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

Chapter 942 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 38
Chu Jin'an lowered his head, and saw that his eyes were tired, his breathing was even, and he was restrained to the point of death.

An unspeakable sense of pity suddenly rose in her heart, like a lake of warm water slowly pouring into the blood vessels, flowing through the heart, silently, but full.

It is to cherish him.I understand the unspeakable sorrow in his chest, and I understand that his height is extremely cold.

It's strange to say that such a high-ranking person can actually make people feel distressed, but her love for him started from admiration when she was young, and the process was seen in pity, and she really wanted to do something for him to alleviate the snowstorm in his eyes.

"Fourth brother, it will be fine." Impulsively, without thinking, Chu Jin'an stretched out his hand to hold his shoulder bone, and patted him comfortingly through a thin layer of shirt.

Even though it is infinitely cold tonight, and even though many people will die tomorrow, all those who carry forward in the dark and hold the torch high will be able to see the light of the sky in the day after tomorrow.

Don't fall down tomorrow, never, never.

"May the mountains and rivers be safe, everyone in the world is safe, and the fourth brother can live a long life without any worries!"

The second wish is to marry you as a husband and wife, with no doubts about love and affection.

The second half of the sentence, Chu Jin'an read it in his heart, did not say it out loud, it was an expectation.

The office was empty, but her voice was clear and clear, like breaking ice and jade, behind him, resounding in the bright place.

Fu Rongheng opened his eyes in the dark, the street lamp outside the window was mixed with the rain, and it was reflected on Lu Li's face through the glass window for a moment, shining half of the silhouette, the fog was thick and the shadow was deep and blurry.

In those eyes, the flames are everywhere, and the glory and withering can't be burned.Thousands of meanings, all kinds of complexity, can always linger in my mind.

The reflected light quickly disappeared, and his profile fell into a longer eternal night.

The thin lips parted lightly, and the voice cut through the silent rainy night.

"Why don't you mention yourself."

Chu Jin'an's movements froze for a moment, but he still gently relieved him of his fatigue, pressing his fingertips against the man's temples and rubbing them gently.

Through the skin, I can feel the pulsation of his blood flowing through the blood vessels, the fresh and vigorous vitality, inexplicably makes people want to cry, the body will not lie, the heat has broken the ice and burnt to the fingertips .

"Fourth brother lives a hundred years, so he will protect me for a hundred years, won't he?"

Chu Jin'an asked back, the voice came clearly in the office, implying selfishness, lowering his eyes, looking at the young and straight body in front of him, calmly standing in the memory countless times.

In the dark night, you can't see his backlit bones, you can only see the brutal and powerful bones on the back of his neck, rising and falling steadily with his breathing.

No one can see anyone's face.

With his silence, his heart pounded.

Fu Rongheng hummed lightly.

It's a promise.

He will protect those he protects until he dies.

Chu Jin'an's heart stopped beating, followed by a more violent beat.

If her hand had just been covering his heart at that time, she might have known that the evenly beating heart was accelerating and chaotic for half a second under a thin and ruthless body.

Occasionally, the sound of hurried footsteps can be heard in the corridor of the hospital, and the light from outside penetrates slightly through the crack of the door, making it quiet and drowsy.

In the place where she works during the day, alone, locked, delicate.

Fu Rongheng's body, which had been tense from morning to night, finally relaxed. There were no outsiders, so he didn't have to be on guard. He really enjoyed the peace here.

He raised his wrist, patted her hand, and signaled to her that it was okay, his palm was cold, and he picked up the newspaper on the table with the other hand.

When I was waiting for Chu Jinan, I read it over and over again, but there was nothing new, and I used it to pass the time.

In the past two days, Fu Rongheng has been exhausted, and his heart has been blocked because of the meeting, unable to vent. When he is so busy, he only wants to see her.

Fu Rongheng had never thought about sexual love before. He raised his fingers and loosened his collar button, and laughed at himself casually. Isn't it unreasonable for the ancients to say that they are gentle?

Fu Rongheng suddenly became interested, pointed to the news in the newspaper, swiped his long and slender fingers across a wide range, and said to Chu Jin'an in a cold tone.

"Eight years ago in November, news from all provinces in the country was all about the leak of bacteria at the secret biochemical base of Huizhou. A large area of ​​animals and plants died within a radius of two hundred miles."

At that time, even Zhongji Province, which was close to Huifeng, was implicated.

Chu Jin'an's eyelids twitched, and her brows frowned unconsciously. Although she was young at the time, she had heard of this incident.

The deepest impression is that in November of that year, there was heavy snowfall, and Fu Rongheng was sent back to Beicheng with unknown life or death.

"Using living people as experiments is devoid of conscience."

Chu Jin'an felt the hand he patted was hot, put it in the pocket of his white coat, walked around behind him to lean on the table, and said coldly, "Aren't they afraid of retribution?"

Seeing countless lives die in the biochemical crisis, Chu Jin'an hated it very much.

"For profit, wild dogs snatch food." Fu Rongheng's words were sharp, and he coughed twice, with a silent sneer in his eyes, and his complexion could not be called good.

Chu Jin'an turned his head to look over, the window was blown open by the wind at some point, the rain fell in, wetted the potted plants on the window sill, and the cool wind blew into the house.

He didn't wear much, and his buttons were scattered irregularly, as if in the middle of the night, he was always used to this, a kind of relaxed wandering.

Chu Jin'an was afraid that he would catch a cold. His early illnesses were not healed, and he was prone to fever even in summer. She walked over to close the wide-open window, and the cold rain hit her face. She made sure that the window was closed tightly, so she was relieved.

Over there, Fu Rongheng held the newspaper in one hand, resting his elbow on the table, very casually, the cuffs of his shirt were loosely folded up twice, and the veins and veins were distinct.

He propped his face, sat in the dark, turned his eyes to look at her, didn't care much about the closed window, and called her, "Come and see."

Highly recognizable and superior timbre, stained with the blur of night.

If it wasn't inappropriate, Chu Jin'an felt that it was a temptation.

She sighed in her heart, wishing she could button up Fu Rongheng's collar, resigned herself to her fate and walked over, leaning against the table.

Fu Rongheng just became interested in talking, and her finger bones slid across the contents of the morning newspaper. It was too dark. Chu Jin'an had to bend down to see clearly. She supported the table with one hand, lowered her waist, and stared at the words on the newspaper. sound.

Very sharp, very sharp, but... she is not his subordinate!

Chu Jin'an gradually lost his mind, turned his face inadvertently, but found that the two of them were very close, her face was close to his, and at close range, her nose bridge was high, her bones were straight, she caught her sight unexpectedly.

Enough addictive capital.

Below, is the skin with the open collar of his shirt, revealing a depressed lust.

Chu Jin'an tightened his fingers holding the table, and his throat felt dry.

He noticed her quietness, turned his face sideways, his eyes collided, and his breath intertwined, less than half an inch apart.

The feeling of taboo in the hospital arises spontaneously.

"Not interested?" Fu Rongheng didn't move, just put the newspaper on the table at that distance, and asked romantically, "What do you want to talk about, tell fourth brother, so that fourth brother can talk to you next time."

He is so easy to talk today, it seems to be caused by a depressed mood, and he is even more unpredictable.

Would it be better to be infected with the breath of depravity in the middle of the night than his righteousness and norms during the day?
During the two seconds that Chu Jin'an looked at him, his mind was full of messy thoughts.

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