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

Chapter 947 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 43
After saying goodbye to Liang Shangjun and following the middle-aged man into the theater, Chu Jin'an was still a little uncertain. In her impression, the fourth brother was not someone who liked to listen to operas.

But once he calms down, he is interested in everything. He is not without elegance and style.

Pushing open the door, following the dim lights in the daytime, I saw a stage straight ahead. Before the play started, the audience was already full of spectators, whispering to each other.

The man led her to the box on the second floor, the most secluded place with the best view, stopped in front of the door, and left.

Chu Jin'an looked down from the second floor, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a colorful cheongsam, which was very familiar, and she subconsciously frowned.

Tang Hanting? !

After what happened last time, the two of them basically broke up, and the whereabouts of Yupei were not found out.

That jade pendant seemed to be very important to Fu Rongheng, Chu Jinan sighed in his heart.

She knocked on the door, and she was let in inside. Chu Jin'an felt a little apprehensive, pushed open the ancient wooden red door, and walked in.

A faint scent of incense floated in his breath, the floor was paved with blue bricks, and there was a curtain of silence, through the curtain, he could vaguely see the figure behind him, as well as murmurs that were not clear.

Chu Jin'an listened intently, but couldn't distinguish another voice, so he probably didn't recognize it.

She lifted the moon-white heavy curtain.

There were two people sitting by the window, and the fragrance of tea wafted up.

The silhouette of one of them was caught in the half-bright light and shadow, with long legs crossed, as if leaning against the vast mountains and rivers behind him, his body was clean and noble, but under the dim red reflection of the stage downstairs, he seemed quite careless.

The outside play has already started, and the opera singers sing the Spring and Autumn Festival, which is transmitted to the second floor, making people feel in a trance, like a dream.

Beside them, there were two warm and fragrant nephrite beauties standing quietly on one side, refilling tea for them.

Chu Jin Anxin missed half a beat. In such an atmosphere, he hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether to make a sound, disturbing the tranquility.

Fortunately, they stopped talking. The person opposite Fourth Master Fu stood up first, and a generous and easy-going voice sounded.

"Si Ye's people are here, so I won't bother you. See you at the train station later."

Two seconds later, the other party hummed, and the tone made one feel the coolness of sobriety in a floating dream. The owner of that voice looked at Chu Jin'an.

Standing there, Chu Jin'an keenly grasped the words in the man's words.

See you later, Fu Rongheng is going to the train station too?
The man left with a smile on his face, and when passing by Chu Jin'an, he nodded politely to her: "Miss Chu, long time no see."

When Chu Jin'an was young, he had met Fu Rongheng by his side. He was the mayor of Pingcheng.

Unexpectedly, the other party still remembered her.

"Hello." She smiled at him generously.

"You guys go out too." Fu Rongheng ordered the waiters in the box.

"Yes." The two opera singers lowered their eyebrows and looked tender, they walked past Chu Jin'an with lotus steps, opened the door and left, and there were only the two of them left in the room, sitting and standing, not a few meters apart.

It seemed she was looking down on him.

He didn't care, he leaned his face to look at her, his eyes were half-blind, reflected by the gloomy and sad atmosphere in the theater, unexpectedly added a bit of sadness.

The shirt, which is pure and clear white, falls under the bright red light and shadow of the stage, giving people a sense of unstoppable life, a trance feeling that one sight misses a lifetime.

The neckline was buttoned neatly, but the sleeves were loosely folded up twice, showing that you are uninhibited in the subtleties.

The two looked at each other, neither in a hurry to speak, to see who would break the silence.

In and out of the words, babbling, babbling, singing like him, it is difficult to express all kinds of feelings, and all kinds of emotions are on the brows.

As the saying goes, since ancient times, how lucky the king is, how lucky the beauty is, and how kind the beauty is, it is a long-lasting singing method.

After all, Chu Jin'an couldn't bear such silence, and was stared at by him all the time, even her back was a little stiff, it was clearly a condescending perspective, but she looked away first.

She cleared her throat and spoke first, breaking the silence of the hall.

The girl's pearly white skirt was blown by the wind in the hallway, giving off an old-fashioned look, and her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque.

"Isn't the fourth brother busy today? What did you ask me to do?"

When Chu Jin'an was speaking, he could still smell the vague fragrance of powder and powder left in the air, mixed with the ambiguity of resentment, love and infatuation.

Thinking of the scene she saw just now when she came in, she snorted softly, something upset in her heart, gurgling like overflowing tea, spilling out, everywhere.

Listen to the opera, just listen to the opera, you have to invite two people around, you can’t get enough of it!
Fu Rongheng didn't move, and first looked down at the time. He leaned back in the chair, his eyelashes swept away, and the black pointer on the pocket watch kept passing, reflecting a silent sense of urgency in his eyes.

With a snap, the sound of the watch cover closing was very clear and calm in the box. He closed the watch and said slowly, "10 minutes."

Before Chu Jin'an could understand his words, Fourth Master Fu patted his leg with one hand, his tone was calm, and when he looked at her, he was rather depressed and coquettish: "Sit."

In those eyes, there are all faint shadows inside, making people unable to see clearly and fascinated.

The famous flower blossoms in the country and the two enjoy each other, and the king often looks at it with a smile.

Chu Jin'an pursed his lower lip, his little face wrinkled from being poured with vinegar.

The last time we met was seven days ago, there were only a handful of them, and they didn't make up a fraction of them.

She didn't care what he thought, and went against him, stepping on the old blue bricks step by step, the skirt moved in the sun, and moved to the red sandalwood chair opposite Fu Rongheng.

Before he could sit down, someone grabbed his wrist, the temperature was icy cold, and he was pulled into his arms directly with a force.

Chu Jin'an staggered, unable to resist, he was pressed on his lap, and his movements were intimate.

The window was still half open, and he could see the scenery downstairs, so he had no scruples in doing things.

"Birth with me?" asked the voice next to her ear, her breathing was close to her ear, it was cold and itchy.

"No way." Chu Jin'an denied it, sitting on his lap, with his shoulders touching his chest, he could feel it clearly, almost enveloped by his breath, his whole body tensed up subconsciously, his hands didn't feel right, he didn't know what to do. Look at him in awe.

Especially when there are still spectators downstairs, his indifference always gives people a sense of taboo with thirsty throat.

Chu Jin'an raised his hand and pushed him, but he didn't push, and his tone unconsciously carried a bit of grievance from his daughter's family, so he wanted to pick him up and let him coax him.

"It's the fourth brother who is about the same birth date as me. He scolded me seven days ago. I almost thought you didn't recognize anyone."

At that time, it was a field medical business, and Chu Jin'an was the person in charge, and there was a small mistake. He came to the hospital for inspection, and privately brought her a lotus paste cake, the only one, but he turned cold in the blink of an eye.

"How dare I." Fu Rongheng took a deep look at her, pinched her waist, and said in a neutral tone.

"You don't want to make an apology, but let the fourth brother do something."

Thinking about it afterwards, I didn't take her face into consideration. It was really too much. I confessed to her and asked the guards to bring gifts to her door twice, but was thrown away.

With Chu Jinan leaning in his arms, he could hear his chest vibrating, and half of his body collapsed.

She didn't want to lose the wind, she lowered her head and thought for a while, staring at the buttons on his white shirt at a close distance, the perspective moved down, and it was the hand on her waist.

A little distracted.

(End of this chapter)