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

Tang Hanting put all her heart on the child, some thoughts in her heart were ready to move, greed defeated reason.

This child can be kept, but it can only belong to Fourth Master Fu.

At that time, she will not have to worry about her life's glory and wealth!
But she couldn't even touch the hem of the warlord's clothes...

Outside the hospital, Tang Hanting saw a rickshaw passing by on the street. The people in the car were slender and tender.

Jacaranda!

The man just turned his face sideways, and his eyes, like autumn water, looked at Tang Hanting.

Tang Hanting's heart moved, she found a way out, she can, cooperate with Huaying...

She smiled and tore up the report and threw it into the trash can, but she didn't notice—a white light flickered in the distance.

Above the head is a bright and clear half moon, reflecting the raging wars and joys and sorrows in the world.

In the distance, there is a resplendent foreign market, shaking out the prosperity that lasts all night.

In the middle of the night, on the street, there was no sound, two shadows, one in front and one behind, dressed in a black French dress and military uniform, seemed to be separated by an insurmountable moat, containing several romantic pasts.

That night, he was always behind her.

Keeping a small distance, silent.

Chu Jin'an knew that he was following her, but he didn't want to pay attention to him at all, so he pretended not to see, and weeds grew in his heart.

When his ankle was sore, he simply took off his high heels willfully, walked forward regardless, and stepped barefoot across the street paved with street lights.

The person behind, in the dark, leaned over to pick up her high heels, the fingers illuminated by the street light were slender and distinct, and the blurred outline was indifferent but meaningful.

Silently, there was a kind of careless connivance.

As always.

Chu Jin'an heard the sound of military boots behind him, did not look back, looked up at the moon, his eyes were sore, he wanted to cry, he held back, his heart was so messed up that he didn't hear the sound of a truck speeding towards her at the corner of the road, and it ran towards her out of control. Come crashing -

When the white light pierced her eyes so close, her mind went blank, her footsteps seemed to take root, and she stood straight in place, unable to move at all.

bang—

There is a sharp loud noise in my ears!

Without any fear of pain, she was thrown down by a broad and solid embrace, tightly pressed against his chest, her back pressed against his chest, and he could hear his violent heartbeat, staining her skin through the military uniform and shirt, delivered to blood vessels.

His protection makes people addicted and paralyzed.

Chu Jin'an turned his head and met Fu Rongheng's gloomy expression.

He looked at the truck speeding away in the distance, but looked back within two seconds, restraining the cold anger in his brows and eyes.

The short white light tears the sight, and it is still a long night.

"Are you scared?" Fu Rongheng didn't get angry, but suppressed it, his voice was neither soft nor heavy, "Even if you are angry with fourth brother, you won't be looking for death."

Just now Chu Jin'an stood motionless in the middle of the road, feeling rather disheartened.

Chu Jin'an was stunned for a long time, but said something irrelevant: "Your heart beats so fast."

She suddenly thought of the day long ago, when she went to his study to get the phonograph, and before leaving that day, she asked him a word.

When Fu Jingshen pointed a gun at her, he was not afraid.

What counts as fear?

He never shows weakness.

Fu Rongheng paused for a moment, hummed, and forced her to sit down on the steps by the side of the road.

The shade of the hundred-year-old tree was thick, and when the wind blew, the branches swayed and swayed, and even the shadow on the ground also swayed. A fallen leaf floated on the wet mossy ground and was blown onto her skirt by the wind.

The man half-kneeled on one knee, still holding her silver stiletto high-heeled shoes in his hand, and directly holding her ankle with the other hand.

Chu Jin'an was shivering from the temperature of his ankle, and subconsciously pulled back his foot, but he held it firmly, and was immediately startled by Fu Rongheng's movement, his heart froze.

He put on her shoes without raising his head, with one knee on the ground, his back straight, and his movements were unskilled, but it was this unfamiliarity that was more touching.

The black military uniform was worn in a regular, yet irregular manner, with the neckline open wantonly, and the upright and rebellious outfit was the admiration of many people.

"Don't..." Chu Jin'an was stunned, and pushed him. Subconsciously, he was offensive and disobedient, and always felt that he shouldn't do such a thing.

Fu Rongheng's voice was even colder: "Don't move."

He lowered his eyes and dressed her up. Under the street lamp, there was silence. Chu Jin'an could even see the thin mole at the corner of his eye, the bloodstain on the side of his face, the neat short hair when he bowed his head, and the sense of taboo in his superiority.

She felt that Fu Rongheng might also be stimulated by her. After all, she had been silent for so many years, and it was the first time she expressed her feelings. As a result, the other party was frightened by him and acted like a "suicide". Although, she really didn't intend to commit suicide.

Chu Jin'an pursed his lower lip, calmed down, and sat looking at him silently. The hem of the black long dress was spread on the steps, winding with light, and his body was thin and thin.

He raised his head, his eyes were so deep that it made people's heart tremble.

Like drunk or not drunk, true and false, can't tell the difference.

"Fourth brother has taught you a lot these years." He said calmly.

In such a posture, he looked up at her, Chu Jin'an was at a loss, and didn't know what he was going to say, so he just hummed softly, and unconsciously grasped the hem of the skirt.

Fu Rongheng stopped for a long time.

"This time, you taught me."

Chu Jin'an was stunned, at a loss.

She taught him?Are you kidding?What can she teach him.

In the next second, without any warning, he rushed forward, pressing one knee on her black velvet skirt, and the military trousers were a little more wrinkled. He raised his hand and pressed her back neck, his finger bones were slender and cold.

Chu Jin'an was brought in front of him forcefully, his eyes widened, and the temperature and strength on the back of his neck was so cold that he shivered.

Before she could shrink back, she felt Fu Rongheng's clear breath spraying all over her face. The well-proportioned breath made half of her face numb.

What is he going to do?
"Chu Jin'an."

The voice is hoarse and calm.

Fu Rongheng didn't seem to notice her stiffness that was about to suffocate at all, and he didn't restrain himself. He opened his thin lips lightly at a close distance, and whispered her name.

When he spoke, his breathing was hot, burning to the tip of his heart, making him crisp.

Even the night wind couldn't counteract the rising temperature.

Heartbeat, like weeds soaring, aggravated, dull, breaking through the chest.

Chu Jin'an froze, feeling that he would die in the next second, bumping into the thick and turbulent forbidden color in his eyes, calling him helplessly and tremblingly, trying to wake him up.

"Fourth brother..."

Almost the tip of the nose is against the tip of the nose, you can capture any details that you don't have, and you can touch the temperature inch by inch.

From the memory, there has never been such a distance with no way out, so close that it makes people's heart beat like a drum, crazy, bone-piercing ambiguity.

"If you don't want to, just refuse."

The calm and hoarse voice fell on my ears, this time, without restraint.

Immediately afterwards, it was his kiss, even promiscuous.

In an instant, Chu Jin'an's pupils constricted, his fingers suddenly tightened his shoulders, and the military uniform was wrinkled!
The whole world is like a quiet island, only him in front of him.

The nearby street lights are dim, and the feast is noisy in the distance, in the corner of this long night.

She was sitting on the steps, while he half knelt on one knee and kissed her, his back was straightened out to block all the cool evening wind for her.