Dyed

Zhao Lan went to Yiyun Capital with big bags and small bags. She was fine at home, so she could only knit some children's clothes.

Recently, the news of Ming Chengyou's death was spread, and she was inevitably sad again. Sometimes she couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and her thoughts were all on Hanhan, hoping that the child would be smooth sailing.

After finishing dinner, Fu Ran was changing shoes at the entrance, "Mom?"

"Xiaoran is back."

Fu Ran put the bag in her hand on the sofa, "Isn't there a servant at home?"

"I see that you've been busy with work recently, so I made chicken soup for you, so hurry up and drink it."

"Where's Hanhan?"

"Let the confinement sister-in-law take the baby room to sleep, this child is getting more and more naughty, and I will definitely not be able to control the toddler in the future." Zhao Lan had doting eyes, and brought the chicken soup to Fu Ran.

"Thank you mom."

"Isn't it hard to take Hanhan alone?" Zhao Lan got up and took out a jar from the refrigerator, "This is the canned Flammulina velutipes that Mom made herself, try it, I heard from the servant that you sometimes don't eat breakfast, what can I do? "

Fu Ran took two sips of soup, "Mom, this chicken soup is delicious."

"I'll add some red dates to invigorate Qi and blood."

Fu Ran paused for a while while picking up the spoon, no wonder the taste was so familiar. In the past, Fan Xian would stew chicken soup like this from time to time, saying that it was good for women to drink it.

Seeing that her face was gloomy, Zhao Lan stretched out her hand to hold Fu Ran's wrist, "You are too busy to take care of yourself. I will often come over to cook for you in the future, and I can also take care of your children by the way."

What Fan Xian couldn't do anymore, Zhao Lan hoped that she could make up for it as much as possible.

A champagne-colored car parked at the gate of Qiankun.

Mingzheng glanced, his eyes darkened, and he planned to drive over.

Seeing his car approaching, Li Yunling got off quickly.

She stopped in front of her, "Ming Zheng."

Ming Zheng lowered the car window slowly, "Is there something wrong?"

"Let's find a place to talk," Li Yunling dropped her palm to his car window, "I know you don't want to see me, but just give me 10 minutes."

There is a bustling commercial street around Qiankun. The waiter brought two cups of hot coffee. Mingzheng raised his legs and leaned back his upper body, "Let's talk."

The man's mobile phone was on the table, and he seemed to be checking the time.

Seeing this, Li Yunling couldn't hide her disappointment.

"Ming Zheng." Li Yunling took a sip of coffee, and made it clear to him in the future.

The man drank his coffee, his movements stopped and his eyelids raised, as if in disbelief, "What did you say?"

"Mom is all for your own good."

Mingzheng dropped the coffee cup on the table with a funny face, "You asked me to deal with Mr. What are you thinking?"

"It's not about dealing with it. There are a lot of people out there coveting mr. Mom hopes you can help me."

"Since it's a gang, why did you say that?" Ming Zheng's sarcasm was obvious.

"Do you think that Fu Ran will help the Ming family sincerely? Mom can only trust you and Mingrong now. You are my own son, so I will give priority to you in everything." Li Yunling didn't defend against Mingrong, but After all, it was adopted.

"Actually, I understand you," Ming Zheng put down his raised legs, "Just like you did to Ming Chengyou before, you believed that I was not your own, so you were always on guard against suppression, and now you want to use the same method to deal with Fu Ran, priority Consider me, and you have to ask me if I'm rare."

"Ming Zheng?" Li Yunling yelled feebly, the rift between her and him was hard to get rid of until now, "If you want, Mom will help you with whatever you need."

"I'm not interested in Mr." Ming Zheng said coldly.

"He is also Chengyou's painstaking effort, don't you have the heart?"

"Don't come to me again under the guise of someone else." Ming Zheng took out two big red bills from his wallet, pulled away the chair and got up, "The business of your Ming family has nothing to do with me."

"Don't forget, your surname is Ming too!"

Li Yunling shouted towards his back.

Several black cars parked in the parking lot on a certain floor, the driver went down and opened the door, Fu Ran put away the laptop, and following her right leg, a well-ironed and capable suit appeared in front of everyone with her simple movements .

Her long hair was simply coiled up, and the pearl earrings made the earlobes more round.

Han Jun, who got off from another car, followed Fu Ran with several other people. She raised her head slightly and looked up at the building towering into the clouds.

"President, go in."

Fu Ran nodded, stepped on the stone steps in 7cm high heels, and the glass door not far away came into view, and the vision suddenly opened up.

Suddenly, a large group of reporters poured out from the hall. Fu Ran had prepared in advance, but still frowned subconsciously.

"Mrs. Ming, may I ask if the news about the death of Third Master Ming is true?"

Han Jun and several other employees stood in front of Fu Ran.

She was surrounded in the middle, unable to get through, "This matter is completely a rumor, I don't want to explain any more."

"But why San Shao hasn't shown up once in the past six months, and if your so-called rumors continue this time, it will definitely affect the stock price of MR. Aren't you worried?"

"I'm not in a position to disclose his current situation. It's true that there are new projects abroad that require him. Besides, since I took charge of mr, my performance has never experienced a significant decline. I'm afraid it's unfair to me to deny my efforts with a single rumor. Bar?"

Fu Ran was escorted to the door by Han Jun, but the reporter still had no intention of backing down.

"It is reported that the third young master died of a heart attack. This reminds us that Mr. Ming also suffered from the same illness. If it is true that he is still alive as you said, then what is the explanation for the tombstone in the Qingshan Cemetery?"

Fu Ran simply kept silent. You can't imagine that you have room to change what the media has determined.

The security guards who came out helped block the reporters from the door, and Fu Ran, Han Jun and others were able to escape.

Passing through the lobby to the corridor, Fu Ran greeted Ming Zheng and Luo Wenying standing at the elevator entrance with a smile.

No need to ask, you can tell that this project has attracted a lot of people, and Qian Kun and mr are undoubtedly the biggest contenders.

The elevator came down first, and the two people standing at the door went in first. Fu Ran lifted her footsteps, and Han Jun gently pulled down her sleeves, "President."

She stopped in her tracks and signaled Mingzheng and Luo Wenying not to wait for her.

After the elevator door closed, she asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"

"Don't you find it strange that there are so many journalists here at this moment?"

Fu Ran thought about it just now, "Han Jun, what do you want to say?"

"Looking at Ying'an City, the most competitive with us is probably Qiankun."

Fu Ran waved her hand, "Go up first and then talk."

Luo Wenying and Ming Zheng came out of the venue first, and they walked into the elevator. Luo Wenying tightly held the documents in her hands, "Why did you change the quotation at the last minute?"

The man didn't answer directly, "What's wrong?"

Luo Wenying's tone changed slightly, "It's nothing, I'm just asking, I'm a little curious."

The elevator came to the ground floor very quickly, Mingzheng's slender legs took the lead, and Luo Wenying walked out of the building with him. The sun was dazzling, and the shoulders were overwhelming.