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

When she put it on, she saw the badge on it, stared at it for a long time, then touched it lightly with her hand, tenderly cherishing it.

Liang Shangjun paused for a moment, and said to him, "Rong Heng."

Fu Rongheng replied, very calm, no chatting, just accompany the old man.

Dinner, three people, four seats, one of which is empty, the camera moves to the side, an old photo is placed on the mottled mahogany cabinet, black and white nostalgic colors, the youth in the photo is extremely young, with mountains and rivers in his eyes.

Afterwards, Fu Rongheng left late at night, and Liang Shangjun caught up with him, his face unexpectedly showing an unusually cold face in the middle of the night.

"What you haven't forgotten, I haven't forgotten either."

"It was my fault back then, and I will atone for it. If you mind, you can shoot me."

The person in front stopped and turned around slowly, his silhouette was deep and dark, hidden in the night, without saying a word.

Four days later, the Commander's Mansion sent someone over, saying that the gramophone had been repaired, and asked Chu Jin'an to pick it up.

Chu Jin'an was very pleasantly surprised, and when he came down, he got up early the next morning, his fair and slender fingers were walking in the closet, passing over the western-style dress, thinking of something, and finally, staying on a white shirt.

The sky in the distance is warm and the sky is blue.

Chu Jin'an went to the mansion to hand over the invitation. The housekeeper here still remembered Chu Jin'an. He was stunned for a long time, pushed his glasses, and said, "Miss Chu, come here."

"I'm sorry." Chu Jin'an looked at the white hair on the butler's temples.

The mansion is solemn and grand, without any popularity, and the bloody coldness rushes towards your face. Passing by the huge shooting range, walking through the nine-curved veranda, rockery and flowing water, the housekeeper knew Chu Jin'an's purpose, and said in a low voice: "The fourth master is in the study .”

Chu Jin'an's eyelashes moved, and the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably, the rippling arc was full of sunshine.

She wore a very clean white shirt today, with irregular hem, drooping in a messy sense, thin and straight legs, and beautiful ankles.

She was whiter than the shirt and looked crisp and fresh, like first love.

Chu Jin'an knocked on the door of the study room twice, and then came the sound of entering.

The study is huge.

Listed all kinds of classics and documents, as well as serious cases of monarch affairs.

Fu Rongheng leaned his back against the grand teacher's chair, and was talking to the person in front of him, just against the light, his expression was a little careless and indifferent.

The military uniform was half draped over the shoulders lazily, and the shirt inside was as white as snow, with two buttons unbuttoned.

Inexplicable, unrestrained and unrestrained.

He looked up and looked at her.

Chu Jinan stopped at the door, waiting for him to speak.

"There's the gramophone, try it yourself."

Fu Rongheng said, his chin nodded.

With a clear voice, he indicated.

"Okay." Chu Jin'an nodded, and curiously saw another man sitting opposite Fu Rongheng, with a firm face and half-stained temples.

She met him on the pier as his adjutant.

The two should be discussing business.

The sound of conversation resounded in the study.

His occasional voice was flat and harsh.

Chu Jin'an didn't bother them, and walked towards the phonograph, feeling a little relieved, it seemed that it was staying here very well, and he didn't know if he remembered its former owner.

She stayed for a while, paying attention to their conversation, and out of the corner of her eye, she could glimpse a vague outline, sitting in the mountains and rivers.

Chu Jin'an was a little bored, he fiddled with the gramophone twice, and accidentally tuned out the sound.

A familiar and nostalgic melody flows from the phonograph, dragging people back to that summer.

It's Yuguang Song.

Chu Jin'an can hear just one sound.

She was stunned for a moment, and then, what kind of trembling emotions rushed into her heart, it was hard to say, it fluctuated and oscillated with the music of the record.

"It seems that Zhou Ke's craftsmanship is not bad."

A calm voice sounded from behind.

Bring Chu Jin'an back to reality.

She turned back.

The adjutant who was talking to Fu Rongheng left at some point, and there were only the two of them left in the study, which was a little empty.

Chu Jinan smiled, and said seriously: "He should be given a raise."

He said it should be added.

The melody of the Yuguang song is still flowing, it is an auditory feast, and the dust is floating in the light spots.

When Fu Rongheng saw the shirt on her body, his gaze was the same as before, when he stared at people, his eyes were strong and cold.

Chu Jin'an seemed to have seen through his mind, and asked nonchalantly, "Why is the record of Yuguangqu here? Fourth brother found it?"

"Smoothly." He said, the eyelids of those eyes are thin, and the eye shape is narrow and long. If you look closely, you will find a light-colored mole at the end of the eyes. The eyes are very ruthless, rubbed with a sense of absolute abstinence.

"Fu Rongheng!"

Suddenly, a gloomy and angry voice sounded outside the study, breaking the silence in the room.

"I see my fourth brother, why do you stop me?!"

"Without Fourth Master's order, idlers are not allowed to step into the important place of the study." The guard said.

Fu Xianzaren and others Depth of Field: ?! ?
What about good brothers like siblings?There is no way to live this day!

"Go away!"

"You can't go in."

Listening to the movement outside the study room, Fu Rongheng's complexion was not warm, and his words were as precious as gold.

"Let him in."

Chu Jin'an frowned, somewhat displeased that the atmosphere had been broken, and felt that the voice was very familiar.

The visitor pushed open the door of the study room. He was a young man in his twenties, wearing a fancy floral shirt, extremely colorful, feminine and handsome, but at the moment his long eyebrows stood erect, with dark clouds in the dark sky piled on the ends of his eyebrows, and his face was pale. It's really sinister.

"Fu Rongheng! Why do you have someone dismiss me from the Inspectorate?!"

Fu Jingshen originally had a good time in it, and got a lot of benefits from it, and he was enjoying himself.

A single sentence from above has withdrawn Fu Jingshen's great interests.

He asked, and everyone would keep it secret.

Except for Fourth Master Fu, who wouldn't dare to mention even a few words?

How could Fu Jingshen be so good at giving up?
Chu Jin'an stared at him twice, and finally recognized him.

It turns out that some people have the same taste after four years!
"Collecting bribes without permission, taking money and breaking the law, what is not enough to punish you?" Fu Rongheng didn't even move his brows, his tone was calm.

Fu Jingshen's face changed slightly, and he stood a few steps away from Fu Rongheng, staring at him.

"That's the inspectorate I entered with my ability! Besides, I just collected a few gold bars and helped them a little. Don't fourth brothers understand this little favor?"

"By ability?" Fu Rongheng chuckled lightly.

There was no emotion in the words, it just fell on Fu Jingshen's ear, which was extremely ear-piercing, like a superior mockery.

The man in front of him sat in the autocratic position of a warlord at a young age, holding the power of life and death, and guarding the bones, how can people not be afraid?

Jealousy again!
With Fu Rongheng out of Beicheng, there is no room for other people.

Fu Jingshen narrowed his eyes slowly, recalling what happened during this period, when his gaze fell on Chu Jin'an, he froze for a moment.

He circled around the two of them strangely, then slowly moved the corners of his mouth, and greeted them with a dragging tone, like teasing with unknown meaning.

"It turns out that the fourth sister-in-law has returned to China."