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

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

Fu Jingshen sat down drinking, with a look of pleasure, listening to them talking, the movement of drinking stopped imperceptibly, and the murderous intent flashed in his eyes, hidden in the superficial surface.

I thought to myself, is this old man Fu Zhenshan really confused?
No matter how many times he took eye drops, he didn't see Fu Zhenshan acting in fear of Fu Rongheng.

"Dad, I heard that you like listening to music recently, so I specially found someone here!"

Fu Jingshen wanted to please Fu Zhenshan, so he stood up, said loudly, clapped his hands, and led Tang Hanting in.

The toasts were staggered, and the family banquet was prosperous.

Tang Hanting sang late into the night on stage with a hoarse voice.Bright eyes are good at looking, but he didn't win a look from the person he was thinking of.

Beauty is in full bloom in Fu Jingshen's heart, Tang Hanting's expression is indifferent, even if it is ruthless, it is touching!

It was very late at night, Fu Rongheng was in a slump, and left the banquet early, his brows and eyes were a little bit drunk, he tore off two shirt buttons with one hand, and walked outside.

The guard followed behind him and whispered, "Fourth Master, your military uniform is still in Miss Chu's hands."

"Give it to her first." Fu Rongheng's face remained unchanged.

He said, his voice was dull.

"You go get it tomorrow."

Then someone called Fu Rongheng to stop.

"Fourth master, the master wants to discuss important matters with you."

On the other hand, Tang Hanting's coveted plan was in vain. After the family banquet, she changed her costume in the guest room, took a shower and changed her clothes. She had a plan in her heart, took risks, and was ready to move.

Time was running out, so Tang Hanting bought a servant of the old house with a golden hairpin: "As long as you bring Fourth Master Fu into this room, the rest of the rewards are easy to talk about."

The servant was dazzled by the wealth, nodded his head in agreement, and walked out, but because he was too nervous, he bumped into someone accidentally.

"Don't you have eyes!"

A gloomy voice sounded.

The servant panicked in fright, and the hairpin hidden in her sleeve fell to the ground. Seeing Fu Jingshen's charming face, she knelt down on the ground with weak legs, and hurried to pick up the hairpin.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Young Master Liu, I didn't mean to..."

"Wait a minute." Fu Jingshen was stricken by the old thing, feeling annoyed, squinting his eyes, and recognized the hairpin on the ground, his tone became more and more strange, "Where did this hairpin come from?"

In the guest room, behind the screen, it was steaming.

Tang Hanting took off her clothes in front of the mirror one by one, stepped into the bathtub, with a smile on her red lips, imagining the scene where Fu Rongheng would push the door and come in while the curling mist rose.

As long as Fu Rongheng comes, she will naturally have a way to keep him.

"Creak—" With a sound, the night wind blew, and the door was pushed open.Tang Hanting saw the slanted shadow of the man through the screen.

Her cheeks were slightly red, and she said, "Fourth Master!"

The night undulates into the distance, another scene.

In the veranda, the girl's profile is mottled under the moonlight.

"It's safe today?" Mother Fu said in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Chu Jin'an got out of the car and went straight to Fu's old house. She changed into a long skirt, and added a plaid coat to Fu's mother, wearing a black military uniform in her arms.

"The fourth brother left the military uniform with me, and I will send it to him."

Fu's mother was stunned for a moment, her eyes were ambiguous, and she had an expression that I understood: "He just came back from Pingcheng today. He heard that there was someone in Pingcheng colluding with Huiqin. Now it's over and I'm going to find you."

Chu Jin'an frowned: "I didn't hear him talk about going to Pingcheng.

"It may be that the operation is kept secret. He is so busy that he never sees the end. I only knew when he came back today."

Mother Fu sighed, "It's not a peaceful day, and I don't know if it will..."

When the time comes, the people will be in dire straits, who would have thought.

Chu Jin'an heard from his father: "The chaos over there is too chaotic. Do you want to fight outside before the internal fighting is over?"

"Who knows." Fu's mother deliberately matched the two, so she said: "Rong Heng and his father are discussing business in the study, you go and bring them a bowl of mung bean soup to soothe the nerves, the small kitchen is already cooked."

Chu Jin'an didn't care what Fu's mother misunderstood, nodded, and went to the study, passing through lush trees, incense pavilions, nine-curved corridors, and vermilion columns standing in the middle of the night, adding a century-old charm.

When passing by a certain room, there seemed to be some strange movements coming from it, but it was soon covered by the wind, and the night wind whimpered and howled.

Chu Jin'an glanced sideways, but didn't see anything unusual. He only wanted to see Fu Rongheng, and walked forward, stepping on the grid of the moonlight.

The shadow was bleak, a hand stretched out from the window, trying to grab something, but was quickly dragged back, struggling in vain...

In Fu's study room, the lights are still on, and the shadows are dim.

Chu Jin'an came in after obtaining the consent of the guards, but he didn't see Fu Zhenshan, only Fu Rongheng was sitting in front of the desk in the huge study room.

Under the dim candlelight, his silhouette was deep and shadowy, with his forehead resting on one hand, and his arms curled up against the table.

His eyes were closed, his breathing was steady, and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses hung on the bridge of his straight nose.

Someone came in without looking up.

For some reason, Chu Jin'an saw the word loneliness from him.

Would a person like him feel lonely while guarding the mighty country and waking up to power in the world?
"Fourth brother?" Chu Jin'an called out.

The study was quiet and there was no response.

Chu Jin'an still had his military uniform in his arms, mung bean soup was placed on the table next to him, and he stood in front of Fu Rongheng, looking at him.

The voice is a little low.

"Are you asleep?"

There were the two of them at the entrance of the study room, the dim light was old, the man's body undulated gently with his breathing, the two clavicles were looming as the buttons of the white shirt were unbuttoned, and the light and shadow outlined the hardness of the deep collarbone.

The outline looked a little less hostile than when he was sober, but more unpredictable.

This kind of quietness made Chu Jin'an feel some thoughts that he shouldn't have.

Her heart trembled, she bent down, and looked at him wearing glasses.

Sven, more cold-blooded, intertwined with a different kind of temptation.

Xu Shi was a little tired recently, and the brows were still furrowed when he fell asleep, with shallow creases, and he looked very stern and tired.

Chu Jin'an raised his hand and gently smoothed the center of his brows, a movement he rarely did when he was awake.

Her gaze slowly slipped down, and fell on his light-colored thin lips by accident. She always uttered cold words without the slightest warmth.

At that moment, I couldn't tell what kind of emotion swelled in my heart, and the sudden impulse was about to overflow, all the things in the daytime became unimportant, and as the folds between his brows were smoothed, they became soft and messy.

She lowered her head, breathed closer to Fu Rongheng, and quickly kissed the corner of his lips, her lips touched, bold but cautious.

A distance like never before.

Cool to the touch and temperature, the scent of cedar melts in the breath.

His arrogant and alienated appearance when he was awake and the sense of taboo brought about by stealing relatives, and the secret feelings that spread in the middle of the night that no one knew, made Chu Jin'an feel a little hot.

Fu Rongheng seemed to move a bit, and Chu Jin'an's heart tensed in fright, hanging in his throat, not daring to look at him too much, and quickly straightened up as if nothing had happened.