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

  Chu Jin'an was squeezed to the back and couldn't see what was going on in the car. She was not in a hurry, she looked at the graceful figure standing in front of her, with a slightly mocking gaze, and tapped the rainwater on the stone road with the tip of her shoe.

  The puddles swayed, rippling the girl's moon-white skirt, slim and graceful, with slender and beautiful ankles.

  The cold wind hit, with gusts of bone-piercing, Chu Jin'an had the urge to sneeze again.

   "I..." Tang Hanting felt uneasy in her heart, as if walking on the tip of a knife, and was about to say something when she suddenly heard him.

   "Don't stand behind and get caught in the rain." A deep voice sounded, the tone was like a thin ice blade, piercing the rain curtain, "Get in the car.

  Tang Hanting was stunned for two seconds, and then realized that this sentence was not said to herself.

   "Fourth Master's car is too expensive, I dare not get in it." Chu Jin'an didn't look at him, and hummed softly.

  She stood in the shadowy rain curtain, and took a section of the moonlight, light blue, almost moonlight, bright and bright, with fluttering skirts, behind her is an antique building, and occasionally there are fireworks passing by.

  Changying clear raindrops rolled down from the girl's long black eyelashes, and the pupils under the eyelashes were like amber under the moonlight, adding a bit of atmosphere beauty.

  Fu Rongheng said: "Get in the car."

  Chu Jin'an's eyelashes moved again, his breathing was soft and undulating, not frozen, he still walked out from behind Tang Yongting, stepped on the pedal under the rear seat in his slender high-heeled shoes, and got into the car.

  Fu Rongheng didn't speak again, there was a faint stern look between his brows, and the badge on the black military uniform was cold in color, which was particularly deceptive in the rainy day.

   Tang Hanting stood in place for a while, neither getting on nor not getting on, clutching the car door tightly, looking straight at Fu Rongheng, as if sending autumn water.

  The wind was strong and the rain was still falling. She coughed twice: "I'm going to the Tang Mansion not far ahead. Could I bother you to give me a ride?"

   "Your friend?" Fu Rongheng frowned and asked Chu Jin'an, without even looking straight at the woman.

   "Yes...a good friend." Chu Jin'an said, with bright eyes and bright teeth, he raised his head and said to Tang Hanting.

  Tang Hanting was slightly stunned. She didn't expect Chu Jin'an to answer like this. She felt weird and at the same time seemed reasonable.

   "Zhou Ke, call someone a car." Fu Rongheng ordered coldly.

   "Yes, Fourth Master." The guard in the driver's seat immediately got out of the car and said to Tang Hanting, "Just a moment."

  Chu Jin'an didn't think it was a surprise. Fu Rongheng was obsessed with cleanliness, and outsiders couldn't get in his car.

  The fourth master of Beicheng, if he can be easily swayed by women, he won't be sitting in his current position.

  Chu Jinan sat beside Fu Rongheng, less than half a meter away.

The furnishings in the military vehicle were simple and hard, and the atmosphere was quiet. The mid-moon color on her body turned into an abrupt bright color, as if the moon had fallen into her arms, and cold raindrops dripped from the corners of the soft cotton skirt, falling on the man inadvertently. On his military boots, ticking, there was a sense of disobedience and offense.

  The latter seemed unaware, and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

  Tang Hanting didn't expect Fu Rongheng to disagree, she looked at the man's meaningful face in a daze, and quickly returned to normal: "Don't bother—"

   "It really doesn't need to be so troublesome!"

  Two voices sounded almost simultaneously.

  Fu Jingshen strode over, holding an umbrella, showing handsome and feminine eyebrows and eyes, he is wearing a dark red suit today, his body is very thin, tall, exuding a decadent lust.

   "I can just send Miss Tang off, how can I bother fourth brother?"

  Fu Jingshen stared at Tang Hanting with great interest, with a sticky and ambiguous smile on his pale face, and said slowly, "Miss Tang, do you think so?"

  The rain fell on the feet, and there was thunder in the sky. The rain was getting heavier, and the sky and the earth were dim. It was still day, but it was more like night.

  Tang Hanting and Fu Jingshen looked at each other, and the other's feminine face was deeply branded in his eyes, and a familiar chill spread out, and the burning pain in the heart that had been pierced by a bullet rose again.

…

  Even the unfinished words were stiffly stuck in his throat.

  After Fu Jingshen finished speaking, without seeing Tang Hanting's reaction, he bent down and leaned into the car with a smile, and greeted Fu Rongheng with an umbrella.

  It seemed that the previous rift between the two of them was gone, and the situation in the study was just an illusion.

  Today is the family banquet of Fu's family. Fu Jingshen's confinement has only now come to an end, and he can step out of the house.

  Fu Rongheng nodded: "There are a lot of affairs in the old house today, so you should go back earlier."

  Fu Jingshen agreed straight away: "Of course I won't lose the chain. The fourth brother is also going to the old house today. It just happened to be on the way. My car is nearby. Why don't we go together?"

   "I still have business to do, so I'm not on my way." Fu Rongheng said a few words, "I'll go back tonight.

"That's a pity, I won't bother the fourth brother." Fu Jingshen regretted, turned his head to see Chu Jin'an, and extended his hand to say hello, which meant a lot, "Miss Chu, we meet again. Didn't I scare you last time?" ?”

   "No." Chu Jin'an said to him sincerely, "I saw that your eyes are even more black this time, you must take care of your health!"

A group of people stood at the corner of the street, and the military vehicle was parked opposite Paramount. Opposite was the ever-prosperous Paramount, Shili Foreign Market, and there were laughter. There were continuous ancient alley buildings ahead, with red bricks and white tiles, containing Antique story.

  Someone held an umbrella and lowered his head to talk to the people in the car. The rain blurred everyone's thoughts.

  No one saw a slender and lonely figure standing quietly outside the Paradise Gate, out of tune with the surrounding glitz and glamour, as if it would be submerged at any time, fragile and vulnerable.

  Qiu Shui's shining eyes kept looking in the direction of the military vehicle, watching Chu Jinan get into his vehicle.

  The hand holding the flower-folded umbrella was gradually tightened and tightened, and the phalanges turned blue and white.

  At that moment, the people in the car raised their heads as if feeling something, but they didn’t see anything, and they didn’t intend to look again.

"Zhou Ke." Fu Rongheng was obviously not in the mood to reminisce with others here. He closed his eyes, and an indifferent shadow stretched from the deep brow bone to the bridge of the nose. Habitual arrogance and alienation.

  The deep tone is stained with three points of burnout.

"drive."

   "Yes." The guard said.

  Unintentionally, Tang Hanting looked towards the opposite side, and was caught off guard by the jacaranda.

  The emotion in the opponent's eyes startled her.

  Tang Hanting's heart skipped a beat, she grasped something vaguely, and passed away quickly.

  Seeing that the military vehicle was about to leave, she clenched her fingers hanging by her side tightly, and her fine nails were deeply embedded in the palm of her hand without any pain.

   "Fourth brother." Tang Hanting lowered her eyebrows, and smiled at Fu Rongheng, a beauty in a cheongsam, graceful and affectionate, "Goodbye."

  Tang Hanting didn't expect to get a response from Fu Rongheng, but she didn't want Fu Rongheng to look over. His eyes made her feel like falling into an ice cave.