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

For a long time after that, when Chu Jin'an saw the ruler in Master Fu's hand, he was terrified, and when he glanced over, he was afraid.

It didn't get better until a long time passed, and after a few years, it would gradually fade into memory, with no long memory, no future, and more and more clinging to him.

After many calculations, when I was a child, it was Fu Rongheng who taught Chu Jin'an the most, not his parents or the teachers at home.

Too many things he taught are very useful, but Chu Jin'an was a little late to understand, and when he was young, he felt that he was unreasonable, so now he wants to laugh it off.

Chu Jin'an was distracted from the memory, a little dazed, looking at the sky blue glowing in the distance, the clouds were thick and lingering, unable to see through the sky.

She also thought that the first time she saw Fu Rongheng after returning to China was also in such a weather.

This kind of weather is too deserted, as if no one likes cloudy days, there is no human touch at all.

So after listening to the sound of rain falling, all the old people, old things and old feelings fell together with the frequency of cloudy sky, dark clouds, and rain, drowning in the corners and deep alleys.

The end of nostalgia may be reunion, or maybe it is forgetting.

The wind has picked up, and the coldness that has not dissipated in the air is rolled up, blowing people awake.

Tang Hanting looked at her alone: ​​"Didn't Dr. Liang bring you here?"

"What do you want him to send, won't I go by myself?"

Chu Jin'an's black eyelashes twitched, casually, dressed in a moon-white long dress matching the blue silk, his figure was graceful, retro and luxurious.

It is white and not white under the moon, lingering with blue and blue, just like the sky after the rain.

The ancients believed that the color of the moon is not soft and pure white, but a faint blue, which is almost the color of moonlight.

Chu Jin'an said that the pearl earrings on the earlobe were penetrating: "Let's eat something first."

"...Why are you still eating?"

Tang Hanting didn't dare to eat. She is a movie star and she has to manage her figure. If she eats too much, she will get fat. She can only watch Chu Jin'an eat and see her doubt life.

The delicious food can't move in front of it, as if it is being tortured.

It was very painful, but for the sake of beauty, Tang Hanting endured it.

In fact, the two of them got along pretty well. Tang Hanting wanted to have a good relationship with Chu Jin'an, so they got along very well, and she probably sensed the other's temper a little bit.

Generally speaking, it's okay to follow her, and you can only pet her. If you don't like her, you will easily lose your temper, and if you lose your temper, it will be bad.

Tang Hanting was so angry that her blood pressure rose slowly and she had a cerebral thrombosis 30 years earlier, and she still had to smile to be Chu Jin'an's confidant big sister, in fact, she had to tear Chu Jin'an's heart apart.

In order to get close to Fu Rongheng's plan.

She can bear it!
"This is delicious, do you want to eat it?"

".....No, thank you."

Chu Jin'an didn't care, anyway, she asked politely.

Qi Lou: "Why are you making false claims with her?"

"Know yourself and know the enemy, and you won't be in danger in a hundred battles."

"..." I didn't see it, I just saw that you seemed to be watching a play.

Unexpectedly, in the middle of the two people's stroll, it rained again on the cloudy day after the rain stopped. At first, it was only a few small raindrops, but then it became bigger and bigger, and the thunder was deafening!
It's like a doll's face, it can change at will.

Both of them didn't bring an umbrella, so they got wet unexpectedly and ran to the eaves of a store to hide from the rain.

The sound of the rain drowned out the noisy voices on the street. The raindrops hit the bluestone slab forcefully again and again. The water stalls gathered in the low-lying places were broken and reassembled, reflecting the gray-white sky, as if covered with a huge layer of gray. The curtain, I can't see it clearly.

The cool wind blows, the cold air hits, and the pedestrians on the street are in a hurry on a rainy day.

Some people stood under the eaves to shelter from the rain like them, some rickshaw drivers pulled the carts in the rain, and some drivers sat in the corners wearing yellowed white shirts, smoking dry tobacco secretly during the day, and the smoke rose with the rain and fog.

Occasionally, a black car stopped on the street, and a man in a suit and leather shoes stepped out of the car, or an elegant lady.

Accompanied by the courteous greetings of the attendants, stepping into the Paramount, where singing and dancing is peaceful, even rainy days can't extinguish its prosperity.

Sometimes it's like two worlds.

Chu Jin'an sighed: "That's it, I haven't eaten enough yet, I was drenched in the rain first. I'm so cold, have you brought a coat?"

Tang Hanting: "I think if I take off the cheongsam on my body and give it to you, I will have to run."

"Isn't that just to show off your charm?"

"It's not necessary, others will regard me as a lunatic."

"what a pity."

Everyone loves beauty, and Chu Jin'an is no exception. He didn't expect it to rain again today. He only wore a thin moon-white dress and stood on the moss-covered steps. His body was drenched in the rain, and his skin was a little cold. whitish.

The hem of the skirt was also wet, dripping with crystal drops of water, glowing a cool blue like moonlight, against the rainy scenery in the sky, like someone's cat.

But in Minggui's bones, no offense is allowed.

That kind of expensive, I don't know how to put it, Tang Hanting felt that Chu Jin'an might have been by Fu Rongheng's side for a long time, and he actually resembled that person by two or three points, so much that she didn't even notice it.

Tang Hanting was not much better than Chu Jin'an, especially when she was wearing a very tight cheongsam, her curves became more clearly visible after getting wet, her exuberant sexiness, her erosive roses, and her drunken slump.

These are easy to relate to her.

How many men looked at Tang Hanting nonchalantly without daring to look at Chu Jin'an.

She frowned, disgusted to the extreme, and smiled: "It's so despicable..."

Contemptuous and arrogant.

Therefore, it is more and more longing, some existence.

How many people love is what kind of skill, only the love of noble people is called skill.

What is noble?He has a cold and noble bones, a high status, power, status and women are all at his fingertips, like the Fourth Master Fu.

"Ahh-!"

Chu Jin'an sneezed, and the tip of his nose turned red from the cold.

At the same time, a pure black military vehicle slowly approached from a distance, and the pedestrians on the street consciously avoided it. The wheels rolled over the rainwater accumulated on the stone road, and the raindrops splashed everywhere.

In the misty rain, someone's footsteps are in unison.

"Miss Tang."

A soft voice sounded, falling with the sound of rain.

How about that voice?It's bone-crushing.

Mei inside.

"Miss Chu." The voice stopped and said softly again.

Chu Jin'an looked over and was stunned for a moment, not knowing her.

The woman holds a flower-folded umbrella and walks from the rain curtain, from the place where the flowers are blooming. The cheongsam is graceful and graceful, with a slender waist and a full grip. She walks swaying gracefully, which makes people think of looking back and smiling.

The face under the umbrella is so beautiful.

There is a vermilion tear mole in the corner of her right eye, like a speck of cinnabar, adding to the beauty, and the rain drips down her tear mole, as if it has condensed into a tear.

Those with moles of tears will flow for a lifetime and flutter for half a lifetime.

A pair of eyes that are as tender as autumn water are quietly looking at Chu Jin'an through the rain.

There seems to be too much to talk about.

It's strange that she doesn't even know her.

"You know me?" Chu Jin'an asked.