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

  She also knew that this was not appropriate, so she subconsciously looked at Fu Rongheng.

  The other party was also looking at her, his deep eyes seemed to be able to glimpse the eternal silence of the mountains and rivers, sealing up the few traces of warmth, and the language was lazy.

   "Why, won't you call someone when you meet?"

  Suddenly, Chu Jin'an thought of the scene he saw outside the Paradise Gate two nights ago. His depressive appearance at night, and seeing him today, is it true or not?

  Chu Jin'an's heart sank, and the tip of his nose was inexplicably sour.

  Fu Rongheng doesn't even care, why should she care if he misunderstood?

  She doesn't want to sing a one-man show anymore.

  Chu Jin'an's lips were tightly lined, and he yelled stiffly, "Fourth Lord."

   After finishing speaking, no matter what the other party's reaction was, she turned away from Fu Rongheng's gaze, and said to Liang Shangjun in a cold voice: "I still have something to do, let's go first!"

  After the voice fell, Chu Jin'an stepped out of the main hall door and walked out quickly.

  The sunny weather in late spring has become the last transitional color, indicating that a season is coming to an end, and a new prologue will begin. The four seasons are reincarnated, so what about people?

  Chu Jin'an could feel the glow behind her back, and a heavy and seductive gaze fell on her, with a strong sense of oppression.

  But Chu Jin'an was also stubborn in his bones, and he just didn't look back.

  The soft and flowing long dress of dark green satin is loosely tied with black hair, disappearing in the blurred sunlight, like a deer in a green fairyland.

  On the ebony wood table, the precious bone china cup was slowly drawn in by the slender fingers, and the strength increased carelessly inch by inch, so that the top-quality West Lake Longjing tea in the cup appeared fine waves, spreading and spreading with the strength.

  Liang Shangjun lowered his eyes and looked at the tea in Fu Rongheng's hand, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

   "She's funny, isn't she?"

   "What do you want to say." The clouds in the sky reunited, and Fu Rongheng's eyebrows and eyes were caught in the faint shadows of the clouds.

  It seems that this topic is not important to him, and he doesn't even intend to devote his energy to talking about it.

  Keep a low tone.

  The high-ranking person, heavy coercion.

   Even Liang Shangjun, who has known him for many years, dare not say that he has seen through him: "It depends on what you want."

  In the second half of the sentence, Liang Shangjun's tone was unhurried: "I don't mind chasing her."

   "Liang Shangjun." The latter's tone was cold and forceful, uncontestable, "Don't meddle in her business."

  Liang Shangjun heard the meaning in his words, it was a warning.

   "Rong Heng, if you don't tell her about some things, she won't know." He sighed, his voice gradually lowered, "I didn't come out about what happened back then, what about you? I don't want you to miss it because of your promise."

  Fu Rongheng raised the teacup with one hand and brought it to his lips, but he didn't drink it.

   There was silence for a while.

   "The little girl Huaying has also grown up. I almost didn't recognize her when I saw her two days ago." Liang Shangjun changed the subject and mentioned something casually.

   "Also, Chu Jin'an and I went to Paramount that day. She also saw it."

  The teacup was put down.

   Not light and not heavy sound.

  Fu Rongheng stood up, rolled up the overcoat beside him, walked forward, and said a few words: "Study, talk about business."

  Liang Shangjun paused, looked at the untouched cup of West Lake Longjing, and thought, what a pity, the best tea.

   You can sit still.

   "What's going on at Huipan... Are you sure?"

  “I don’t do things I’m not sure about.”

   "Fourth Master has been away a lot for the past few days, and they won't think of you for this action." The first half of the sentence is public, and the second half is private, "Rong Heng, no matter what, take care of yourself."

  His ambition surpassed his life.

  Liang Shangjun felt uneasy because of his state, and felt that something big would happen if this continued.

  The sky in the distance, gray blue.

  Spring is finally coming to an end, and the flowers that should bloom in this season have already bloomed.

   Those that shouldn’t be open, should be buried in the mud and buried in the ground forever.

  Fu Rongheng's attitude today once made Liang Shangjun think that he had no intentions of Chu Jin'an.

   Unexpectedly, the later banquet completely changed Liang Shangjun's opinion.

   Beauty is a disaster.

  …

  In early summer, the sky is just right.

  Beicheng First People's Hospital.

   Working rigorously day after day, just after a surgery, Chu Jin'an took off his mask, and walked out neatly, with cold and regular eyes, unexpectedly, he ran into Tang Hanting in the hospital.

  The woman just came out of the gynecology department, still wearing a cheongsam, swaying and swaying, with a plump figure. She put on the most charming makeup and the strongest lipstick, but she didn't hide the trace of fatigue in her eyebrows and eyes.

   "Why are you here?" Chu Jin'an raised his eyebrows and asked.

  Tang Hanting saw her, paused, raised the medicine in her hand: "I don't feel well recently, come and prescribe some medicine."

   "I heard that you and Fourth Master have not been on good terms recently..." Tang Hanting gloated.

   It's like, plastic sisters.

  The last time Chu Jinan saw Tang Hanting was on a cloudy and rainy day, and she still remembered everything that happened that night, she did not expect to become like this now.

  Chu Jin'an smiled slightly, and fought back nonchalantly: "Last time in Fu's residence, I heard that you sang a play all night. It's a pity that I didn't say hello to you."

  Tang Hanting's complexion changed slightly.

   "However, I seemed to hear your voice that night." Chu Jin'an was not too sure, maybe she heard it wrong that day.

  Tang Hanting tightened her fingers: "Next time I have a chance to sing for you."

   Her current dire situation is all thanks to Chu Jin'an.

  If Chu Jinan took her into the car last time, she would not be taken away by Fu Jingshen, let alone...

  Tang Hanting's eyes were full of gloom, she was annoyed by Fu Jingshen, and she would not let Chu Jinan feel better!

   "I told you that Fourth Master is not easy on that oiran of Paramount. If you don't believe me, it's over now." Tang Hanting stabbed Chu Jin'an with a hypocrisy.

   "You have to be careful of Huaying, in case Fourth Master wants to marry her in, then you..."

  Tang Hanting tactfully left blank.

  She doesn't like these two people. It would be great if Chu Jin'an and Huaying can kill each other and she enjoys the benefits.

   "I still believe in the eyes of the fourth brother." Chu Jin'an said lazily, copying the pocket of his white coat with one hand, "He doesn't like people with this status. Oh, I didn't mean to offend you."

   "..." Thank you, Tang Hanting was offended.

  She wanted to fight back, but acid water rose from her stomach. Tang Hanting hurried to the bathroom, spat in the sink, frowned and covered her stomach.

  It’s true that she’s been physically tired recently, and she needs to plan ahead for her actions. She’s waiting for an opportunity—the moment of a major turning point in this movie.

  A prophet of the unknown, she has an advantage over anyone else!

  Chu Jin'an stood where he was, watching Tang Hanting run to the bathroom, stunned for a moment, and walked forward after scanning the gynecological department, not interested in prying into other people's privacy.

  Tang Hanting came out of the bathroom, put on her sunglasses, and she was a beautiful female star outside. She swayed outside and met a handsome young man.

  She took off her sunglasses: "Doctor Liang? I heard Jin'an mentioned you, can I buy you a cup of tea?"