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

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

"No..." Tang Hanting said in pain.

Fu Jingshen: "Fu Rongheng, Xiao Xiao can't think about it, you can only marry me in this life."

"You're dreaming! What kind of a man is a bully!" Tang Hanting sneered intermittently, her eyes were condescending, "Even if I die, I will not marry you!"

Going round and round, although avoiding like a snake and scorpion, they went to the same road again.

Or avoid it!
Or yearn for a long time!

The two story lines and the fate dispute extend all the way forward.

The days pass, the trees sprout in the spring, they bear fruit in the autumn, and the flowers bloom in the summer, and everything has a beginning and an end.

In the twinkling of an eye, it was late spring, and the warm atmosphere swept through Beicheng ahead of schedule, but the background of tragedy could not be changed.

It was a sunny day, and Chu Jin'an came to work in the hospital very early.

The atmosphere in the hospital seemed a little restless today. Some people occasionally discussed in a low voice, and saw Chu Jin'an quickly stop talking.

What the hell?

Chu Jin'an still had business to do, so he didn't ask too much.

After one operation was over, she went back to the department to rest, and slumped down on a chair lazily. She happened to see the morning newspaper on Liang Shangjun's desk, and planned to take it over to have a look, but no sooner did she touch the newspaper than she was pressed down.

"Are you done?" Liang Shangjun took out the newspaper from her hand and asked.

"That's right." Chu Jin'an was even more puzzled, "I'll read the newspaper."

Liang Shangjun looked at her with a calm expression: "Is there something wrong with you and Fu Rongheng?"

"what is the problem?"

During this period of time, Chu Jin'an only saw Fu Rongheng twice. He was very busy, and these days he was even more elusive. The two of them hardly spoke.

Thinking of the commotion in the hospital this morning, Chu Jin'an frowned, feeling a bad feeling in his heart, took out the Morning News from Liang Shangjun's hand, glanced at it, and stopped his gaze suddenly.

"The newspaper office in Beicheng is quite sensitive. The news from last night was published in the newspaper this morning.

Liang Shangjun sighed, knowing that she would have to see it sooner or later, he didn't mean to hide it from her, it wasn't necessary, but as a colleague, he didn't want Chu Jin'an to be affected by his personal feelings at the critical moment of work.

"Fourth Master Fu spent a lot of money to book a lot of money for the Paramount Huakuan and Jacaranda girl—"

Chu Jin'an read each word at a time, and the more he read, the slower he read, with no expression on his face.

What a familiar name.

Really familiar story.

But she doesn't believe it, well, sit down.

The report said that the jacaranda girl was forced by a dude, and begged in front of the officer in a hurry. Mr. Fu was moved with compassion, and the hero saved the beauty. It will become a good story.

A face that I still feel sorry for suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. On a rainy day, I looked at her with complicated eyes.

What a deal!
What a compassionate heart!
Chu Jin Anzai read the report carefully, not missing a single word, read it over and over several times, and didn't believe it.

In the entire Beicheng, no one dared to spread rumors about Fu Rongheng.

With a sound of "snap!", the newspaper was slapped on the table so hard that the desk would shake.

"Are you OK?"

"I'm fine!"

Throughout the day, Chu Jin'an restrained his temper and devoted himself to his work, because he had temporarily received a critically ill patient, and it was already late at night when he got off work.

She changed out of her white coat, picked up the newspaper and called a rickshaw outside. Feeling chilly all over, she went straight to the Commander's Mansion and walked straight in.

"I want to see Fu Rongheng!"

"Miss Chu, Miss Chu, you can't just break in like this..." The servants kept complaining, but they didn't dare to stop Chu Jin'an.

After all, Fu Rongheng gave Chu Jin'an the right to travel freely in the Commander's Mansion.

"Where is Fu Rongheng?"

With a cold face, Chu Jin'an squeezed the newspaper, his finger bones creaked, and was ready to slap the newspaper on Fu Rongheng's face.

The servant bit the bullet: "Fourth Master... Fourth Master has not come back..."

"Oh." Chu Jinan said calmly, "He's at Paramount."

There is no moon tonight, and there is a cool breeze.

"boarding."

When Chu Jin'an came out of the Commander's Mansion, a car was parked outside, and Liang Shangjun lowered the window of the car to call her, with a cool and handsome profile.

Chu Jinan got on the co-pilot: "Look how beautiful the moonlight is tonight."

Liang Shangjun: "?"

He looked up at the empty night sky above: "Yes."

"It would be a pity if there is no beautiful woman to enjoy the moon in such a scenery." Chu Jin'an said, "Can you accompany me to Paramount?"

It is inconvenient for a girl in Chu Jin'an to go, but it will be much easier with Liang Shangjun.

It was clearly his own car, but Liang Shangjun felt like he was in a stolen car.

He sighed: "Just tell me, do I have the right to refuse?"

The car looked in the direction of Paramount, without saying a word all the way, Chu Jin'an turned his face sideways and looked out the window, unusually silent.

She lowered the car window and stretched out her hand, her palm seemed to catch the wind, but when she opened it, there was nothing left, leaving only the cold air.

Liang Shangjun glanced at him: "It's time for a thug." He said, his voice lazily joking, "Kids know not to put their hands out of the car window. How old is Miss Chu?"

The corner of Chu Jin'an's mouth curled slightly, but he didn't speak.

Liang Shangjun didn't speak again, telling her to be quiet.

Getting along with him will be very easy, he has the humor and demeanor that a man should have, and he has just the right distance to attract women, but occasionally it will give people a feeling of being unpredictable, far from being as simple as the surface.

The car stopped.

Paramount is at its busiest in the middle of the night, brightly lit all night long.

Contaminated with the depraved atmosphere of wealth, power and sex, the most indulgent and enjoyable prosperity blooms on top of loneliness.

Chu Jin'an looked up at the magnificent foreign building standing in the long night in front of him. His long black hair fluttered in the wind, reflecting a clean face.

The laughter and laughter that came out of it were full of the absurdity and extravagance of this old era, as well as an indescribable sense of sadness.

"Thank you today." Chu Jin'an said, ready to get off the car, "Thank you another day.

Just as she was about to open the car door, someone held her shoulder.

Liang Shangjun looked into the distance with deep eyes, as if seeing an old acquaintance goodbye.

Chu Jin'an paused, and through the car window, he saw the figure coming out of Paramount.

He stood in the dimly lit place, with a stern military uniform and a cold silhouette, surrounded by people.

It was a little far away, his figure was blurred by the night, and his expression could not be seen clearly. He seemed to have a faint smile, but he still felt a little careless and lonely.

Jiangshan, power, women's sex, occupying a high position in Vanity Fair, determine the universe.He lacks everything, but no one knows what he wants.

Others spoke a few words to him, unable to hide their awe.

After he nodded, he walked towards the black car on the opposite side of the street, followed by a young woman with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, looking up at him with admiration, no one could complain.

It should be sober tonight, a beautiful day, and a beautiful woman by your side.

Chu Jin'an watched the scene without moving.

She had only seen the people around him in the newspaper this morning.

Jacaranda.

Even the name is cute and pitiful.

In the middle of the night, the man didn't look this way, but leaned over the car, the golden tassels on the military uniform swayed slightly with the movement, killing and solemn, disappeared from sight, blocked by the military vehicle, even though he was indifferent and romantic.

The woman got into the car with him, one behind the other.