The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   "I didn't act like a baby." Chu Jin'an really didn't this time, she swore, and said solemnly, "Fourth brother, I can help you when I return to China."

   "I know you're amazing." Fu Rongheng took off his general uniform with one hand and put it on the crook of his arm. He stood up and held Chu Jin'an's wrist. His daughter's wrist bone was too thin, so he was easily trapped.

  He took her out, his voice was as cold as mountain snow, "Don't worry about me."

  He never asked her why she returned to China? It's like never asking her why she went abroad?

  Or didn't ask her why she always pestered him?

  He doesn't ask, he just solves things.

   Actually you ask.

  Ask and you'll know...

  Chu Jin'an wanted to ask, always wanted to ask, but stopped because he felt a little offended, she couldn't understand his thoughts, but she still couldn't hold back, looked back at him, and her voice was a little softer.

   "When Fu Jingshen pointed a gun at me just now, were you scared?"

   One, sounds like an abrupt question.

  Why did she ask, she still wanted to hear his answer, and she didn't know what to get.

  Fu Rongheng led her out of the study and stopped.

  Chu Jin'an didn't know if he was surprised.

  Green bamboos are planted in the courtyard, he doesn’t care about raising things, only occasionally thinks about it, life or death depends on fate, people are few, and there are too few things to keep.

  The sky was dim, the clouds were lingering, the wind blew, and the bamboo leaves were rattling. The two stood facing each other, and Fu Rongheng let go of her hand.

   "What do you think I'm afraid of?"

   he asked back.

  Chu Jinan felt that he was not afraid of anything.

  Probably some people are born with such courage.

   didn't wait for Chu Jin'an to answer.

   "Okay, let's go back."

  Chu Jin'an was a little depressed, half-joking: "Kick me out after business talk, fourth brother, can you be more particular?"

  Fu Rongheng lightly said: "Busy."

   Well, know the answer.

  Chu Jinan looked at the sky in the distance, and found that they had been talking for a long time: "The gramophone..."

   "Let Zhou Ke drive you and bring you to your house."

  What did Chu Jin'an think of: "Can you give me the record of Yuguangqu?"

   "I found it for you." Fu Rongheng narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Of course it belongs to you."

  Chu Jinan loosened his brows, said goodbye to him, and said see you next time.

   He should.

  The figure quickly disappeared in the courtyard, like a butterfly passing away in the spring breeze, and took away the vitality, and the tranquility and aloofness of the past were restored in the courtyard.

  The dim and floating light and shadow stretched all the way forward, and finally fell into the edge of the night, and a half moon rose in the sky at some unknown time.

Standing under the eaves of the corridor, Fu Rongheng looked into the distance and fell into deep thought for a long time. No one knew what he was thinking. From a distance, the tall and lonely figure was as cold as a distant mountain, which made people daunting. When he entered the painting three points, all the dark and bright thoughts would sink After the troubled times.

   After a while, I turned around and went back.

  There is a map of Zhongji Province on the table in the study room, and every place circled with a red pen has piles of bones.

  Feng Lingzhi reported the recent military affairs to Fu Rongheng. After a long discussion, he mentioned Fu Jingshen.

   "If this person is not eliminated, there will be future troubles."

  Fu Rongheng twirled his finger: "He can't die now."

  Feng Lingzhi also knows that the roots of Fu's family are criss-crossed, and everyone is not simple. Mr. Fu is still in power in the world, and one hair can affect the whole body.

   "I will do for you what fourth master is inconvenient to do." He said coldly, with a firm expression on his face.

   "The case of arms smuggling at the pier, and the case of the General Hospital of the Military Region three months ago." Fu Rongheng said quietly, "I want everything that Fu Jingshen has done."

   Feng Lingzhi left.

  The light in the study was on for a long time again.

   Seeing that the light was going to stay on all night, the elderly housekeeper made a cup of tea for Fu Rongheng, and whispered: "Miss Chu is back, fourth master, you..."

   "Know how to save money." Fu Rongheng spit out a sentence, "It must be beaten."

  In today's Huizhou Province, the parties are chaotic, the four parties are divided, the train station is full of corpses, the people are in dire straits, the former senior officials were assassinated not long ago due to civil strife, and the political system is extremely inconsistent.

  Huibao Province surrounds Zhongji Province, and the army has repeatedly harassed the border of Zhongji Province, and the desire to invade is clearly revealed.

  If you want to truly open up the economic veins of Zhongji Province and achieve long-term peace, the situation in Huibei Province must be firmly in the hands of Fu Rongheng.

   "Why is fourth master so tired?" The housekeeper sighed.

  In the past few years by Fu Rongheng's side, the housekeeper also noticed it, saying that he was busy was a compliment to Fu Rongheng, he pushed himself too hard.

   Logically speaking, with such a status above ten thousand people, he should have no worries, but he never stops, every decision is quickly pushing Zhongji Province forward, taking precautions and grabbing people first.

   There are many people who respect him, and even more people want to kill him. Up to now, Fu Rongheng can no longer go back.

  He is not in this position, someone will push him down.

  Fu Rongheng didn't talk about this, and slowly looked at the map. It was cold in the middle of the night, and it was cold after the lights were off. After an unknown period of time, he seemed to think of something, and casually mentioned something.

   "The antiques from the old house two days ago, sent to the Chu Mansion, Mr. Chu loves antiques."

  The butler was stunned for two seconds: "Mr. Chu is actually not..." Oh, Miss Chu likes it.

  The butler really didn't understand the thoughts of the head of the family. He was young, with the suspicion of an ancient emperor's autocracy, and he didn't know who he followed.

   "Master and Madam are still looking forward to your early marriage."

   "Start a family?" His voice drifted through the long night, and no one knew it.

   "The family and country are undecided..."

at the same time.

  In some places, a chilly air spread, sweeping across Beicheng silently.

   "Feng Lingzhi is Mr. Fu's right-hand man. If you want to become the ruler of Beicheng, you must first get rid of Mr. Fu's sword. Either he dies, or let him be used by you..."

   A hoarse voice slowly came from the landline in the living room.

  Late at night, Fu Jingshen held the phone with a smile on his face: "Then wish us a happy cooperation. After the matter is completed, I will give you what you want according to the agreement."

  …

  The weather in Beicheng is getting warmer every day.

  The cold winter is a thing of the past.

  Beicheng, as the central city of Zhongji Province, is growing increasingly prosperous. It is a ten-mile foreign market in troubled times, and it also contains deeper hidden dangers and crises.

  Tang Mansion.

   Entering April, the flowers planted in the courtyard are blooming more and more beautifully, and the rich fragrance fills the air, enchanting and gorgeous.

   "Miss, didn't you say you're going to visit Miss Chu today? Why don't you wake up, do you want to be lazy?"

  The maid smiled and opened the layers of red curtains. Suddenly, the sleeping person on the bed screamed and sat up: "Ah!"

   "Miss, what's wrong with you?" the maid asked stammeringly.

  Tang Hanting came back to her senses after a while, and said gloomyly, "It's okay."

   She had that dream again!

  I dreamed of the scene where I was shot through my heart by a bullet when I was filming two years ago.

  In the dream, I couldn't tell whether it was my death as an actor or the real death of the character in the play.

   Who was the one who killed her?