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

Chu Jin'an looked at the calmness and calmness on his face, spoke hoarsely, his eyes were very red, and he still remembered that it was his face that turned red first.

She raised her hand and ruthlessly tore off the earrings on her earlobe, always wanting to vent something, so she clenched her fingers so hard that her fingers turned white, and threw them at him regardless of the pain.

His eyes were deep and deep, he didn't move, he always stood upright like a winter cypress, and the shadows cast by him were cold.

The pure white crystal earrings were thrown from the hand, and the sharp tip brushed against Fu Rongheng's deep side face, without warning, a slight deep gash was drawn on his face.

"Clap" sound.

The earrings fell down, stained with a trace of blood, and fell to the ground.

When the wind blew, the shattered crystal earring rolled and rolled to Chu Jin'an's feet.

On the suddenly quiet street, the voice was crisp and piercing.

With hindsight, Chu Jin'an's fingers stiffened slightly.

I didn't expect him to hide.

The man's face was slightly sideways, with clear and smooth lines, and a bloodstain suddenly appeared three inches below the left eyelid, which contrasted with the light-colored thin mole at the end of the eye, destroying the original coldness that could not be offended.

He lowered his eyelids and said nothing.

unattainable.

The only thing surging in the air was the pungent aura of his body, covering the sky and covering the sky, choking people's breathing and heartbeat.

Chu Jin'an's throat tightened, and he was ready to get angry.

A man like him has no need to put up with other people's temper, over and over again.

Unexpectedly.

A cold and steady voice answered her words, the tone was too quiet, which made people feel flustered.

"Well, I'm an asshole." Fu Rongheng raised his finger to wipe the blood on his face, glanced at his eyes, twirled his fingertips casually, and asked her, "Will you calm down?"

As far as he could remember, he had never been like this.

Chu Jin'an took two steps back slowly, "Fourth brother, I want to be alone for a while."

After she finished speaking, she seemed to be escaping from something, away from such a thick and uneasy atmosphere, but she didn't know where to go, she just walked forward step by step along the street.

Liang Shangjun happened to see this scene across the road. Behind him was the eternal splendor of the night. He was dressed casually in a suit. After a short moment of surprise, a smile appeared in his eyes.

Can't help but sigh.

Fourth master, you also have today.

The person on the opposite side seemed to have noticed something and looked over.

Across the empty and deserted street, half of the man's tall and straight figure fell into the shadow of the backlight, facing the injury on his face, his eyes fell on Liang Shangjun.

Four eyes facing each other.

Liang Shangjun smiled and mouthed to him: "Aheng."

Behind Fu Rongheng was a large expanse of deep and turbulent night, with a calm and gloomy expression, he raised one hand to button the shirt of his military uniform, exerting force on his wrist, and his movements were not hurried.

Leaving the banquet because of the feast, the aftertaste of indulgence after drunkenness also adds to the ruthless wantonness.

Clearly nothing was said, but it was frightening.

The smile on Liang Shangjun's face faded, and he restrained himself.

He felt the cold anger from Fu Rongheng, that kind of coldness, the superior, overwhelming.

I'm really angry.

For women?
Unbelievable.

The other party probably didn't intend to argue with him now, after buttoning those two down-and-out and cold buttons, he banned something more, and walked indifferently towards the direction where Chu Jin'an left.

Liang Shangjun turned his head and saw the jacaranda behind him. He whispered, "Fourth Master seems to be ruthless, but he is always romantic."

Fu Rongheng's coolness lies in his indifference, that kind of extreme coldness that chills people's hearts, and then indulges, who can refuse?
"Xiao Huaying, when fourth master saved your life eight years ago and raised you, it was for your father's sake. The only requirement was to do what you should do, huh?"

Sometimes, I really envy the cleanliness and innocence of other people who are well protected by him.Lose your temper with him unscrupulously, even if you hurt him, you won't get angry.

The other party hadn't even glanced at her just now, even though she was right next to Liang Shangjun, Huaying thought quietly, not surprised by honor or disgrace, lowering her eyes and smiling slightly.

"I owe something to the fourth master. I will never repay you in my life. I am willing to use my life to help you. Mr. Liang is also very kind to me. Huaying is very grateful."

Except for being gentle and obedient in front of Fu Rongheng, she kept her needles hidden in her eyes at other times, raised her eyes, and said to Liang Shangjun with a glint in the water.

"It's just that Mr. Liang deliberately provoked Fourth Master today, and Huaying couldn't understand it. You clearly know that Fourth Master has been playing this game of chess for eight years. At this time, you shouldn't take away the love of your son and daughter."

"Are you blaming me?" Liang Shangjun said casually.

"Huaying, when will I be able to control your fourth master's temper. The chess game is in his hands, and he has the final say on how he wants to go. You and I are nothing."

Liang Shangjun looked at her eyebrows and eyes, and saw through her the scenes of eight years ago.

Will save everything that happened.

Blood, repression, hatred, derived guilt, stretches like a forest of bones.

Few people know that Liang Shangjun abandoned the army to become a doctor. The people he couldn't save at the beginning, watched the regret of dying. In the long years to come, he never wanted to see it again.

He will be strong, if he doesn't fight, he will be hard-pressed.

What's more, the fourth master Fu was killed and killed.

It's just - because of how deep it is to have tasted regret, so he didn't want Ah Heng to test the poison himself.

Thinking of the past, Liang Shangjun's heart stopped. He drove back to the hospital, changed the night shift with someone, and took off the suit and shirt stained with tobacco and alcohol in the locker room. He moved slowly and loosely untied the belt .

The pale incandescent lamp was turned on, and he was standing sideways in front of the window, with his upper body naked. The light outlined a thin and powerful physique, but his face was different from the daytime demeanor, without any sharp expression.

He was soon covered by a white coat.

Another passionate and ascetic Dr. Liang.

Liang Shangjun walked all the way to the office, copying the pockets of his white coat with his fingers. Looking sideways, he inadvertently saw the person coming out of the obstetrics and gynecology department. His cheongsam and figure were recognizable.

"Tang Hanting."

The voice that escaped from his lips and teeth was thoughtful, Liang Shangjun looked away and bumped into a patient.

The patient was in his early thirties, leaning on crutches, with one foot wrapped in gauze, looking disabled, staring straight at Tang Hanting's direction, regained consciousness, and hurriedly apologized to Liang Shangjun.

"I'm sorry, Doctor Liang."

"Do you need me to help you?"

"No, no, I have something to do—" the patient waved his hands excitedly, and limped towards the gynecology department.

An orthopedic patient, go to gynecology?
Liang Shangjun frowned, too lazy to care.

The incandescent lamp is dazzling, cutting all the cruelty and putting it on the bright side.

Tang Hanting held the report sheet in her hand and put her hand on her lower abdomen, her face was extremely ugly.

how so!
It's over!It's all over!What would happen to her career if it was revealed that she was pregnant out of wedlock? !

Tang Hanting's first reaction was that she must not let Fu Jingshen know.

She gritted her teeth in hatred, thinking that this child must be abolished, but in the blink of an eye, something flashed in her head.

Mothers are more expensive than children.

But this is Fu Jingshen's child, not Fu Siye's, so what's the use? !
Tang Hanting was depressed, put on her sunglasses and hat, walked out in a secretive way, and passed a patient.

Out of the corner of his eye, the man landed on the report card in her hand.