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

   Tang Hanting next to her saw the visitor, but her smile deepened.

   "So it's the Jacaranda girl."

  Tang Hanting and Huaying are really two extremes.

   One is so beautiful and self-aware that there are many kinds of styles, and the other is tender and concubine and dyes her youth alone.

  Chu Jin'an has nothing to do with them, her appearance is the most important thing.

  Hua Ying lowered her eyes, charming and charming, and whispered to Chu Jin'an softly: "I heard Miss Chu's name earlier, and I just met today. It really... lives up to its reputation."

   "Don't dare to be that." Chu Jin'an raised his eyebrows.

  She has been abroad for the past four years, what kind of reputation can Huaying hear about herself?

  Hua Ying smiled, bid farewell to Chu Jin'an, and nodded to Tang Hanting, without saying a word, walked to the distance, passed the aisle, and walked slowly into the bustling and corrupt Paramount.

   Simply, inexplicably.

   "He is the most famous oiran in Paramount." Tang Hanting smiled, playing with her delicately manicured nails, with a slightly sarcastic tone.

   "There are so many people who have a lot of money to make her smile, and there are even people who are willing to redeem her body, but the girl Huaying is so arrogant, no one can look down on her."

   "It's so beautiful." Chu Jin'an didn't take it seriously, and said with emotion.

   Such a woman, a beauty like a dream, is rare in the world.

Tang Hanting hates other people with prettier faces than herself, so she met two of them. She snorted coldly, and suddenly remembered some rumors. She looked at Chu Jin'an, and said inexplicably, "I heard that there is a relationship between her and Fourth Master Fu. , and a romantic affair."

   "It is said that she has been unwilling to redeem herself, and she is just waiting for him." Tang Hanting said in a low voice.

   "The rumors in the neighborhood, how can they be trusted." Chu Jinan looked in the direction of Paramount.

   "I don't know if the latter is credible, but for the former, Fourth Master Fu has never stepped into Paramount. It's not a secret that he booked half of the place for someone on the few occasions."

  Tang Hanting was a little gloating when she spoke.

  The jacarandas are so beautiful, if the rumors are true, after so many years, can Fu Rongheng remain calm?

   Tang Hanting couldn't guess whether he touched it or not.

  After all, fourth master Fu is too temperamental. For him in this position, **** is just a pastime for him.

  Chu Jin'an twitched the corners of his mouth, but didn't speak.

   At this moment, a military vehicle drove through the twilight street and broke into their field of vision.

  No one will give way.

  Unexpectedly, this car didn't drive directly, but parked on the street opposite Paramount, with a cold and hard appearance.

  The rain is constantly washing the car body, and the people inside cannot be seen clearly, but the absolute military logo is enough to be daunting.

   This car was parked right in front of them, of course Chu Jinan noticed it, but Beicheng had a lot of military vehicles on weekdays, so she didn't care, she lowered her head and counted the raindrops on the ground, not very interested.

  Until the driver's door of that car opens.

  A guard with a solemn face walked out from the inside, and said to Chu Jin'an through the rain curtain.

   "Miss Chu, Fourth Master let you get in the car!"

  Hearing a certain word, Tang Hanting raised her head faster than Chu Jin'an, her gaze passed the guard, and she stared at the closed car door almost scorchingly!

  Chu Jin settled down, looked at the license plate number of the military vehicle, and asked, "Is fourth brother in the car?"

  The guard nodded with a gun, walked to the rear door of the car, and half-opened the door for Ran'an.

"please-"

  The door of the car is half closed, under the perspective of the drowsy rain curtain, the people inside can't be seen clearly, only half of the figure can be vaguely seen, the military uniform is cold and solemn, sitting in the dark in the wind and rain.

  The rest, no matter how much Tang Hanting spied on, she couldn't see clearly anymore. She suppressed the burning desire to conquer in her heart, and immediately grabbed Chu Jin'an's hand, showing embarrassment on the face.

   "You're gone, I'm the only one left, we agreed to be together today."

  Chu Jinan said, his wrist hurt a little from being scratched: "Are you going to come with me?"

   Tang Hanting nodded, God knows how rare such an opportunity is, if it was difficult for her to get close to Fu Rongheng, it would be very different with Chu Jinan as a medium.

  It seems that her decision is correct, and it is indeed of great benefit to have a good relationship with Chu Jin'an.

   "Ask Fu Rongheng, it's his car." Chu Jin'an's face was slightly cold, "Also, you hurt me."

  Tang Hanting came back to her senses, and immediately let go of her hand, leaving five clear nail marks on Chu Jinan's wrist: "Sorry."

   "It's good to know."

  She followed Chu Jin'an forward, step by step, the closer she got to the car, the more ups and downs Tang Hanting's heart got, and the silhouette in the car came into view more and more clearly.

  In just a few seconds, countless movie shots echoed in front of Tang Hanting's eyes.

   And this time, she will definitely not play the second female role again!

   "Fourth brother."

   This sound is delicate and weak, crisp and charming.

  Like a trembling peony flower.

  As soon as he called out, two people looked sideways. The former was Chu Jin'an, and the latter was the person in the dark part of the car.

  Tang Hanting thought a lot in her mind, and called out tentatively. She knew that this was a bit too hasty, but she really needed the opportunity to impress Fu Rongheng in front of him, at least so that he would not forget that there was such a person again.

   And Tang Hanting is very confident in her charm.

  She once conquered the entire entertainment circle in the modern 21st century, how could she not conquer a warlord leader from the old era?

  The young officer in the car leaned against the back of the chair, his bony fingers resting on his knees, his outline was stern, like a painting on a rainy day, worthy of a good sentence.

From a dark and peaceful perspective, he tilted his head slightly, resting his head on the back of the car, stretching out extremely superior and distinct lines from the side face to the jaw, casting shadows extending to the Adam's apple, and the military uniform spreading mystery. The lonely color that can't be seen.

  Hearing the sound, he casually opened his eyes and looked over.

  The moment Fu Rongheng raised his eyes, Tang Hanting saw his face clearly, held her breath, lost her mind for a moment, and couldn't stop the deep amazement in her heart.

   Then, with just one glance, I looked at God in the dim light.

   Tang Hanting felt palpitations, her heart constricted, as if being held by a pair of invisible hands.

  Tang Hanting forced herself to calm down, licked her dry lips with the tip of her tongue, smiled at Fu Rongheng, and spat out words from the red lips that she repeated countless times in her heart, the words were naturally charming and seductive.

   "I'm Jin'an's friend. My surname is Tang and my name is Hanting."

  She quietly pushed Chu Jinan aside, and at the same time occupied the position where the car door was ajar, making sure that Fu Rongheng saw herself.

The woman held the car door with her right hand, leaning forward slightly, revealing a small piece of wet scenery in front of her intentionally or unintentionally, a scent of perfume wafted over, like a rotten rose, the sense of depravity still blooming after being trampled in the mud .

  Half-covered, half-covered, looming, what you can't get is the best, and all men are like this, this is Tang Hanting's experience.

  The latter slowly frowned.

   Any joy or anger revealed inadvertently is frightening.

   Such a change made Tang Hanting's heart skip a beat.

  What's wrong?