arms tightly with both hands.

(End of this chapter)