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

  He said: "The rules of the Tang family taught you this way?"

  Amidst the noisy rain in the long streets and ancient alleys, his voice was exceptionally clear.

   Until the car drove away, Tang Hanting still couldn't get out of the eyes and tone of the young officer just now.

   "Is your name fourth brother?" Fu Jingshen sneered, laughing at her overreaching, "Miss Tang."

  Tang Hanting made an excuse and said: "I just remembered, I still have some things to do, don't rush back to the mansion, don't bother Liu Shao to see me off."

  Fu Jingshen's complexion immediately darkened, and he sneered, looking extremely disappointed.

   "Fu has admired Tang Da movie star for a long time, and has always been interested in your movies. Ms. Tang refuses to give me even this bit of face, but is she willing to get in the fourth brother's car?"

  Tang Hanting's heart sank.

   To be honest, Tang Hanting really didn't want to have anything to do with Fu Jingshen. Ever since she traveled through time, she had been avoiding this person everywhere, taking every precaution, lest she overlap with the fate of the original owner.

   One is that she thinks that Fu Jingshen is a little crazy and abnormal.

   The second is Tang Hanting's most taboo - Fu Jingshen has a face that is exactly the same as her ex-boyfriend who has been in love for ten years!

   It's like Tang Hanting having nightmares at night, and dreaming of her ex-boyfriend strangling her neck hysterically and asking her, how could she betray him after he became famous after he gave up everything and paid for her to go to school and become famous?

   Tang Hanting thought to herself, what is your little money, any big guy in the circle can give me more than you, if I don’t betray you, who will I betray?

  The ex-boyfriend was so perverted that Tang Hanting looked at Fu Jingshen's face now. Although she knew they were not the same person, she still felt apprehensive about such a coincidence. Some things cannot be thought about carefully, otherwise it will be extremely frightening.

  She must find a way to get rid of Fu Jingshen's trouble...

  In the military vehicle driving far away, someone poked out half of his head from the rear window and waved at her, with bright and dignified eyebrows and eyes, like a frame of ups and downs in a movie in the wind and rain.

  Even the direction the car is driving symbolizes a completely different fate.

   "See you next time!"

   A crisp voice came from the sound of the wind.

  Suddenly, Tang Han felt blessed in his heart.

   In less than a second, the man who leaned out of the car window was pinched by the back of the neck with a long and well-defined hand, and dragged back lazily. The pure black military uniform cufflinks that were accidentally exposed reflected the cold and severe color of the rainy day...

  The officer's car sped past, splashed with rain, and disappeared completely.

  Tang Hanting looked at that scene, smiled from the bottom of her heart and said to Chu Jin'an.

   "See you next time."

  How could she ignore such a good scapegoat in front of her?

   Just right, kill two birds with one stone.

  One day, Tang Hanting will be sitting in that position.

  But, how could she make Fu Jingshen focus on Chu Jin'an?

   "It's not that I don't give Liu Shao face, it's just that..." Tang Hanting looked embarrassed and made excuses.

  Fu Jingshen interrupted her, "It just so happens that Miss Tang can act, and she must also sing, right? You might as well go back to the old house with me today. If Dad likes to listen to your songs, you will be of great benefit."

  He made a gesture of invitation to Tang Hanting, "Miss Tang, please?"

  Tang Hanting stopped before she finished speaking, and after a while, she opened her mouth. No matter how embarrassing it was on a rainy day, there was still a lot of glamorous energy in her body, and she smiled charmingly: "Then I will trouble you six."

  A play ended, and there was still the sound of actors babbling in the pear garden in the distance.

   There are still people who are not separated.

   Spreading the twilight for thousands of miles.

  Because of this cloudy rain, the three or four o'clock in the afternoon in Beicheng seemed to fall early, and the gray and dark colors enveloped the sky and the earth. Military vehicles sped past, and the rain scene outside the car windows was endless.

Chu Jin'an couldn't hold it back, and sneezed, the tip of his nose turned red from the cold, his eyes were also red, the tails of his eyes were naturally colored, his skin was white, and it became more obvious after the cold, delicate and delicate , It hurts.

  The sound is very obvious in the silent car.

  When Chu Jinan was hiding from the rain outside, Chu Jin'an didn't feel cold yet, but now that he came back to his senses, the coldness became even worse.

  Until a military jacket was thrown on her body, her voice was neither soft nor heavy, and tended to be an order.

   "Put on."

  Chu Jinan was covered by the military uniform, and the unfamiliar body temperature and breath occupied his breath, unable to cover up the strong smell of blood, which invaded a trace of danger.

  She grasped the cuff of the jacket with all her strength, even the fabric in her hand was hard, and the folds were slowly flowing away in her hand.

  Can't tell why, just gamble in my heart.

   "I don't want to wear it, I plan to freeze to death in your car."

  Fu Rongheng glanced sideways: "What's your temper again?"

   "No." Chu Jin'an didn't want to talk to him, her solemn color was draped loosely on her body, the camera panned down, and the moon white dress reflected the military boots, which was both unharmonious and appropriate.

  After a while, Chu Jin'an couldn't help it: "Why does the smell of blood on your body be so strong?"

  Crawled out of the dead?

  Doctors have always been sensitive to this smell.

  The guard drove in front and said, "Si Ye just came back from the train station—"

   "Zhou Ke."

   Fu Rongheng called out the guard's name in displeasure, and said the second half of the sentence to Chu Jin'an.

   "Take it off if you don't like it."

   "No." Chu Jinan said, "I just like to wear clothes."

  The guards sent Chu Jin'an to the Chu Mansion first, and it was still raining when they got there.

  He looks very tired, and he usually speaks very little, even less at this time. He closed his eyes and rested his mind along the way. The military uniform was given to Chu Jin'an, and he was only wearing a white shirt, with shadows floating on the shirt.

   "I want to go to the old house." Chu Jin'an said to Fu Rongheng.

  Fu Rongheng opened his eyes and looked at her with strict rules: "Fu's family banquet is not a place for you to play."

"I'm obedient and don't make trouble." Chu Jin'an stretched out two fingers, swore, and then poked him on the shoulder, his voice was inherently soft and greasy, like a coquettish show, "fourth brother, can you do it?" ?”

   "Not today, nor this trick." Fu Rongheng refused, and mercilessly dismissed her thoughts, "Don't think about it."

   Seeing that Fu Rongheng would not agree, Chu Jinan pursed his lips tightly: "It's up to you."

  If you are so cold to her, you will be so cold to death, turn around and book the place for her when you are so cold to her, is the oiran good-looking? Do you dance well? It suits him, doesn't it?

  Who has he seen in the past few years when she went abroad.

  Chu Jinan became more and more annoyed as he thought about it. He lowered his head and could see the gun on his body, which was dark and dangerous.

   She took it over, but Fu Rongheng had an indifferent expression and didn't stop her.

  Chu Jinan fiddled with it twice, the temperature on it was like thin ice, seeping from the fingertips to the tip of the heart, when he took it apart, there were two bullets left inside.

   He should have just fired a gun, at least not long ago, no wonder the smell of blood is so strong on his body.

   "Fu Rongheng." Chu Jin'an's voice was very straight, and he poked him on the shoulder with a gun. It was such a rebellious action that no one in Beicheng dared to do it. It is not a trivial matter to shoot a gun.

  The guard in front saw it through the rearview mirror, and his eyebrows jumped.

   Fourth Master Fu frowned, held her hand, led her to point the gun at him, and said lightly, "It's the wrong way."

"I know."

  Fu Rongheng looked at her and didn't speak for a moment.

  The brief silence in the car, listening to the patter of rain outside, was like the deep and lonely melody in his eyes.

   Paused for a short while, Chu Jin'an paused every word again.