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

Two days later, it will be cloudy and rainy. It is rainy in March in Beicheng, and the air is humid, reflecting the sky blue.

Fortunately, when Chu Jin'an went out, the rain stopped and it was cloudy.

She picked up the broken gramophone two days ago to repair it, and she wants to get it today, but unfortunately, when it arrived, the master said that he had tried his best and couldn't repair it.

This small shop is by the lake, remote and quiet.

Chu Jin'an remembered that Fu Rongheng liked such a place.

Thinking of this, Chu Jin'an sighed, and walked on the path by the lake, surrounded by birch forests, and there was a crocodile pond nearby.

Raised by Fourth Master Fu.

His vision is tricky and fastidious.

Chu Jin'an wore a retro dress today. Because of the cool weather, he put on a coat. The texture was delicate and warm. It was simple and elegant in such a weather.

She hadn't thought about how to see Fu Rongheng. Thinking about going abroad four years ago, and the reunion on the pier, Chu Jin'an was quite depressed by his indifferent look. She frowned, stepped on the fallen birch leaves on the ground with her high heels, But it stopped without warning in the next second.

Overcast, after rain, cloudy.

By the lake, leaning on a railing, the figure is tall and tall.

The sense of atmosphere is clear and cold, and it penetrates into the bones.

On the other side of the lake, the man was not wearing a military uniform today, only a casual white shirt with the cuffs folded up twice, revealing his bony wrists, hanging on the railing, carelessly feeding the crocodiles in the lake.

A guard stood behind him, carrying fish food—live fish, or the kind that was hard to find outside the world.

Just being thrown into the lake by him like this, I don't see the slightest bit of distress.

Feeding the crocodiles in such a casual way is somewhat romantic in leisure time.

Big fish eat small fish, life or death, this set of survival rules is very suitable for a person in his position.

Chu Jin'an stopped and looked at him from a distance. He didn't expect to meet Fu Rongheng here, and she was caught off guard.

After thinking about it, it felt normal. After all, when he was young, Fu Rongheng often stayed by the lake alone, feeding the fish.

He only raises those that are not easy to die, such as crocodiles, which are easy for him to feed.

Far away, the man didn't look up and didn't see her.

Chu Jin'an was a little nervous, but she wasn't a deserter. After realizing it, she snorted softly and walked straight forward.

The retro high-heeled shoes step on the thick shade of the birch forest, and the cool wind blows through the elegant woolen coat. Some wrinkles spread out as you walk, and the smooth texture is like the slight ripples of lake water.

I haven't seen each other for such a long time, if Fu Rongheng dares to forget her, even if she dies, she will cry every night beside Fu Rongheng's pillow!

Of course, as soon as such an airy thought came out, it turned into a warm and clean voice.

"Fourth brother."

It's remote, deserted, and empty.

Chu Jin stood tall and graceful behind the man, not three steps away, cleared his throat, and called out, who is to blame? Blame him for being too oppressive.

The guard saw Chu Jin'an, recognized him, and subconsciously looked at Fu Rongheng.

Fu Rongheng just threw fish food into the lake, disturbing the calm lake water.

The crocodiles in the lake are scrambling for food. Their bodies are at least five meters long. They swing powerfully and open their mouths to swallow the food!

The water surface of the crocodile pool gradually became bloody, as the pool water surged.

The water surface is brutal and bloody, and the competition rules of the weak and the strong make people uncomfortable.

He was in a slump, without any waves, and he even leaned on the railing casually, the wind lingered around his shirt, and the whiteness was not warm, but became more indifferent and restrained, sinking to the bone.

It wasn't until he heard the soft and pleasant voice behind him that Fu Rongheng lowered his eyebrows, his brows were sharp and deep, and he turned around slowly.

With deep black eyes, he saw Chu Jin'an.

A brief eye contact.

How many stories and pens and inks should be used to tell the acquaintance of the long years, the opera on stage and the audience off stage.

The spring is deep, and the halftime show is not fully enjoyed.

The wind messed up Chu Jin'an's hair, as well as the warm and thick coat. The color was warm and suited her. Her skin was fair, noble and attractive.

Fu Rongheng looked at her twice, then narrowed his eyes: "Why are you here?"

The voice is low, cold, and as white as snow among the pines.

His attitude is neither unfamiliar nor alienated, and he has a decent bone that was raised by the rich and powerful.

Chu Jin'an regained some of his previous feelings, and felt that his city mansion had become more and more deep in recent years. He wondered if he was the Fourth Master Fu.

"Come to repair the phonograph, I just saw you." Chu Jin'an said generously.

Fu Rongheng nodded, and didn't ask any more questions. Behind him was a vast expanse of spring scenery, and the sky was blue after the rain, which polished his outline just well, but couldn't hide his dullness.

Getting along with him is like drinking a glass of ice and spirits. Sometimes, it is so strong but cold that people love it.

Seeing Fu Rongheng's silent attitude, the guard walked away with a wink.

"Master said——" Chu Jin'an's heartbeat was a little flustered when he watched him. Seeing that the guards were about to leave, he thought that Fu Rongheng had something to do to leave. He spoke before his consciousness, and his voice was clear and clear, resounding in the silent birch forest.

"Ok?"

His gaze cast over.

Chu Jin'an's heartbeat slowed down for two seconds, and he realized that it wasn't that Fu Rongheng was going to leave, and his ears were a little hot, but fortunately, the wind returned her face and dissipated the heat from her face.

She wanted to ask him how he was doing recently, or to say that he hadn't seen him for a long time, but her thoughts fluttered with her heartbeat, and she felt that none of the words were good, and they disappeared between her lips and teeth.

Finally, I cleared my throat and told him, with a little unhappy complaint, and the inadvertent anger of my daughter's family.

"The maintenance master said that the phonograph is old and badly damaged. It was repaired too late, so it may not be repairable."

Chu Jin'an didn't care about the unfamiliarity of the newly met, or whether the words were suitable or not, he always had nothing to say.

The pearl earrings on her earlobe were very white, elegant and luxurious, but they couldn't suppress the rouge color at the base of her ears.

Fu Rongheng said calmly: "Buy another one."

"I got used to it and wanted this, but unfortunately I forgot to send it for repair before going abroad."

Chu Jinan returned to him, under the long eyelashes of crow feathers, bright eyes mixed with a bit of stubbornness, a bit of regret, and what else is unclear, with hidden twists and turns that seem to be obvious.

The clouds in the sky move slowly, all hidden in the soft spring scenery.

She volunteered to go abroad.

Fu Rongheng didn't answer, and calmly buttoned the loose shirt cuff buttons with one hand, his wrist bones were hard and ribbed.

After it was deducted, he said: "Bring it here and let Zhou Ke have a look."

Zhou Ke, the guard just now, was also the one who sent Chu Jin'an back to the mansion two days ago. He is good at messing with these things in private.

Chu Jin'an lowered her eyes, her slender and curly eyelashes were like crow feathers, hanging under her delicate eyelids, her hair brushed against Qiong's nose, which was a bit gentle, she looked at Fu Rongheng's movements, and somehow sensed a strong sense of abstinence , banned until death.

"Okay." When Chu Jin'an told him, he felt that he always had a way, and his mood was much lighter. After agreeing, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he asked him again, "Walk?"

He looks at her, but doesn't speak.

Chu Jin'an's heart skipped a beat, only the thud she heard.