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

  Chapter 930 Old things of the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 26

  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.

  The organizer greeted him with a smile on his face, and led him into the main seat respectfully all the way.

   I heard that he has been very busy these days, and the atmosphere in Beicheng is turbulent. Even this important banquet, he came here on the way to finish his military affairs. Before he had time to change his clothes, he simply wore a military uniform with a solemn silhouette.

  That day, Chu Jin'an accompanied Liang Shangjun to the banquet, and as his female companion, as he had promised in advance, the two were good friends in private, so naturally they would not break the appointment.

  Having not seen Fu Rongheng in the middle of the banquet, Chu Jin'an thought he would not come.

   What if it comes.

  The light shone on Chu Jin'an's side face, which had a cold and white texture, and the long eyelashes contained a faint shadow, which was so beautiful that it was cold and alienated.

  Liang Shangjun held a glass of wine and whispered in her ear: "Do you want to... stimulate him?"

  Chu Jin'an raised his head in surprise, his eyes slightly astonished.

   In the ears, Fu Rongheng's low voice could still be heard when he was talking with others.

  The tone has always been calm, but she could hear the three-point tiredness hidden under the thin ice-like voice, and she seemed to be a little impatient...

  Amidst the admiration and flattery of the whole hall, she was far away from him, but the next second, the man turned his face sideways without warning, and looked in Chu Jin'an's direction.

  His eyes are like the snow in the winter mountain stream, white and calm, yet cold and frightened.

   Over the shadows and laughter.

  Chu Jinan's heart skipped a beat, and before he could dodge, his shoulders were warmly embraced by the person beside him, and his body instinctively leaned towards Liang Shangjun.

  The crystal earrings on the earlobe reflect the light and shadow, shaking slightly, reflecting the clean temperament, like a classical painting.

   It looks like intimate.

   "It's done." Liang Shangjun lowered his head, chuckled in Chu Jin'an's ear, then slowly raised the red wine in his hand, raised his eyes, and greeted Fu Rongheng.

   "Fourth Master?"

  The man who spoke was about forty years old, a little rich, with shrewd eyes, and he was the boss of Jiangxing Company.

  At this moment, he called out uncertainly, because of Fu Rongheng's sudden silent attitude, he was uneasy, thinking that he had said something wrong.

  He opened the chief seat for Fu Rongheng, and everyone waited for him to be seated, and the atmosphere was extremely quiet for a while.

  In the high hall, Fu Rongheng calmly withdrew his gaze, and sat down indifferently.

   "Sit down."

   No one knew that at this banquet, Fu Rongheng originally only planned to show his face and go through the motions, without intending to delay the time.

  As he spoke, the short and silent banquet finally resumed the lively scene of pushing glasses and changing glasses.

  The night on the horizon deepened inch by inch, filled with a large area of ​​darkness, and a corner of the moon emerged from behind the clouds, half a moon, as cold as a knife.

  Soothing music flows in the air, gentlemen and ladies dance lightly, in long suits and long skirts, swaying gracefully.

  The chandelier above the head has a sense of illusory and free prosperity, but it reflects cold light.

  This prosperity, silence and silence are piled on top of thousands of bones.

  Fu Rongheng sat on the main seat, leaning against the back of the chair a little coldly and tiredly, relaxed but also fierce.

  His eyes were slightly closed, as if he was not interested, and when he spoke occasionally, it was just a few cold business words.

  Everyone knows that the fourth master of the Fu family is happy, and no one dares to disturb him.

  The wine on the table was poured one glass after another. Fu Rongheng usually didn't drink alcohol, but once he did, he only drank the strongest wine. The wine in his throat was too weak.

  A slender figure came over, holding a tray in his hand, quietly replaced the wine beside Fu Rongheng, served a new glass, and pushed it in front of him.

   "Who asked you to come." Fu Rongheng asked sideways.

  Jacaranda stared blankly at his handsome but cold profile, and the solemn badge on the pure black military uniform came into view.

  She lowered her eyes, whispered imperceptibly with her lips, and said a word in a voice that only Fu Rongheng could hear.

  Fu Rongheng didn't react after hearing this, but judging by his face, he told her to back down.

  Hua Ying smiled slightly, poured out the water gracefully, and went in another direction. Before she spoke softly, she told the waiter to serve the wine for the person in the main seat, and serve the strongest one.

   "Don't look." Liang Shangjun's voice was clear, and he put his fingers on Chu Jin'an's waist with a gentleman's waist, "Concentrate on dancing."

  Chu Jin'an wore a lazy black French dress today, which made her skin white as snow, with delicate collarbones, custom-made by private hands, noble, proud, and generous.

  A head of long hair is simply coiled up with a hairpin, and the hosta is wrapped around blue silk, which is loose and reveals a bit of charm.

  She jumped a wrong beat, a wrong step, a wrong step, and her heart was confused. Liang Shangjun calmly led her to find the rhythm, and laughed lightly.

   "Miss Chu, the banquet is over, you have to pay for my shoes."

  Chu Jinan lowered his head, saw the prints on his black leather shoes, and felt very guilty: "Sorry."

   He said it was okay.

  Chu Jin'an looked at Lord Shangliang.

  He is different from Fu Rongheng. He has peach blossom eyes and looks affectionate to everyone. In other words, even if you look at a delicately placed fruit plate, you can see the texture of affection.

  Behind the seemingly refined and elegant appearance is an incomprehensible demeanor.

  Chu Jin'an didn't know the relationship between him and Fu Rongheng, and why, he wanted to help her.

  How could it be... muddleheadedly agreeing to Liang Shangjun's ridiculous proposal.

  Fu Rongheng doesn't care at all.

   Really, crazy.

  Chu Jin'an spun along with the sound of the music, and he could catch a glimpse of the figure on the main seat out of the corner of his eye.

   Even the silent appearance makes people feel unattainable.

  Across the dazzling and flickering lights, many figures laughed and laughed, which lengthened the distance between them and became a gap that could not be bridged no matter what.

  He is drinking and rarely speaks. The wine in the glass has a golden amber texture. He shakes slowly with his movements, raising his wrist, touching his lips, and raising his head. The protruding bones of the wrist and the rolling lines of the Adam's apple are smooth and familiar.

  Under the indifferent and abstinent bones, there is an inexplicable lust, the more restrained, the more indulgent, the more depressed the romantic.

   It seems that the only thing that can raise his interest, pass the long and boring time of the banquet, and suppress his impatience, is this one thing.

  From now on, except for the first glance towards Chu Jin'an, he has never looked this way, leaving only a side face of misfortune and alienation.

  In this case, why don't you go?

  Chu Jin'an couldn't help thinking, let's go after dancing this dance, there is no point in staying.

But.

   Long time no see.

  He doesn't have a word, do you want to tell yourself?

  The ice cubes in the spirits fell silently and fell into the bottom of my heart, getting more and more dull.

  The banquet continued until late at night, and it became more and more prosperous.

  Fu Rongheng was a little drunk, but he didn't stop drinking, his thin eyelids drooped, casting shadows on the eyelids, and he could hear the conversations around him, one by one, clearly in his ears.

   "Who's that in the middle of the dance floor? It's beautiful."

   "The daughter of the Chu family, with golden branches and jade leaves, grew up pampered and pampered."

   "Are you married?"

  The spirits passed through the throat and slid into the lungs. When the concentration collided with the ice, there was a hint of burning.

  (end of this chapter)