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

  During the long years, he used the strongest rules to tell her the responsibilities and consequences, and the most profound means.

  Chu Jinan has been wronged, complained, and hated.

  Hate what? Hate that he can't see his goodness, hate that he only has rules in his eyes, and hate that he treats him unkindly.

  But... In the end, I couldn't hate what he taught me.

   If she made a mistake, he would give her an extra look.

  If only the caring shown at that time is so profound.

  Then she would rather make the same mistake again and again.

  After that night, Liang Shangjun asked Fu Rongheng who she was.

   At that time, Fu Rongheng came back from Beicheng and didn't stay for a while. He suffered from the wind and cold, and his voice became even hoarse: "The child at home."

   "She is still young, are you being too strict with her?" Liang Shangjun.

  He sneered: "Only when it hurts can we have a long memory."

   Later, Fu Rongheng never threw away every letter sent from the Chu family.

  The letter is full of lengthy essays, dozens of pages written, all of which are the daughter's family's eagerness to share.

I even drank two bowls of pear soup at noon today. The pears are very sweet. The pear tree in the back mountain has grown three new pears. There was a cat climbing the pear tree. I fought with it and won. Everything is written up.

   Fearing that Fu Rongheng would not know what the pear tree in the back mountain looks like now, Chu Jinan specially drew the appearance of the pear tree and the cat, with green and vivid brushstrokes.

   Promise: When the fourth brother comes back, I will climb the tree and pick pears for you to eat. If the fourth brother wants to, he can climb the tree with me.

  When Fu Rongheng watched it, he thought to himself, who would climb a tree with her, dreaming?

  She is still young, and she doesn't understand meaningless long-winded speeches, so no one will pay attention to them, and it will only be annoying.

   Letters are sent one by one, filled with all the trivial daily life of the daughter's family, as well as the hidden lovesickness hidden between the lines, the bright moon grows brightly, and it never stops year after year.

   Until leaving the military academy, Fu Rongheng's entire drawer was filled with letters.

  He read it word by word.

   And when Liang Shangjun met Chu Jinan again, it was in a foreign university.

  She hadn't remembered him for a long time, and her eyes were strange. Maybe what she remembered was Fu Rongheng's eyebrows and eyes under the dim light that night.

  Everything is silent, the moon is utterly secluded, how deep is the courtyard?

  Late at night suddenly dreaming about juvenile things.

  Dreams are grotesque, and outside the dream there are piles of white bones. Some long-forgotten old things are uncovered and brought to light again.

  It was three or four o'clock in the morning, the night was very deep, there was no dawn, the house was not lit, and it was pitch black.

  Fu Rongheng woke up without any sleepiness, put on a military coat, and leaned against the window, his body was filled with a strong sense of loneliness, exuding an aura of desolation from his bones, as if he was guarding an empty city.

  He squinted his eyes and saw that the sky was still dark outside the window. When he lowered his eyes, his eyes lightly swept across the empty wrist. The Buddhist beads he wore when he was ill for a long time, after recovering from the illness, they were left in the corner, gradually covered with dust, and the sky was not seen.

  When the illness is cured, some things are naturally no longer needed.

  —"Fourth brother is the best person in the world, and he will live a long life!"

  —He was never a nice guy.

  —"Don't worry, fourth brother, you will definitely get better. I will pray to God and worship Buddha for you, build a temple and burn incense. The Buddha will definitely appear when he sees my sincerity, and bless fourth brother with a safe and smooth life."

  —joke. He doesn't believe in Buddhism.

  —"fourth brother, fourth brother..."

  —Always pester him what to do. Are you not bothered?

  It was like yesterday in my ears, there were many voices intertwined, but the room was empty and silent, lifeless.

  Fu Rongheng blew the night wind lazily, listened to the fallen leaves return to their roots in the courtyard, watched the tired birds returning to the forest in the sky, coughed twice, and the night mist wrapped around his eyebrows and eyes, hiding those deep eyes.

  A long while.

  He laughed casually, and there was a scene of old friends falling on the brows.

  He is not going to let go of those who have recovered from his illness!

  It is also a late night. Some people stay up all night and make up their minds when they are young, and some people let themselves sink into the sea of ​​desire and cannot be freed.

  In the boudoir, everything is gloomy and dark.

  The whispering voices of men and women mixed with strange and ambiguous colors, and the things on the dressing table were suddenly overturned by a pair of jade arms.

"roll!"

  Scenes like this happened many times. Even though the body had been handed over to the other party, Tang Hanting swore to Fu Jingshen to the death.

   Only this time, there were some irresistible accidents.

  Fu Jingshen discovered a secret from Tang Hanting——

   "Are you hiding something from me?"

   "What are you talking about?" Tang Hanting raised her heart.

   Fu Jingshen picked up the red velvet brocade box that fell from the dressing table with a blank face, and opened it. The half of the jade pendant inside was warm and thick, the phoenix was lifelike, and he asked with a cold voice.

   "How can something that my Fu family has passed down from generation to generation be in your hands?"

  Tang Hanting's expression changed: "Give it back to me!"

  Fu Jingshen grabbed her by the neck, his face became more gloomy: "Answer me!"

   "I don't know..." Tang Hanting saw the ex-boyfriend in the previous life through Fu Jingshen's face in a trance during the lack of oxygen. No matter what, she couldn't escape the fate of being entangled with him.

  A white light splits consciousness!

  The modern crew, the gunshots before death, and the creepy smile on the corner of the mysterious man's mouth, even her time travel to the movie seems like a pre-planned conspiracy...

  The suffocation of death made her see that person's face clearly, it was familiar, so familiar.

   "Stealing something important from my Fu family, what crime do you think I sent you to prison for?"

   Fu Jingshen's murmured voice was next to his ear, and the sticky and disgusting laughter mixed with it pulled Tang Hanting back to reality, and the fleeting thoughts were also annihilated.

   "I didn't steal it!" Tang Hanting's face was livid, she grabbed the hand on her neck, and spoke intermittently with difficulty, even she couldn't hear her own voice clearly, "Yes... Chu Jin'an gave it to me!"

  Fu Jingshen paused for a long time before letting go of Tang Hanting.

  Tang Hanting breathed heavily, suddenly felt cramps in her lower abdomen, and felt nauseated and vomited again.

  Fu Jingshen didn't pay attention to Tang Hanting, thinking in surprise.

  How could Chu Jin’an have…

  A thunderbolt split, and Fu Jingshen suddenly burst out laughing.

  Fu Rongheng, Fu Rongheng!

  You actually gave this thing to Chu Jin'an!

  I finally caught you!

  Fu Jingshen grabbed the brocade box and strode away triumphantly.

  Behind him, a pair of resentful eyes stared at his back. Ten slender fingers clenched the bed sheet tightly, revealing a trace of murderous intent.

  Summer in Beicheng is always amorous, full of vitality and blooming flowers.

  The long-awaited Jiangxing Heavy Industry Enterprise Company in Beicheng was formally established with the support of the Military Z Mansion, and invitations to the banquet were sent to every dignitary.

   This invitation letter was naturally delivered to Fu Jingshen.

  But at this moment, he is not at the banquet, but at the corner of Xiyu Street.

  He was sitting in the car, looking at the house not far away, tapping his fingers, like a dormant hunter, waiting patiently for something...

   "Everything is arranged for tonight?"

   "Everything is in order. After the matter is completed, I will immediately arrange for that person to go abroad and silence him on the cruise ship."

  Huiqiu Building, a century-old building standing in this city, is tall, majestic, and antique.

  Countless people came and went in the banquet hall, their clothes fragrant and their temples shadowed, and their cups of wine interlaced.

  The glitz is gone by day, and the lights are bright at night.

  All kinds of styles are fully displayed.

  As the person directly in charge of investing in Jiangxing Company behind the scenes, Fu Rongheng came late after the banquet was halfway through, and greeted him in a low-key manner.