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

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.

She slowed down for two seconds, her heart was still beating like a rabbit, and she pursed her lips, feeling that there was some breath left on it.

Chu Jin'an didn't want to leave just like that, so he tried his best to calm down his turbulent mood, carefully put Fu Rongheng's glasses back on, and patted him on the shoulder with a little force to wake him up.

"Fourth brother."

The study room was so quiet that the breathing of the two could be heard.

The latter slowly opened his eyes.

The eyes behind the silver lenses were deep and bottomless. Under the flickering lights, Chu Jin'an and Chu Jin'an looked at each other for a moment.

Chu Jin'an jumped into the abyss under his eyes, as if drowning in the cruel and affectionate that would never be restored.

I forgot to say the words I prepared for a while, and the sound of my heartbeat was as heavy as a drum.

Fu Rongheng raised his head slightly, took off his glasses, and put them on the table. Seeing her, he didn't show many unexpected emotions. His voice was hoarse and tired, and it was especially exciting in the middle of the night: "Sit down."

Chu Jin'an's tense mood relaxed following his words, and he felt a little inexplicably lost.

She calmed down, as if nothing had happened, raised the coat in her arms, and her smile was bright and blooming, as bright as the sun.

"Come and return your clothes."

Fu Rongheng hummed, raised his fingers and rubbed the center of his brows: "Just let it go."

"Seeing that you fell asleep just now, have you been busy recently?"

"It's okay." Fu Rongheng asked, "Did you just come?"

Chu Jin'an paused for a moment, her lips started to feel hot again, she licked it uncomfortably, her lips were sweet and soft, dimpled slightly: "That's right."

She was afraid that Fu Rongheng would ask again, so she quickly changed the subject: "Why don't I give you a shoulder press, I'm a medical student, and I can relieve your fatigue."

Fu Rongheng stared at her for a moment, then retracted his gaze, and returned to his usual indifference: "Come on."

His eyes have a sense of story, and Chu Jin'an vaguely felt that he had missed something, but couldn't put it into words, his heart fluttered.

She went around behind him and pressed his shoulders with a flexible yet strong strength.

The atmosphere was silent for a short time, neither of them spoke.

Through the thin shirt, Chu Jin'an could feel the hardness of his shoulders, and when he looked down, he could see the rise and fall of his collarbone with his breathing.

She lowered her fingers slowly.

"Chu Jin'an."

"Ok?"

"Enough." Fu Rongheng pressed her wrist.

"Oh." Chu Jin'an asked, "Will it be comfortable?"

Fu Rongheng flexed and stretched his fingers, and buttoned the top button of his shirt. The metal buttons were luxurious and mysterious.

The slender bones will make a clicking sound as they move, and even the slightly protruding veins are very controlling, the thin lips are gently pulled, and they joke coldly: "I will see you next time?"

"I am extremely happy to relieve the fourth brother from his fatigue."

Chu Jin'an smiled, his face was delicate and soft, seeing the curvature of his mouth, and thinking of the touch that was not a kiss just now, it was like drinking ice.

What would it look like to kiss such a cold person?
like profanity.

She pointed to the mung bean soup on the table, "Aunt said you were discussing business with your father, so I asked me to bring it to you."

"Drink it now, it will be cold later."

Fu Rongheng nodded: "Someone will come to the study later."

Chu Jin'an sighed: "If Tang stays, people can leave. Is that what you mean?"

"So you understand me?" He squinted his eyes, his voice was a little hoarse and clear, and the second half of the sentence was an explanation to her, "Let Zhou Ke take you back."

"I know you're busy, so you don't need to call someone."

Maybe he did something unconscionable, Chu Jin'an never dared to look him in the eyes, his heart pounded like a deer, he didn't know if it was a person's turmoil, or the sound of the rain got a response, so he pretended to be calm and said.

"My driver will take me off, then I'll go back first, you go to bed early."

She served him a bowl of soup, reminded him to drink it, and then walked out.

The slender and thin back is in April's picture scroll, with long black hair scattered behind her, and earrings on her white earlobes, the color is like cinnabar-like red beans, this thing is the most lovesick.

From the little one in the memory to the slim and graceful.

Except for the four years of separation, Fu Rongheng has seen all of her growth.

Fu Rongheng didn't see her off, leaning against the back of the chair, when the girl walked to the door, he suddenly spoke and read her name with his thin lips.

"Chu Jin'an."

The word is cold, the sound is solemn, he has always been unkind, and he has a sense of oppression, but now in the middle of the night, it happens to be a different kind of warmth under indifference.

It's hard to tell what it means, and it's hard to let go of its affection.

Chu Jin'an stopped in his tracks, listening to his ears, he always felt that those three words carried some other meaning, something strange extended in April, which made people flustered.

He called her name twice tonight.

In the past, Fu Rongheng would only call her by her full name when he was annoyed or displeased by her.

Chu Jin'an didn't understand what he meant.

She turned her back to him, couldn't see his expression clearly, turned around, and the light was bright: "What's wrong?"

There was a long silence.

He looked at her under the light, her outline was half-illuminated, with vast mountains and rivers behind her.

When I met Jun at the beginning, I found out that it was unpredictable. Later, I became ruthless.

"Beicheng is not peaceful, so you don't go out."

"Understood, fourth brother also take care."

After Chu Jin'an left, the light in the study was blown out by the wind, and there was only one person leaning on the back of the chair, with his profile in the shadows, deep in thought for a long time.

I am used to this kind of quietness, and occasionally I feel restrained, probably because I feel a little out of breath.

Fu Rongheng tore off two shirt buttons, his brows were serious but restrained, and inadvertently, the back of his hand brushed his thin lips, leaving a lingering warmth.

The long night is hard to see, and the cold wind is blowing.

When Fu Zhenshan came back, he saw the mung bean soup on the table and smiled.

"I just met Jin'an, and she told me that you were so tired that you fell asleep just now, and told me not to let you do things alone all the time. This child cares about you, so I can't refute her kindness. Why don't you stay here tonight?" Stay in the old house and rest early."

"No need." Fu Rongheng wiped the lens and put the silver mirror on the bridge of his nose.

"Ok?"

"I just didn't sleep."

Chu Jin'an came out of Fu's mansion, walking alone on the deserted street, with her skirt flying like a moon boat, swaying and swaying, the moonlight was soft and bright.

She frowned, let out a breath, and spread her hands.

A cuff button of military uniform lay quietly in the palm of his hand, the cold metal temperature was stained with body temperature, like a stolen kiss, it quickly hit the cold of the night, and the temperature dissipated little.

Chu Jin'an clenched it tightly again, the slightly hard edges biting the palm of his hand, and looked back in the direction of Fu's residence.

"Fu Rongheng."

"It's a long road ahead."

I have accompanied him through the past 21 years, so why not worry about the next few years.

The fourth master of the Fu family, official affairs belong to the world, as for private affairs, it's hers.

At the same time, in the guest room of Fu's mansion, the beautiful spring scenery cannot conceal the mess everywhere.

The cheongsam was scattered all over the place. Although the embroidered peonies were lush and beautiful, they seemed to be wet and ruined in the bitter wind and rain.

"Is it still called Fourth Brother?" Fu Jingshen smiled lowly, "Miss Tang."