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

  Chapter 931 Old things of the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 27

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

   "I haven't heard that there is a marriage contract. It is said that the one who returned to China with her senior brother is that one. I guess they are a couple."

   "Four years abroad, half a month on the cruise, and working together again, ideals and interests can be discussed, I'm afraid it's a long time ago."

   Another glass, the alcohol is almost uncontrollable burning, like the sound of ice cubes falling into the wine glass, breaking the original calm, continuous, turbulent.

   "That is really a golden girl!"

alright.

The last sentence.

  Fu Rongheng put down his wine glass and made a moderate sound.

  His back was against the back of the chair, his long legs were crossed, his bones were drunk and elegant, and the coldness and solemnity of the military uniform could not suppress the indulgence. He looked at the figure in the distance clearly, and suddenly chuckled.

   With his back facing him, Chu Jin'an danced with Liang Shangjun. The back half of the black French dress revealed a beautiful snow-white back, which was dazzlingly white.

The partial hair was also coiled up with a hosta, which could not cover anything. The fragrant shoulders were thin, the jade neck was slender, skinny, and the lines were smooth and delicate. The two thin and beautiful butterfly bones on the back were slightly protruding, as if spreading their wings at any time. Fly, the line goes down to a slender waist, which can be easily broken with one hand.

   See everything.

  Probably because Fu Rongheng's laughter just now was too abrupt, and he couldn't figure it out, which made the two people who were talking beside him stop.

  They were all officials who came from Pingcheng to attend the banquet. They didn't usually know the news in Beicheng, and naturally they didn't know about the daughter of the Chu family and Fourth Master Fu. At this moment, they were confused and looked at Fu Rongheng cautiously.

   racked his brains to think of something to talk to Fu Rongheng.

   "Fourth Master also thinks they are a good match?"

have to.

   This time, I spoke directly to the iron plate.

Fu Rongheng just leaned back and looked at him, smiling contemptuously, with a slightly drunken look between his brows and eyes, which further accentuated the coldness of his brows, and the shadow cast by his long eyelashes seemed to hide the light color at the corner of his eyes. A fickle mole.

  He casually raised his wrist, and undid the first button of the shirt in the military uniform, click, the second button, impatient, disorderly, but full of chic.

  The slender skeleton is exerting force with the movement, the blue veins are slightly raised, and the collarbone under the shirt is looming.

   "Chu Jin'an."

  The voice is as clear as the wind in the pines, stained with a slightly drunk low hoarseness, that kind of magnetism, like a gun loaded, dangerous and charming.

  Once you open your mouth, you pull the trigger as if aiming at the wandering prey, leaving no way out.

   It's like—"Boom!"

   Overlap whose heartbeat.

  The voice fell exceptionally clearly and powerfully, falling into the excitement of laughter and laughter, like a snowfall without warning, cold to the bone, cold sober, freezing the scene of prosperity in an instant.

  Fu Rongheng's voice was neither deliberately lowered nor raised, it was even calm, sweet and pleasant as always.

  He was sitting on the high hall, looking at Chu Jin'an's direction with his deep eyes, even his expression was calm.

  With a bit of drunken laziness and cruelty, just like the aloofness when he was young.

He said.

"come over."

  A sense of oppression.

  People who are stressed can't breathe.

  The two people who just spoke were stunned, their necks seemed to be old parts that didn't work, and they turned stiffly, looking in the direction of the banquet dance floor.

  Those who could hear it, quieted down, those who didn’t hear it, sensed the subtle atmosphere, and then silenced nervously.

   This sudden silence triggered a chain reaction, and in an instant, the entire banquet was filled with a snow-covered silence.

  Countless pairs of eyes fell on Chu Jin'an in unison!

  The music is still going on, but Ke Wu can't dance at all. His feet seem to be heavy, and he can't move an inch.

  Chu Jin'an stood stiffly on the spot, feeling as hot as a fire on his back, and was about to be pierced by countless eyes.

   At that moment, there was only one voice in her head.

  —God **** it, Fu Rongheng!

  Chu Jin'an took a deep breath, turned around slowly, and met a piercing gaze as expected.

  He is looking at her.

  Chu Jinan's heartbeat slowed down and froze for half a beat.

  Liang Shangjun held her wrist and whispered: "If you don't want to..."

   The sound of laughter was scattered in the air, clearly audible.

  Fu Rongheng's gaze swept over Liang Shangjun holding Chu Jin'an's hand, paused for a second, his eyes became more and more cold, and finally stopped on Chu Jin'an's body.

   Across a long distance, he sat without moving, looked straight at her, and slightly parted his thin lips: "Come here."

   This time the voice is colder and calmer.

   Chill, invades the bone marrow.

   It is a strong power that monopolizes the power of life and death.

  The military uniform is chilling, and it sets off the man's straight and loose figure. Outsiders can clearly feel the heavy displeasure on his body. The low air pressure is like a blizzard on a high mountain, making people dare not even breathe.

This sentence awakened Chu Jin'an's youthful memory, her body trembled subconsciously, and she subconsciously obeyed his words, but the stubbornness that had been well hidden all the time, popped up at an inappropriate moment, nailing her footsteps in place, like a statue.

  Chu Jin'an stared at him, deadlocked.

   One second, two seconds.

   Thirty seconds.

One minute.

  The atmosphere became more and more silent, and no one dared to speak.

  As the culprit of all this, Fu Rongheng didn't feel any guilt or emotion that affected the atmosphere, and he wasn't even affected.

  He looked at her for a long time, as if as long as she didn't come over, this situation would not end.

   One minute, one second.

The slender and well-defined bones picked up the wine on the table and drank it all in one gulp. The strong wine passed through the throat, and a thread of fire passed through the tip of the tongue unknowingly, burning to the internal organs, and then turning into cold ashes. .

  Fu Rongheng looked away.

  The outline is still clear and abstinent, so cold that it is unreasonable.

  He is unrestrained and unrestrained, doing whatever he wants, but the stalemate at the scene cannot be alleviated in the slightest because he didn't speak again and couldn't figure it out.

  There are only three things.

   This is Fu Rongheng's rule.

  He knows, Chu Jinan knows.

  Liang Shangjun's hand was still on Chu Jin'an's wrist, with a strange and uncomfortable temperature.

  Chu Jin'an stood where he was, blinked his dry eyes, his side face was cold and white.

  Obviously, he was the one who was ambiguous with others first, but now, it looks like it's her fault.

  She slowly broke away from Liang Shangjun's hand.

  The other party was slightly stunned, with a complicated tone.

   "Miss Chu."

  Chu Jin'an smiled at him, her slender, dark eyelashes were soft, like a flash in the pan at three or four in the morning, stunning and fleeting, making one feel a broken pity.

  She let go of Liang Shangjun's hand, but she didn't go to Fu Rongheng, and went to the corner alone to wait quietly.

  I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel tired, and I still have some indescribable grievances and breakdowns in my heart. There is no sound, and it is dull.

  It was like the dreary weather of this summer, and at night there was a torrential rain, with dark clouds covering her heart.

  The people around looked at Chu Jin'an again with strange, admiring, mocking and other emotions in their eyes.

   Those who dare to refute Fourth Master's face, see you soon!

  (end of this chapter)