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

Chapter 931 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 27
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.

"I didn't hear that there was a marriage contract. It is said that the one who returned to China with her senior brother is that one. I guess they are a couple."

"Four years abroad, half a month on the cruise, and working together again, we can talk about ideals and interests, I'm afraid it's a long time ago."

Another glass, the alcohol is almost uncontrollable burning, like the sound of ice cubes falling into the wine glass, breaking the original calm, continuous, turbulent.

"That is really a golden boy and a jade girl!"

All right.

The last sentence.

Fu Rongheng put down his wine glass and made a moderate sound.

He leaned his back against the back of the chair, crossed his long legs, his bones were drunk and elegant, and the coldness and solemnity of the military uniform could not suppress the indulgence. He stared at the figure in the distance clearly, and suddenly laughed softly.

With his back turned to him, Chu Jin'an danced with Liang Shangjun. The back half of the black French dress revealed a beautiful snow-white back, which was dazzlingly white.

The partial hair was also coiled up with a hosta, which could not cover anything. The fragrant shoulders were thin, the jade neck was slender, skinny, and the lines were smooth and delicate. The two thin and beautiful butterfly bones on the back were slightly protruding, as if spreading their wings at any time. Fly, the line goes down to a slender waist, which can be easily broken with one hand.

See everything.

It was probably because Fu Rongheng's laughter just now was too abrupt, and he couldn't figure it out, which made the two people who were talking beside him stop.

They were all officials who came from Pingcheng to attend the banquet. They didn't know the news in Beicheng, and naturally they didn't know about the daughter of the Chu family and Fourth Master Fu. At this moment, they were confused and looked at Fu Rongheng cautiously.

She racked her brains to think of something to talk to Fu Rongheng.

"Fourth master also thinks they are a good match?"

have to.

This time, I spoke directly to the iron plate.

Fu Rongheng just leaned back and looked at him, smiling contemptuously, with a slightly drunken look between his brows and eyes, which further accentuated the coldness of his brows, and the shadow cast by his long eyelashes seemed to hide the light color at the corner of his eyes. A fickle mole.

He casually raised his wrist, and undid the first button of the shirt in the military uniform, click, the second button, impatient, disorganized, but full of chic.

The slender skeleton is exerting force with the movement, the blue veins are slightly raised, and the collarbone under the shirt is looming.

"Chu Jin'an."

The voice, as clear as the wind in the pine, is stained with a slightly drunk low hoarseness, that kind of magnetism, like a loaded gun, dangerous and charming.

Once you open your mouth, it is like aiming at a wandering prey, pulling the trigger, leaving no way out.

It was like—"Bang!"

Whose heartbeat overlaps.

The voice fell exceptionally clearly and powerfully, falling into the excitement of laughter and laughter, like a snowfall without warning, cold to the bone, cold sober, freezing the scene of prosperity in an instant.

Fu Rongheng's voice was not deliberately lowered, nor raised, it was even calm, as sweet and melodious as ever.

He was sitting in the high hall, looking at Chu Jin'an's direction with his deep eyes, even his expression was calm.

With a bit of drunken laziness and cruelty, just like the aloofness when he was young.

He said.

"come over."

pressure.

People who are overwhelmed can't breathe.

The two people who had just chatted were stunned, their necks seemed to be old parts that didn't work, and they turned stiffly, looking in the direction of the banquet dance floor.

Those who can hear it, quiet down, those who don't hear it, sense the subtle atmosphere, and then disappear with anxiety.

This sudden silence triggered a chain reaction. In an instant, the entire banquet was filled with a snow-covered silence.

Countless pairs of eyes fell on Chu Jin'an in unison!

The sound of the music was still going on, but Wu Wu couldn't dance at all. His feet seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he couldn't move an inch.

Chu Jin'an stood stiffly in place, feeling his back was burning like fire, and was about to be pierced by countless eyes.

At that moment, there was only one voice in her head.

——God damn it, Fu Rongheng!
Chu Jin'an took a deep breath, turned around slowly, and as expected, met a piercing gaze.

He is looking at her.

Chu Jin'an's heart beat slowly and froze for half a beat.

Liang Shangjun held her wrist and said in a low voice, "If you don't want to..."

The sound of scoffing was scattered in the air, clearly audible.

Fu Rongheng's gaze swept over Liang Shangjun holding Chu Jin'an's hand, paused for a second, his eyes became more and more cold, and finally stopped on Chu Jin'an's body.

From a long distance away, he sat without moving, looked straight at her, and slightly parted his thin lips: "Come here."

This time the voice was colder and calmer.

The chill penetrates the bone marrow.

It is the strength that monopolizes the power of life and death.

That military uniform is chilling, and it sets off the man's straight and loose figure. Outsiders can clearly feel the strong displeasure on his body. The low air pressure is like a blizzard on a high mountain, making people dare not even breathe.

This sentence awakened Chu Jin'an's youthful memory, her body trembled subconsciously, and she subconsciously obeyed his words, but the stubbornness that had been well hidden all the time, popped up at an inappropriate moment, nailing her footsteps in place, like a statue.

Chu Jin'an looked at him and stood in a stalemate.

One second, two seconds.

30 seconds.

1 minutes.

The atmosphere became more and more silent, and no one dared to speak.

As the chief culprit of all this, Fu Rongheng didn't feel any guilt or emotion that affected the atmosphere, and he wasn't even affected.

He looked at her for a long time, as if as long as she didn't come over, this situation would not end.

One minute, one second.

The slender and well-defined skeleton picked up the wine on the table and drank it all in one gulp. The strong wine passed through the throat, and a thread of fire passed through the tip of the tongue unknowingly, burning to the internal organs, and then turning into cold ashes. .

Fu Rongheng looked away.

The outline is still clear and abstinent, cold to the point of inhumanity.

He was unrestrained and unrestrained, doing whatever he wanted, but the stalemate at the scene couldn't be eased in the slightest because he didn't speak again and couldn't figure it out.

Nothing but three.

This is Fu Rongheng's rule.

He knew, Chu Jin'an knew.

Liang Shangjun's hand was still on Chu Jin'an's wrist, with a strange and uncomfortable temperature.

Chu Jin'an stood where he was, blinked his dry eyes, his side face was cold and white.

Obviously, it was he who was ambiguous with others first, but now, it seems that it is her fault.

She slowly broke away from Liang Shangjun's hand.

The other party was slightly stunned, with a complicated tone.

"Miss Chu."

Chu Jin'an smiled at him, his slender and dark eyelashes were soft, like a flash in the pan at three or four in the morning, stunning and fleeting, making one feel a broken pity.

She let go of Liang Shangjun's hand, but she didn't go to Fu Rongheng, and went to the corner alone to wait quietly.

I don't know why, but I just suddenly feel tired, and I still have some unspeakable grievances and breakdowns in my heart. There is no sound, and it is dull.

Like the dreary weather of this summer, a torrential rain fell in the evening, with dark clouds covering her heart.

People around looked at Chu Jin'an again with strange, admiring, mocking and other emotions in their eyes.

Those who dare to refute Fourth Master's face, see you soon!
(End of this chapter)