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

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

"What does fourth brother think of me?" She raised her head and asked tremblingly, meeting his eyes, against the shadow of the lamp mist, it was so dark that it was thick.

Over the years, she has followed suit, but he is unfathomable.

Just like being in a snowstorm, he is so lovable, yet so cold to the bone.

Fu Rongheng paused slightly.

Listening to the sound of falling leaves in the distance, "click!", breaking, seems to be overwhelmed.

The string that has been stretched in Chu Jinan's heart for many years has also been broken at the same time——

"You never told me what you did, not even once, this time it's still nothing! I've been waiting..."

"I don't mind if there are other people around you, I really mind if you know it or not?!"

Chu Jin'an suddenly collapsed, his eyes were red, and he raised his head and shouted at him, it doesn't matter what the ending will be after tonight for the courageous offense.

Her voice was trembling and fragile, cutting through the silence of the late night, when the wind blew, it hit the bottom of Fu Rongheng's heart heavily.

It made his throat feel a little dry suddenly, and there was a burning feeling of confusion.

The result of unrestraining the wine I just drank glass by glass——

It was the high-concentration alcohol and ice that eroded the mind, collided in the heart, and turned all of them into catalysts, spreading a tingling pain.This feeling is so strange.

The familiar sense of restraint makes people breathless, and it makes a comeback again. It is always suppressed in the bones, and never fluctuates in joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. For decades, it has been restrained to sorrow.

But his expression remained unchanged.

do you know?have not thought.Because I haven't done it, I don't care and I don't think about explaining it.

Fu Rongheng suddenly didn't understand what was going on with him tonight, and what he was fussing about with her. She didn't understand, but he actually followed suit.

Chu Jin'an ruthlessly smashed the decorative bag on the man's body. He didn't hide, and stood as still as a green mountain. With a bang, the black bag hit the young body, making a dull sound.

With this sound, the atmosphere sank to the bottom.

Fu Rongheng let her vent, standing where he was, his black eyes gliding over the bag in her hand, he lifted his fingers to loosen the collar of his shirt, like he was panting.

The clean and crisp white cast a distinct shadow on his neck.

The slender fingers turned white from exertion, and the veins were slightly protruding, at least not as calm as the surface.

Huaying's status is special, and Fu Rongheng cannot discuss military secrets with Chu Jin'an.

I opened my mouth a few times, and there was a soft but suffocating cotton wool in my throat. I didn't think there was anything at first, but it became more and more obvious as time went by, making me panic.

He was silent for a while, and finally said.

"I never touched her."

Only five words.

The tone is still that of an annoyingly smooth statement.

But after listening carefully, the clear and dignified voice was tainted with a burnt hoarseness for some reason, maybe it was the erosion of wine, or maybe it was people.In short, the listener stings.

Chu Jin'an knew that he was not good at words, and he was still like this until today.

She waited for his explanation, but it seemed that she knew the answer in advance without explaining.

Chu Jin'an suddenly smiled. Under the street lights at night, he was dressed in a black dress, proud and luxurious.

Her smile was bright and blooming, just like the smiles she showed to Fu Rongheng countless times in the past, so soft and vivid.

Only this time, tears were shining in her eyes, her chin was raised slightly, and she was too thin.

Words are heart-piercing.

"You stayed in Paramount all day and night, and the lights were on all night, what the hell are you doing with her?!"

Blunt and ruthless, it stabs at the person's heart.

Never before have people been involved in emotions like this.

It's true that I didn't care, so I deserve to be questioned now.

Responsibility and consequences, Fu Rongheng taught her for many years, now it is his fault.

Chu Jin'an stared at his face tightly, refusing to move half an inch away, and could hear his breathing in the night, clearly in pain but still hopeful.

He's an adult now, and in such a luxurious place, he reserved the place for others in a calm manner, stayed overnight quietly, and walked out carelessly and coquettishly.

Is it a pastime or an indulgence or a blurred night?
She thought she could not care, could understand his situation and understand his indifference-but she still cared.

What makes her hate is not the jacaranda, but his own silence.

She just wanted to hear him speak with her own ears.

No matter what answer you get from him, as long as he speaks, even if he completely denies it, it is not worth being afraid of.

Quiet, still quiet.

Fu Rongheng's Adam's apple moved slightly, and the arc of sliding up and down was sharp. The effect of alcohol continued to ferment, causing his thinking to pause a little languidly. He was constantly receiving external stimuli, and even his temples began to ache.

He never relied on alcohol and tobacco to numb his perception. This was the first time he allowed himself to drink alcohol in public. Maybe he really shouldn't drink so much. He took it lightly and made a fatal mistake.

The vigilance and indifference were burned, and something was about to rush out of the chest.

Obviously at the beginning, I didn't expect the stamina to be so great.

The night wind whizzed past and rolled up a fallen leaf that did not belong to late spring. There was no other sound except the breathing of two people.

Standing opposite each other, there was a silent stalemate.

The light and shadow blur the boundaries of the edge, making the distance between the two people seem to be close at hand, but they are getting farther and farther away.

Fu Rongheng stood upright, with military uniform on his body, following the training of the Fu family, his back never bent.

For more than [-] years, the living environment and adaptive instincts, and the personality shaped by the extreme pressure environment have already made him invincible.

Yes, how could I forget, how lucky he is.

Under this cold body, who does this heart belong to, and who can hold it.

"Speak, Fu Rongheng." Chu Jin'an urged in a hoarse voice.

The tone was unconscious, with deep grievances and complaints.

Chu Jin'an used to love his silent connivance in private the most, but he also hated his silent silence now.

Flipping through the past, there is an old friend's drama on stage, who is crying in the audience?

The famous actor in the troupe, Shuixiu Yizhe, has sung for many years, and the past days and nights clearly appear in front of his eyes, which cannot be exchanged for the emotion of landslides and landslides.

Those who cry are all people in the play.

And he watched with cold eyes.

An embarrassing silence.

Chu Jin'an couldn't wait for his answer, looked up and couldn't see the moon, looked at the dark clouds like stagnant water, laughed at himself, and murmured: "That's right."

She looked at Fu Rongheng and smiled with a relaxed tone.

"Fourth brother is superior, of course fourth brother doesn't care about anything."

As long as she can remember, she has never been biased.

"No." The two low and hoarse words came out abruptly from between his lips and teeth.

The timbre is mixed with wine, and the longer it gets stronger, it affects people's hearts.

His eyes were bloodshot.

not what?What is he denying?No one can tell.

Chu Jin'an's eyelashes moved.

The night breeze was a little cool, blowing in from the slightly open collar of the shirt, Fu Rongheng was inexplicably a little dry under the streetlight, looking at her slim appearance now.

Suddenly he remembered the first time he met Chu Jin'an many years ago.