Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me
Chapter 930 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 26
Chapter 930 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 26
As the person in charge directly behind the scenes of investing in Jiangxing Company, Fu Rongheng came late after the banquet was halfway through, and greeted him in a low-key manner.
The organizer greeted him with a smile on his face, and led him into the main seat respectfully all the way.
I heard that he has been very busy these days, and the atmosphere in Beicheng is turbulent. Even this important banquet, he came here halfway through the end of military affairs. Before he had time to change his clothes, he simply wore military uniform with a solemn silhouette.
That day, Chu Jin'an accompanied Liang Shangjun to the banquet, and as his female companion, as he had promised in advance, the two were good friends in private, so naturally they would not break the appointment.
Chu Jin'an didn't see Fu Rongheng until halfway through the banquet, and Chu Jin'an thought he wouldn't come.
So what if it comes.
The light shone on Chu Jin'an's side face, which had a cold and white texture, and the long eyelashes contained the faint shadow, which was so beautiful that it was cold and detached.
Holding a glass of wine, Liang Shangjun whispered in her ear: "Do you want to... stimulate him?"
Chu Jin'an raised his head in surprise, his eyes slightly astonished.
In my ears, I could still hear Fu Rongheng's low voice when he was talking with others.
Her tone has always been calm and unhurried, but she could hear the deep tiredness hidden under that ice-like voice, and she seemed a little impatient...
Amidst the admiration and flattery of the whole hall, she was far away from him, but the next second, the man turned his face sideways without warning, and looked in Chu Jin'an's direction.
His eyes are like the snow in the winter mountain stream, white and calm, yet cold and frightened.
Over the shadows and laughter.
Chu Jin'an's heart skipped a beat, and before he could dodge, his shoulders were warmly embraced by the person beside him, and his body instinctively leaned towards Liang Shangjun.
The crystal earrings on the earlobe reflect the light and shadow, shaking slightly, reflecting the clean temperament, like a classical painting.
It seems intimate.
"It's done." Liang Shangjun lowered his head, chuckled in Chu Jin'an's ear, then slowly raised the red wine in his hand, raised his eyes, and greeted Fu Rongheng.
"Fourth master?"
The man who spoke was about 40 years old, a little rich, with shrewd eyes, and he was the boss of Jiangxing Company.
At this moment, he called out uncertainly, because of Fu Rongheng's sudden silent attitude, he was uneasy, thinking that he had said something wrong.
He opened the main seat for Fu Rongheng, and everyone waited for him to take his seat, and the atmosphere was extremely quiet for a while.
In the high hall, Fu Rongheng withdrew his gaze steadily, and sat down indifferently.
"All sit down."
No one knew that at this banquet, Fu Rongheng originally only planned to show his face, go through the motions, and had no intention of wasting time.
As he spoke, the short-term silent banquet finally resumed the lively scene of pushing glasses and changing glasses.
The night in the sky deepened inch by inch, filled with a large area of darkness, the moon peeked out from behind the clouds, half moon, as cold as a knife.
The soothing sound of music was flowing in the air, gentlemen and ladies danced lightly, swaying in suits and long skirts.
The chandelier above the head has a sense of illusory and free prosperity, but it reflects cold light.
This prosperity, silence and silence are piled on top of thousands of bones.
Fu Rongheng sat on the main seat, leaning against the back of the chair coldly and tiredly, relaxed but also showing fierceness.
His eyes were slightly closed, as if he was not interested, and when he spoke occasionally, it was only a few cold business words.
Everyone knows that the fourth master of the Fu family is happy and quiet, and no one dares to disturb him.
The wine on the table was poured one glass after another, Fu Rongheng never drank alcohol, once he did, he only drank the strongest, the wine in his throat was too weak, he took a sip, put it down again, and never touched it again.
A slender figure came over, holding a tray in his hand, quietly replaced the wine beside Fu Rongheng, served a new glass, and pushed it in front of him.
"Who asked you to come?" Fu Rongheng asked sideways.
Huaying stared blankly at his handsome but cold profile, and the solemn badge on the pure black military uniform came into view.
She lowered her eyes, whispered imperceptibly with her lips, and said a word in a voice that only Fu Rongheng could hear.
After hearing this, Fu Rongheng didn't react, and judging by his expression, he told her to back down.
Huaying smiled slightly, spouted the water gracefully, and went in another direction, and whispered to the waiter before serving wine to the person in the main seat, the strongest one.
"Don't look." Liang Shangjun's voice was clear, and he put his fingers on Chu Jin'an's waist with a gentleman's waist, "Concentrate on dancing."
Chu Jin'an wore a lazy black French dress today, which made her skin white as snow, with delicate collarbone, custom-made by private hands, noble, proud, and generous.
A head of long hair is simply coiled up with a hairpin, and the hosta is wrapped around black silk, which is loose and reveals a bit of charm.
She jumped a wrong beat, a wrong step, a wrong step, and her heart was confused. Liang Shangjun took her back to the rhythm calmly, teasing with a chuckle.
"Miss Chu, the banquet is over, you have to pay for my shoes."
Chu Jin'an lowered his head and saw the prints on his black leather shoes, feeling extremely guilty: "Sorry."
He said it was okay.
Chu Jin'an looked at Lord Shangliang.
He is different from Fu Rongheng. He has peach blossom eyes and looks affectionate to everyone. In other words, even if he looks at a delicately placed fruit plate, he can see the texture of affection.
Behind the seemingly refined and elegant, there is an incomprehensible demeanor.
Chu Jin'an didn't know the relationship between him and Fu Rongheng, and why, he wanted to help her.
How could it be... to agree to Liang Shangjun's ridiculous proposal in a daze.
Fu Rongheng didn't care at all.
Really, crazy.
Chu Jin'an spun along with the sound of the music, and he could catch a glimpse of the figure on the main seat out of the corner of his eye.
Even the appearance of silence makes people feel unattainable.
Across the turbulent and flickering lights, there were many figures laughing, which lengthened the distance between them and became a gap that could not be bridged no matter what.
He is drinking and rarely speaks. The wine in the glass has a golden amber texture. He shakes slowly with his movements, raising his wrists, touching his lips, and raising his head. The protruding bones of his wrists and the rolling lines of his Adam's apple are smooth and familiar.
Under the indifferent and ascetic bones, there is an inexplicable lust, the more restrained, the more indulgent, the more depressed the romantic.
It seemed to be the only thing that could lift his spirits, pass the long and boring time of the banquet, and suppress his impatience, and that was the only thing.
From now until now, except for the first glance towards Chu Jin'an, he has never looked in this direction, and what is left to others is only a side face of misfortune and estrangement.
In this case, why not go?
Chu Jin'an couldn't help thinking, let's go after this dance, there is no point in staying.
but.
Long time no see.
He doesn't have a word, do you want to tell yourself?
The ice cubes in the spirits fell silently and fell into the bottom of my heart, getting more and more dull.
The banquet became more and more prosperous until late at night.
Fu Rongheng was a little drunk, but he didn't stop drinking, his thin eyelids drooped, casting shadows on the eyelids, and he could hear the conversations around him, one by one, clearly in his ears.
"Who's that in the middle of the dance floor? It's beautiful."
"The daughter of the Chu family, with golden branches and jade leaves, grew up pampered and pampered."
"Are you married?"
The strong wine pierced through the throat and slid into the lungs. When the concentration collided with the ice, there was a hint of burning.
(End of this chapter)
As the person in charge directly behind the scenes of investing in Jiangxing Company, Fu Rongheng came late after the banquet was halfway through, and greeted him in a low-key manner.
The organizer greeted him with a smile on his face, and led him into the main seat respectfully all the way.
I heard that he has been very busy these days, and the atmosphere in Beicheng is turbulent. Even this important banquet, he came here halfway through the end of military affairs. Before he had time to change his clothes, he simply wore military uniform with a solemn silhouette.
That day, Chu Jin'an accompanied Liang Shangjun to the banquet, and as his female companion, as he had promised in advance, the two were good friends in private, so naturally they would not break the appointment.
Chu Jin'an didn't see Fu Rongheng until halfway through the banquet, and Chu Jin'an thought he wouldn't come.
So what if it comes.
The light shone on Chu Jin'an's side face, which had a cold and white texture, and the long eyelashes contained the faint shadow, which was so beautiful that it was cold and detached.
Holding a glass of wine, Liang Shangjun whispered in her ear: "Do you want to... stimulate him?"
Chu Jin'an raised his head in surprise, his eyes slightly astonished.
In my ears, I could still hear Fu Rongheng's low voice when he was talking with others.
Her tone has always been calm and unhurried, but she could hear the deep tiredness hidden under that ice-like voice, and she seemed a little impatient...
Amidst the admiration and flattery of the whole hall, she was far away from him, but the next second, the man turned his face sideways without warning, and looked in Chu Jin'an's direction.
His eyes are like the snow in the winter mountain stream, white and calm, yet cold and frightened.
Over the shadows and laughter.
Chu Jin'an's heart skipped a beat, and before he could dodge, his shoulders were warmly embraced by the person beside him, and his body instinctively leaned towards Liang Shangjun.
The crystal earrings on the earlobe reflect the light and shadow, shaking slightly, reflecting the clean temperament, like a classical painting.
It seems intimate.
"It's done." Liang Shangjun lowered his head, chuckled in Chu Jin'an's ear, then slowly raised the red wine in his hand, raised his eyes, and greeted Fu Rongheng.
"Fourth master?"
The man who spoke was about 40 years old, a little rich, with shrewd eyes, and he was the boss of Jiangxing Company.
At this moment, he called out uncertainly, because of Fu Rongheng's sudden silent attitude, he was uneasy, thinking that he had said something wrong.
He opened the main seat for Fu Rongheng, and everyone waited for him to take his seat, and the atmosphere was extremely quiet for a while.
In the high hall, Fu Rongheng withdrew his gaze steadily, and sat down indifferently.
"All sit down."
No one knew that at this banquet, Fu Rongheng originally only planned to show his face, go through the motions, and had no intention of wasting time.
As he spoke, the short-term silent banquet finally resumed the lively scene of pushing glasses and changing glasses.
The night in the sky deepened inch by inch, filled with a large area of darkness, the moon peeked out from behind the clouds, half moon, as cold as a knife.
The soothing sound of music was flowing in the air, gentlemen and ladies danced lightly, swaying in suits and long skirts.
The chandelier above the head has a sense of illusory and free prosperity, but it reflects cold light.
This prosperity, silence and silence are piled on top of thousands of bones.
Fu Rongheng sat on the main seat, leaning against the back of the chair coldly and tiredly, relaxed but also showing fierceness.
His eyes were slightly closed, as if he was not interested, and when he spoke occasionally, it was only a few cold business words.
Everyone knows that the fourth master of the Fu family is happy and quiet, and no one dares to disturb him.
The wine on the table was poured one glass after another, Fu Rongheng never drank alcohol, once he did, he only drank the strongest, the wine in his throat was too weak, he took a sip, put it down again, and never touched it again.
A slender figure came over, holding a tray in his hand, quietly replaced the wine beside Fu Rongheng, served a new glass, and pushed it in front of him.
"Who asked you to come?" Fu Rongheng asked sideways.
Huaying stared blankly at his handsome but cold profile, and the solemn badge on the pure black military uniform came into view.
She lowered her eyes, whispered imperceptibly with her lips, and said a word in a voice that only Fu Rongheng could hear.
After hearing this, Fu Rongheng didn't react, and judging by his expression, he told her to back down.
Huaying smiled slightly, spouted the water gracefully, and went in another direction, and whispered to the waiter before serving wine to the person in the main seat, the strongest one.
"Don't look." Liang Shangjun's voice was clear, and he put his fingers on Chu Jin'an's waist with a gentleman's waist, "Concentrate on dancing."
Chu Jin'an wore a lazy black French dress today, which made her skin white as snow, with delicate collarbone, custom-made by private hands, noble, proud, and generous.
A head of long hair is simply coiled up with a hairpin, and the hosta is wrapped around black silk, which is loose and reveals a bit of charm.
She jumped a wrong beat, a wrong step, a wrong step, and her heart was confused. Liang Shangjun took her back to the rhythm calmly, teasing with a chuckle.
"Miss Chu, the banquet is over, you have to pay for my shoes."
Chu Jin'an lowered his head and saw the prints on his black leather shoes, feeling extremely guilty: "Sorry."
He said it was okay.
Chu Jin'an looked at Lord Shangliang.
He is different from Fu Rongheng. He has peach blossom eyes and looks affectionate to everyone. In other words, even if he looks at a delicately placed fruit plate, he can see the texture of affection.
Behind the seemingly refined and elegant, there is an incomprehensible demeanor.
Chu Jin'an didn't know the relationship between him and Fu Rongheng, and why, he wanted to help her.
How could it be... to agree to Liang Shangjun's ridiculous proposal in a daze.
Fu Rongheng didn't care at all.
Really, crazy.
Chu Jin'an spun along with the sound of the music, and he could catch a glimpse of the figure on the main seat out of the corner of his eye.
Even the appearance of silence makes people feel unattainable.
Across the turbulent and flickering lights, there were many figures laughing, which lengthened the distance between them and became a gap that could not be bridged no matter what.
He is drinking and rarely speaks. The wine in the glass has a golden amber texture. He shakes slowly with his movements, raising his wrists, touching his lips, and raising his head. The protruding bones of his wrists and the rolling lines of his Adam's apple are smooth and familiar.
Under the indifferent and ascetic bones, there is an inexplicable lust, the more restrained, the more indulgent, the more depressed the romantic.
It seemed to be the only thing that could lift his spirits, pass the long and boring time of the banquet, and suppress his impatience, and that was the only thing.
From now until now, except for the first glance towards Chu Jin'an, he has never looked in this direction, and what is left to others is only a side face of misfortune and estrangement.
In this case, why not go?
Chu Jin'an couldn't help thinking, let's go after this dance, there is no point in staying.
but.
Long time no see.
He doesn't have a word, do you want to tell yourself?
The ice cubes in the spirits fell silently and fell into the bottom of my heart, getting more and more dull.
The banquet became more and more prosperous until late at night.
Fu Rongheng was a little drunk, but he didn't stop drinking, his thin eyelids drooped, casting shadows on the eyelids, and he could hear the conversations around him, one by one, clearly in his ears.
"Who's that in the middle of the dance floor? It's beautiful."
"The daughter of the Chu family, with golden branches and jade leaves, grew up pampered and pampered."
"Are you married?"
The strong wine pierced through the throat and slid into the lungs. When the concentration collided with the ice, there was a hint of burning.
(End of this chapter)
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