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

Chapter 932 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 28
The two Pingcheng officials who were talking next to Fu Rongheng just now were shocked at the moment, recalling what they had said before, their faces were ashen, and they added tremblingly exaggeratedly.

"...I must have been blind just now, how could Ms. Chu be a good match for that person?"

"Yeah, even if the sky falls and the earth falls, they won't be together!"

Fu Rongheng didn't react at all, he didn't take these words to heart at all, in the silence of the room, he drank two glasses of wine, got up and said goodbye, nodded, refused to be sent, and went straight out

He didn't look at Chu Jin'an again.

The pace is always steady.

During the whole banquet, it wasn't until Fu Rongheng left that no voices could be heard one after another.

Chu Jinan watched him walk away from the corner of his eye, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his heartbeat weakened, his slender white fingers slowly clenched the hem of the long black dress, and suddenly - ran out!
At the same time, Xiyu Street.

100 meters to the east, a black car was parked, shrouded in the night, and a cold conspiracy was brewing.

Fu Jingshen waited in the car until he saw a figure coming out of the gate of the house, and then he got out of the car with a loud voice.

"Adjutant Feng!"

A man in his thirties stopped and looked at him. His temples were short and his hair was gray, and his shadow was cold. His eyes were like falcons. "Is there something wrong with Liu Shao?"

"There were a lot of incompetence in the past, but I did it unintentionally. I also hope that Adjutant Feng will not see outsiders."

As soon as he saw Feng Lingzhi, Fu Jingshen thought of how he pointed a gun at him in the study a few months ago, hating him deeply in his heart, but smiling softly and kindly on his face.

"My family has three thousand fine wines, and I hope Adjutant Feng will give me a chance to apologize."

"No need, Feng has something else to do!" Feng Lingzhi walked forward unmoved.

Fu Jingshen stopped him and lowered his voice.

"Adjutant Feng is brave and good at fighting. I appreciate your ability. If you are willing to do things with me, gold, beauty, power, whatever Fu Rongheng can give you, I can still give you."

Feng Lingzhi narrowed his eyes, with a resolute and disdainful tone, and passed him: "Fu Liushao, go dreaming!"

Having been refuted one after another, Fu Jingshen couldn't hold back his face, and thinking of Tang Hanting who was swearing against him to the death, he felt even more vicious and annoyed.

He looked at Feng Lingzhi's leaving back, sneered, and said loudly: "Fu Rongheng just treats you as a heartfelt dog, do you really regard yourself as a person?!"

Feng Lingzhi stopped.

Fu Jingshen continued, his voice echoed on the long street, the trick of sowing discord has been immortal since ancient times.

"Who doesn't know that the fourth master of the Fu family is suspicious by nature, cold and cruel, and when he becomes famous, it's your time of death!"

late at night.

Everything is silent, and the moon rises to the sky.

Withered away the glitz, away from the hustle and bustle, the scenery outside is the most secluded, the moonlight shines through the gaps of the plane trees, and the shadows are mottled on the ground.

The night wind was cool, with a hint of chill in it, as if suddenly returning to that winter that had never been seen before.

"Fu Rongheng!"

The shadows on the ground, one in front and one behind, are far away.

She didn't care, looked at the back in front of him striding away, and called his name, the tone pierced the quiet night.

But he didn't stop, didn't even pause, and continued to move forward.

The moonlight passed through the treetops, and his shoulders were covered with pure light. He was covered in black, getting farther and farther away, and outlined a deep outline.

Chu Jin'an didn't move, stared at him, and paused every word: "Fourth brother."

A long and silent confrontation.

Did the person in front stop, turn around, and his straight figure fell into the shadowy light mist, with deep outlines and thick shadows, three points into the painting.

At this moment, she was standing under the street lamp without making a sound, watching her, far away, seemingly careless for no reason.

Chu Jin'an couldn't see his eyes clearly, but he knew that he was looking at her.

She straightened her skirt, like a lazy and beautiful black swan, she walked towards Fu Rongheng step by step, met his gaze, and asked, "What are you angry about?"

Fu Rongheng looked at her, but was not in a hurry to speak.

The sound of the wind is surging, and it is difficult to understand in the long night.

"Fourth Lord!"

An abrupt voice broke the atmosphere between the two of them.

Lingding's slender figure walked quickly, under the moonlight, her hair was pulled up in a bun, her lips were vermilion and her face was jade, three thousand green silks were like ink, and hibiscus came out of clear water.

She looked up at Fu Rongheng with eyes like water, and said in a slightly anxious voice, "I have something to tell you..."

There was a sneering and clear smile on the corner of Chu Jin'an's mouth, he had already anticipated what would happen next, and had no interest in staying any longer.

"Since that's the case, I won't bother the fourth brother's beauties at the night party."

She walked forward, but without warning, someone grabbed her wrist and pulled it back lightly!

The bones of the fingers covered by the wrist bones were very hard, with sharp lines, and the temperature was cold. Chu Jin'an felt a little painful when pinched, so he couldn't help frowning, listening to him calmly.

"Let's talk about it another day."

There was astonishment in Hua Ying's eyes, as if she couldn't believe that he would make this decision.

"Fourth Master..."

As soon as the words came out, Fu Rongheng raised his eyelids and glanced at her.

That glance stopped Jacaranda's beating heart.

She crossed the line.

Night sky, street lights, streets.

There were only two people left, standing opposite each other.

The two shadows were blown far and near by the wind.

"Did you touch her?" Chu Jin'an looked at Hua Ying's leaving back, and then moved to the man's cold eyebrows, and asked abruptly.

This sentence is too straightforward and abrupt, and everyone understands the meaning behind it.

Fu Rongheng's eyes condensed slightly, looking at her, covered with a thin layer of cold and gloomy ice, naturally strong and inviolable: "Say it again."

There was no emotion in his voice, but Chu Jin'an felt that he was angry, and after many years of acquaintance, this time, he seemed to be very angry.

The man's eyes were pressed down, and Chu Jin'an felt that his back weighed a thousand catties. He was obviously a little scared, but he was not to be outdone, he raised his chin under the streetlight, his lines were thin and stubborn, and deliberately provoked him: "How many times have you touched her? "

The atmosphere was deadly silent.

It's never been so cold.

The dim light of the street lamps could not dispel the chill around him. There were only two colors on his body, the solemn black of the military uniform, and the lonely white of the shirt, which propped up a serious but thin body. He was born noble and aloof.

Two buttons of the shirt were casually unbuttoned, revealing half of the collarbone, which was extremely aggressive. When looking down at people, it was just like that, indifferent and romantic.

Four eyes facing each other.

Fu Rongheng's thin lips parted slightly, and he slowly uttered a sentence: "I can't remember."

Chu Jin'an's complexion suddenly changed, his eyes turned red, he was stunned, and pushed him away fiercely: "Get out!"

She walked far away, but was imprisoned with one hand and thrown in front of her.

"I thought you understood me." Fu Rongheng clasped her wrist firmly, his voice was slightly tired and hoarse, and brushed his ears, "Chu Jin'an."

At least when she asked this sentence, Fu Rongheng was indeed a little surprised.

Chu Jin'an struggled to free his hand, his palm was sticky, which formed a great contrast with his cold body temperature.

(End of this chapter)