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

There was a brief silence in the car, and the patter of rain outside was like the deep and lonely melody in his eyes.

After a short pause, Chu Jin'an paused again.

"I know—" she said with a cold face, "Fourth master never, came, did, have, heart!"

The car stopped outside Chu's mansion, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier. After Chu Jin'an finished speaking, he didn't want to be alone in the car with him. The atmosphere was thick and surging, and he panicked, so he immediately pushed the door and got out of the car.

The aura was full, but he fled in despair.

The wind was strong, and the heavy rain hit him unexpectedly and violently. Chu Jin'an was hit by the rain all of a sudden, but he didn't expect it to come down so fast.

She raised her hand to block it, but she couldn't stop her panic, her head went blank for two seconds, and she couldn't hold back when she went back, so she simply walked forward.

At this time, a shadow fell above the head.

The straight black umbrella tilted slowly towards her, blocking the wind and rain.

Shu Lang's voice was not hurried or slow, falling on his ears.

"If you don't agree, you will lose your temper." The young officer stood behind her with an umbrella, his back was steep and straight, and he stood still, "Chu Jin'an, you are growing a bit."

"That's how I am. The fourth brother has watched me for so many years, don't you know?"

Chu Jin'an turned his face away, with a fair and thin side face, standing still, the tassels on the military uniform swaying from side to side, the golden color is particularly eye-catching on rainy days.

"Go forward." Fu Rongheng held her shoulders, his fingers holding the umbrella were clearly knuckles, and his voice was slightly lazy, "Fourth Brother has no habit of getting out in the rain with you."

Chu Jin'an's face softened a little, and he walked forward in silence, easily angry, but also very coaxable.

The military boots stepped on the stone slab calmly, stepped into the gate of the Chu Mansion, always behind her, holding an umbrella for her.

His white shirt was slightly wet.

"Get an umbrella for yourself." Chu Jin'an couldn't stand it anymore and said.

"Not angry?"

Chu Jin'an pursed her lower lip, looked up, and saw the man's cold and noble eyebrows, part of the shadow cast by the eaves of the umbrella, and those deep eyes clearly reflected her.

The rain under the eaves was dripping and falling on the moss. He stood beside the vermilion column in the veranda of the mansion, holding an umbrella in one hand, looking antique and always in charge of life and death. Concentrating on a person can give people the illusion of affection.

Chu Jin'an wanted to ask a lot, but suddenly felt that it was unnecessary, his expression loosened, and he refused to admit it: "Why do you look at me like that..."

Fu Rongheng looked past her and nodded: "Mr. Chu."

Chu Jin'an: "."

"Rong Heng is here." Old Mr. Chu walked over slowly, dressed in a long coat, and said generously.

"I'm bothering you, I hope I'm not late." Fu Rongheng said calmly.

"I know you're coming, and the study is ready." Chu Changzong looked at Chu Jin'an with a soft expression, and patted her on the shoulder, "I would like to trouble you to send the little girl back, Jin'an, thank Rong Heng."

Fu Rongheng: "You're welcome, I just happened to be on the way."

Chu Jin'an: "..."

She said how could Fu Rongheng be so good!Heart!

It turned out that she was just incidental! !
Chu Jin'an thought that his lungs were about to explode when he thought of his self-indulgent sentimentality just now, how could he thank him, snatched the umbrella from Fu Rongheng's hand, with fire in his eyes: "Fourth Master, goodbye!"

After finishing speaking, she turned around and left, walking quickly.

Seeing this scene, old Mr. Chu sighed helplessly: "The little girl has a bad temper, she is very offensive, and she didn't mean it."

"No." Fu Rong withdrew his gaze.

Chu Changzong laughed, looked at the back of the girl leaving, paused for a moment on the solemn military uniform she was wearing, and looked at Fu Rongheng.

The two walked down the veranda together, relatively silently.

After a while, the vicissitudes of life and kind voice spoke slowly amidst the sound of rain.

"Because the little girl has a spoiled temperament, I only hope that she can live in peace and health in the future, and stay away from war-torn places. If I can't protect her from worries, I will never let go of my heart."

Fu Rongheng's footsteps stopped slightly, and his face seemed a little pale.

He looked into the distance, the scenery of the northern city was ups and downs all the way, extending towards the Qingshan Mountains, across thousands of miles of bones, and the flames of war were raging.

The old man let out a long sigh.

"Now that she has reached the age of marriage, she should keep a distance from Fourth Master, so as not to be misunderstood...

The sound of rain falling, the roar of the mountains and the tsunami, are silent.

Yu Mu couldn't see his face clearly, nor could he hear his voice clearly, and he was always at the top but rarely waited patiently for Chu Changzong to speak.

The back view under the veranda, strolling in the old times, is as steep as the snow among the pines, unattainable, and the coldness of several years can not be erased.

Under the seemingly elegant surface, who knows the king's ambitions, dormant for thousands of miles.

After a while, answer.

"Mr. Chu said yes."

The study has arrived.

Mr. Chu stretched out his hand: "Please, Rong Heng."

Fu Rongheng stood under the eaves, nodded slightly, and stepped in with his military boots, his eyes were far-reaching, pretending that the mountains and rivers are vast, and there are old friends playing.

The door closed slowly.

The rain stopped at night, and Chu Jin'an didn't know when Fu Rongheng left. When the family was having dinner in the living room at night, she couldn't help but look at Chu Changzong, holding back her words, and after a while, she took another look. , see later.

Doesn't Chu Changzong know her yet?opened the mouth.

"Rong Heng left a long time ago."

"What did you tell him?" Chu Jin'an asked reservedly.

"It's just some official business." Chu Changzong ordered with white hair on his temples and wearing reading glasses.

"Recently, you stay at home peacefully and don't run around. Also, Rong Heng has heavy military affairs, so don't disturb him."

Chu Jin'an was not happy: "I still have to train the medical team! How can it be considered running around? This is a big deal, and I have to go to the battlefield with Fu Rongheng."

"Does he know?"

"Of course I'll tell him then!"

Chu Changzong looked at her for a long time, "Don't mention this matter in the future, let's eat."

"Why do I feel like you guys are hiding something from me?" Chu Jin'an was suspicious and uneasy.

Chu Changzong said in a deep voice: "I hope you can work in the hospital with peace of mind, and you don't have to do other things."

When Chu Jin'an heard the clock strike, he lost all interest in life, and even the delicious food in his mouth became dull.

After finishing the meal, Chu Jin'an returned to the room, and saw the military uniform hanging on the shelf, which she deliberately did not return to Fu Rongheng.

Don't let her go, right? She just wants to go.

Chu Jin'an took away the military uniform, slipped out of the mansion, called a car, and said calmly, "To Fu's mansion."

The night in Beicheng gradually deepened.

In the old house of the Fu family, today is a family banquet, and people from each room gather together.

Fu Zhenshan is over [-] years old this year. He is the current ruler of the Fu family. He has many heirs and has a very high prestige.

Fu Rongheng came a bit late, but no one said no.

Even though Fu Zhenshan is still in charge of the Fu family, it's hard to say who owns the real power.

Seeing Fu Rongheng, Fu Zhenshan relaxed his brows: "How about Pingcheng?"

"The two rebels in the province will have an affair." Fu Rongheng sat down calmly, "It's over."

As for how cruel the solution is, there is no need to talk about it.