Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

The man had the deepest pair of eyes, with affectionate features and heroic brows. Under the sunlight, those eyes did not fall into a trace of temperature, but they actually revealed the cruelty and cruelty of the ancient emperor's autocracy.

looked at her for two seconds.

Chu Jin'an's heart was beating violently, she could not dodge or dodge, and the petals of a magnolia flower came from nowhere and fell at her feet.

No matter how many years later, Chu Jin'an still remembered the first time she met Fourth Master Fu four years after going abroad.

He was so alive that he wanted to make people cry.

No matter how sad the past was and how bumpy the road ahead was, the moment she saw him, she felt an unprecedented sense of peace of mind, which gave her infinite strength.

But in this unknown exchange of glances on the pier, Fu Rongheng's face was too dull, and within two seconds, he withdrew his gaze.

No one knew how much this old friend drama held in his heart.

He strode forward, not toward her.

"Fourth Master."

Lieutenant General Feng Lingzhi's respectful Shen Sheng was in his early thirties, but his temples were weathered white, his face was rough, and his eyes were firm.

Fu Rongheng stopped in front of the man who was crushed on the ground, looked down at him, and said in a low voice, "Where are you?"

"Four boxes were seized, and the rest are still under investigation." Feng Lingzhi reported.

The arrested man looked at Fu Rongheng bitterly, and gave him a heavy pooh, showing a mouthful of bloody teeth: "If you want to know where the goods are, go dreaming!"

Fu Rongheng didn't even move his eyelashes, he leaned over, the black gun pressed against his shoulder, and his slender fingers pulled the trigger without warning!

Cold-blooded and sharp, with a bang, the bullet pierced the shoulder blade, and the man screamed in pain.

"Before smuggling arms, first ask whose territory this is."

The calm voice fell, with a sense of oppression from the superior, which made people tremble.

Fu Rongheng straightened up condescendingly, and said to Feng Lingzhi, "Take him down for interrogation."

The scene was completely under control, and the goods were being seized, and everyone was acting vigorously. Everyone couldn't help but look in the direction of the center, with reverence and fear in their eyes.

When Fu Rongheng looked forward, he could just see the corner of a red dress against the azure sea and sky, slim and strange, the brightness in his memory fell into the dark eyes, as if he had jumped into the abyss of eternal doom, his eyelashes stretched faintly It is difficult to understand the meaning of the shadow.

"Beixing Street." Blood dripped from his hand holding the gun, and his thin lips spit out, "Let's go."

"Fourth Master, your injury..." Feng Lingzhi whispered.

"No problem."

Chu Jin'an looked at Fu Rongheng without disturbing their work. The man kept his face sideways and never raised his head to look in her direction again.

Chu Jin'an pursed the corner of her lower lip, getting used to his temperament, and before she went abroad, the two of them had a bad fight.

Four years ago, Chu Jin'an asked Fu Rongheng to go abroad with her. First, he didn't want to spend four years abroad alone. He didn't know the place well, and communication was inconvenient. He had to be separated from Fu Rongheng for such a long time.

Secondly, I also have selfishness towards him, and I don't want him to stay in troubled times and bones all day long.

But the latter did not agree, even though Chu Jin'an begged with all his strength, in the end, the other party just said something lightly, asking her, when will the trouble continue?
In this regard, Chu Jin'an has indeed been pampered by Fourth Master Fu's private silence for more than [-] years.

In a fit of anger, he put down his harsh words, and said to Fu Rongheng, please forgive your Zhongji, and don't see me!
Then, he left the country without saying a word, and he left for four years.

For four years, he didn't write a letter to her, and almost lost contact.

Either displeased or simply don't care.

Chu Jin'an didn't know, and he didn't dare to bet that it was the former.

No one can restrain his coldness.

Over there, the guards followed Fu Rongheng away from the pier in strides. He walked in the forefront with an unfathomable face, just passing in the direction of Chu Jin'an.

Chu Jin'an saw the figure of the man getting closer and closer, and the insignia on the military uniform came into his eyes more and more clearly. The temperature was cold, and it hadn't changed from four years ago. It was still unattainable and unattainable.

His pace was fast, consistent and steady, without the slightest pause.

She lowered her eyelashes, and the moment Fu Rongheng passed by her, she called out.

"Fourth brother."

Long-lost name.

The voice is clean and pleasant, and the softness of the daughter's family.

This sound seemed abrupt in the quiet and clean pier.

The leader paused slightly, stopped, and hummed indifferently.

Listening to his voice, Chu Jin'an's heart trembled slightly, he raised his head, and met Fu Rongheng's dark eyes.

Following Fu Rongheng's pause, the guards also stopped, their eyes involuntarily looking at Chu Jin'an.

Chu Jin'an felt the chill behind his back, licked his magnificent and slender lips uncomfortably, straightened his back, looked at his thick outline closely, and wanted to say something.

He should be busy with military affairs, and he has no mood to reminisce about the old days. He is tall and straight. Even if he looks sideways at her, he will always look calm and breezy, blocking a large area of ​​light, and ordering in a low voice: "Let the guards take you back."

The tone was not cold, nor familiar, with a hint of carelessness.

Chu Jin'an was slightly taken aback, and agreed.

Fu Rongheng turned his gaze to look at the person beside Chu Jin'an, with a sad expression on his face, and nodded slightly.

Liang Shangjun nodded at him, hiding all the complexities in his eyes, without the red tape of a scholar, as if saying, long time no see.

Chu Jin'an was so focused on Fu Rongheng that he didn't notice the familiar interaction between the two.

When he came back to his senses, Fu Rongheng had already moved forward, and a group of guards followed behind him, with aura, means, means, and power.

The back is against the light, revealing a sense of story that is difficult to explore.

His indifference, deep down, is not enough to be described by the word loneliness, but it is the eternal silence of the mountains and rivers, which has fallen on the brows for years, can't read, can't see through, it is more touching, wanting to be close to him, See clearly the coldness behind that imperial scene.

There was still a strong smell of blood in the air, masking the scent of magnolia flowers. Everything just seemed to be just a dream.

Liang Shangjun: "You call him fourth brother?"

Chu Jin'an couldn't tell her relationship with Fu Rongheng for a while. They had an engagement at home when they were young, but it was only verbal. After so many years, they probably stopped counting it long ago.

"Old friend." Chu Jin'an said.

Liang Shangjun said meaningfully: "What a coincidence."

Chu Jin'an: "Thank you just now."

"We're going together all the way anyway, if you tell me to turn a blind eye to your safety, it's hard for me." Liang Shangjun didn't make her feel burdened.

"Miss Chu." A guard with a cold face stayed where he was, and stated, "Do you want to get in the car?"

Chu Jin'an nodded, with a dignified and flamboyant demeanor, and said goodbye to Liang Shangjun.

Liang Shangjun paused for a moment on the guard: "Okay, goodbye. Be careful on the road."

He watched Chu Jin'an leave in the special car of the Commander's Mansion, and sighed in his heart when he saw the blood stains on the pier.

Eight years, Rong Heng.

But some things haven't passed yet.