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

  Chapter 925 Old things of the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 21

   "Are you still called Fourth Brother?" Fu Jingshen smiled lowly, "Miss Tang."

   "No..." Tang Hanting said painfully.

  Fu Jingshen: "Fu Rongheng, Xiao Xiao can't think about it, you can only marry me in this life."

   "Dream! What kind of a man is a bully!" Tang Hanting sneered intermittently, her eyes were condescending, "Even if I die, I will not marry you!"

  Walking around, avoiding like snakes and scorpions but heading towards the same road.

   Or avoid it!

   Or longing for a long time!

  The two story lines and the fate dispute extend all the way forward.

  Days pass, trees sprout in spring, and bear fruit in autumn, while flowers bloom in summer, and the cycle of all things has a beginning and an end.

   In the blink of an eye, it was late spring, and a warm atmosphere swept through Beicheng ahead of schedule, but the background of tragedy could not be changed.

   It was a sunny day, and Chu Jin'an came to work in the hospital very early.

  The atmosphere in the hospital today seemed to be a little restless. Some people occasionally discussed in a low voice, but seeing Chu Jin'an quickly stopped talking.

  What the hell?

  Chu Jin'an still had business to do, so he didn't ask too much.

  Until one operation was over, she went back to the department to rest, and slumped down on a chair lazily. She happened to see the morning newspaper on Liang Shangjun's desk, and planned to take it over to have a look, but she was pressed down just as her hand touched the newspaper.

   "Are you done?" Liang Shangjun asked as he pulled out the newspaper from her hand.

   "Yes." Chu Jin'an was even more puzzled, "I'll read the newspaper."

   Liang Shangjun looked at her with a calm expression: "Is there something wrong with you and Fu Rongheng?"

"what is the problem?"

  Chu Jin'an only saw Fu Rongheng twice during this period of time. He was very busy, and these days he appeared and disappeared even more. The two of them hardly spoke.

  Thinking of the restlessness in the hospital this morning, Chu Jinan frowned, feeling a bad feeling in his heart, took out the Morning News from Liang Shangjun's hand, glanced at it, and stopped his gaze suddenly.

   "The newspaper office in Beicheng is quite sensitive. The news from last night was published in the newspaper this morning.

  Liang Shangjun sighed, knowing that she would have to see it sooner or later, and he didn't mean to hide it from her. It was not necessary, but as a colleague, he didn't want Chu Jin'an to be affected by his personal feelings at the critical moment of work.

   "Fourth Master Fu spent a lot of money to book a lot of money for the Paramount Oiran Jacaranda girl—"

  Chu Jin'an read each word at a time, and the more he read it, the slower and slower he was, with no expression on his face.

   What a familiar name.

  Familiar story.

   She didn't believe it, so let's be real.

  The report said that the Jacaranda girl was forced by a dude, and begged in front of the officer in a hurry. Fu Siye was moved with compassion, and the hero saved the beauty. It will become a good story.

  A face that I still feel sorry for suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. On a rainy day, I looked at her with complicated eyes.

   What a deal!

   What a compassionate heart!

  Chu Jin Anzai read this report carefully, not missing a single word, read it over and over several times, and didn't believe it.

  In the entire Beicheng, no one dared to spread rumors about Fu Rongheng.

   With a sound of "snap!", the newspaper was slapped on the table so hard that the desk would shake.

"Are you OK?"

   "I'm fine!"

   Throughout the day, Chu Jin'an restrained his temper and devoted himself to work, because it was late at night when he got off work because he received a temporary patient with a serious illness.

  She changed out of her white coat, picked up the newspaper and hailed a rickshaw. Feeling chilly all over, she went straight to the Commander's Mansion and walked straight in.

   "I want to see Fu Rongheng!"

   "Miss Chu, Miss Chu, you can't just break in like this..." The servants kept complaining, but they didn't dare to stop Chu Jin'an.

   After all, Fu Rongheng gave Chu Jin'an the right to travel freely in the Commander's Mansion.

   "Where is Fu Rongheng?"

  Chu Jin'an had a cold face, pinched the newspaper, his finger bones cracked, and was ready to slap the newspaper on Fu Rongheng's face.

  The servant bit the bullet: "Fourth Master... Fourth Master has not come back..."

   "Oh." Chu Jin said calmly, "He's at Paramount."

  There is no moon tonight, and there is a cool breeze.

"boarding."

  When Chu Jin'an came out of the Commander's Mansion, a car was parked outside. Liang Shangjun lowered the window and called her, with a cool and handsome profile.

  Chu Jinan got on the co-pilot: "Look how beautiful the moonlight is tonight."

  Liang Shangjun: "?"

  He looked up at the empty night sky above: "Yes."

   "It would be a pity if there is no beautiful woman to enjoy the moon in such a scenery." Chu Jin'an said, "Can you accompany me to Paramount?"

   It is inconvenient for a girl in Chu Jin'an to go, but it will be much easier with Liang Shangjun.

  It was clearly his own car, but Liang Shangjun felt like he was in a stolen car.

  He sighed: "Just tell me, do I have the right to refuse?"

  The car looked in the direction of Paramount, without saying a word all the way, Chu Jinan turned his face sideways, looked out the window, and was extremely silent.

  She lowered the car window and stretched out her hand, as if catching the wind in her palm, but when she opened it, there was nothing left, leaving only the cold air.

  Liang Shangjun glanced at him: "It's time for a thug." He said, his voice lazily joking, "Kids know not to stick their hands out of the car window. How old is Miss Chu?"

  Chu Jin'an's mouth slightly curved, but he didn't speak.

  Liang Shangjun didn't speak again, telling her to be quiet.

  It is very easy to get along with him. He has the humor and demeanor that a man should have.

  The car stopped.

  Late at night, Paramount is at its busiest time, with brilliant lights and endless nights.

  Contaminated with the depraved atmosphere of wealth, power and sex, the most indulgent and enjoyable prosperity is developed on top of loneliness.

  Chu Jin'an looked up at the magnificent foreign building standing in the long night in front of him. His long black hair fluttered with the wind, reflecting a clean face.

  The constant laughter and laughter from inside are full of the absurdity and extravagance of this old era, as well as an indescribable sense of sadness.

   "Thank you today." Chu Jin'an said, ready to get off the car, "Thank you another day.

   Just as she was about to open the car door, someone pressed her shoulder.

  Liang Shangjun looked into the distance, his eyes were deep, as if meeting an old acquaintance again.

  Chu Jinan paused, and through the car window, he saw the figure coming out of Paramount.

  He stood in a dimly lit place, with a stern military uniform and a cold silhouette, surrounded by people.

  It was a little far away, his figure was blurred by the night, and his demeanor could not be seen clearly. He seemed to be wearing a light smile that was not obvious, but he still felt a little careless and lonely.

  Jiangshan, power, female sex, occupying a high position in Vanity Fair, determine the universe. He lacks everything, but no one knows what he wants.

  The others spoke a few words to him, unable to hide their awe.

  After he nodded, he walked towards the black car on the opposite side of the street, followed by a young woman with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, who looked up at him with admiration, who could tell her affection.

   It should be sober tonight, a beautiful day, and a beautiful woman by your side.

  Chu Jin'an watched the scene without moving.

  The people around him, she had only seen in the newspaper this morning.

   Jacaranda.

  Even the name is cute and pitiful.

  In the middle of the night, the man didn't look this way, but leaned into the car. The golden tassels on the military uniform swayed slightly with the movement, killing and solemn, and disappeared from sight. He was blocked by military vehicles, even though he was indifferent and romantic.

  The woman got into the car with him, one behind the other.

  (end of this chapter)