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

Chu Jin'an made a comparison.

"We've definitely been developing our own technology for a long time, but right now, these devices just provide protection for scarce medical resources."

Fu Rongheng didn't speak, tapped his finger bones lightly, as if thinking about it, and there was a light crease between his brows because of frowning for many years, which made people feel pressure unconsciously when he was serious.

Chu Jin'an waited patiently for his silence, his eyes fell on Fu Rongheng's hands, and his movements could touch her heart.

Until Fu Rongheng spoke.

"How long will it take to quickly form a group of professional field medical teams?"

Some ideas are self-evident and coincident. Chu Jin'an knew what Fu Rongheng wanted, and she herself had the same intention, so she answered fluently.

"I know some friends who are engaged in medical work, and they are willing to participate in this project. Cooperating with the military, a group of medical teams that can go directly to the battlefield can be formed within three months."

This is just a general idea, and various problems will still be encountered in actual practice, but it is indeed urgently needed at present.

"One month."

Fu Rongheng said under Chu Jinan's astonished eyes: "Can it be done?"

Whether it's time or his request.

too harsh.

Chu Jin'an: "You can try your best."

"What I want is not how hard you work, but the result." Fu Rongheng said, "One month at the latest."

is his minimum standard.

"It can be done." Chu Jin'an said seriously.

However, Chu Jin'an still had some doubts: "Why is there such a hurry? Does the team need to do something first?"

"Duty." Fu Rongheng looked at her and only said two words.

Some things don't need to be asked, just obey, she still doesn't understand.Fu Rongheng then raised several key questions, and Chu Jin'an explained them one by one, talking eloquently.

The study room is huge, but not empty. Military affairs and books are clearly listed, and the voice in it is extremely clear.

The faintly setting sun cast the shadows of the two on the ground, gradually separating and overlapping.

Among them, the shadow of the girl is vivid, while the latter is as stable as Mount Tai.

Unknowingly, it was getting late and the cold wind was blowing, Chu Jin'an talked to Fu Rongheng that his mouth was dry, and when he remembered looking for water to drink, he saw the darkness covering the world outside the window.

Talking to him about business matters was a lot of pressure, frowning easily made people frightened, thinking about what he said was wrong, and he didn't forgive him at all because of Chu Jin'an.

In private matters, he sometimes pampers her, but in public affairs, the strict system never allows her to mess around, and if there is a problem, she will be punished.

Chu Jin'an didn't know how those lieutenants spent their time under Fu Rongheng's command. He could only say that he knew how to employ people, and he was even better at controlling them.

Fu Rongheng made neat arrangements and gave orders, his timeless profile was reflected in the dark sky: "The funds will be transferred from public funds, if there is no problem, it will be remitted to the hospital account tomorrow night."

"Let the project leader come to see me, the sooner the better."

"Isn't she here?" Chu Jin'an asked.

Fu Rongheng paused slightly.

Chu Jin'an stood up and stretched out his hand to Fu Rongheng, with a calm expression and clear words.

"Hello, officer, I am the person in charge of field medical care!"

Her eyes sparkle.

Fu Rongheng paused for two seconds, and his voice was incomprehensibly cold: "Are you going to the battlefield?"

Chu Jin'an met his eyes.

He has always been deep and quiet, and that kind of calmness can't be dispelled by the drunkenness of the flowers in the hall, and he will follow him step by step until he is gone.

The sense of story is deep and dense.

Just why, the old gramophone keeps working, and with the gentle music of Yuguangqu, it casts a tragic color on everything?
His attitude seemed a little different from what he had imagined.Very strange.

Chu Jin'an was not sure, and didn't know what he was thinking, so he thought of giving Fu Rongheng a surprise and explained deliberately.

"No, I'm just responsible for cultivating this team. I have other things to do in North City."

There was a brief silence.

Fu Rongheng looked at her face, and suddenly remembered the last sentence she said by the lakeside last time when she grabbed his cuff, the vibrato that was well hidden in her soft voice was still noticed.

Whether it is touched or not, only the people in the play know, and the outsiders don't know.

After a while, Fourth Master Fu turned pale and reached out his hand to her.

The phalanges are slender and have ribbed lines.

Chu Jin'an thought, with his appearance, clear and seductive, even if he doesn't live in a high place in the deep cold, he can still be romantic in the world.

She approached with some doubts, her heart inexplicably grabbed a beat, and she felt an uncontrollable desire to move, as if the water was about to overflow, and she wanted to do something and get closer.

Perhaps it was his peace that gave her the courage to go further, Chu Jin'an made an unexpected move, gently put his chin on his hand, and looked up at him.

"what happened?"

The girl has the soft and reserved features unique to oriental faces. She raised her head and stretched her neck to make her neck more slender. The looming collarbone under the white shirt was exquisite.

The shirt was very similar to Fu Rongheng's military uniform, with double shadows of white color, and the shadows outside the window were sparse and hazy.

But Chu Jin'an always felt that the texture of his white shirt showed his muscles and bones, which was very different from others.

That kind of cold and straight, dignified, and light, too indescribable, yet intoxicating.

The wind rustled through the treetops, brushing the tassels on his military uniform.

A few strands of long black hair were scattered in Fu Rongheng's palm, waiting to be picked by you.

Her eyes are like the surface of a lake in spring, soft and vivid, clean and clear.

Fu Rongheng lowered his eyes and stared at her, his browbones relaxed a little, his long eyelashes cast a light shadow on the eyelids, hiding the fickle mole at the end of his eyes.

This is a distance with great control and a sense of overlooking.

He could even see the tiny, moist fluff on her face, like the plain white dandelion fluff in spring, so that he had a subtle feeling.

"Fourth brother?" Chu Jin'an asked after he hadn't moved for a long time.

The next second, the hand was pulled away from her chin, and the cool white shirt cuff accidentally brushed the tip of her nose, and finally the palm was placed on her head.

Knead vigorously twice.

Like when she was a child, she had played with the teenager countless times, and the other party reached out from the ordnance and rubbed her head indiscriminately.

The movements are green, until peaceful.

Chu Jin'an was stunned, and the tip of his nose moved slightly. At that moment, he smelled the faint cedar fragrance on his body, which was cool and pleasant, and smelled the smell of years.

"you're good."

The deep voice fell, accompanied by chest vibration.

Fourth Master Fu never praised others easily, at least the number of times Chu Jin'an has been praised by him is one of the few in the past ten years.

Chu Jin'an came to his senses and smiled sullenly, his cheeks were soft and rosy, like flower buds blooming in early spring.

"Thank you fourth brother!"

She looked at him with hot eyes.

Fu Rongheng suddenly felt that the fingertips that touched her were hot, and the strange temperature spread from the blood vessels to the heart.

He paused for a moment, then withdrew his hand, and the trace of warmth was also withdrawn, and he returned to his indifferent appearance.

"How old are you, why are you being coquettish?"