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

  Chapter 933 Old things of the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 29

  Chu Jin'an struggled to break away from his hand, and his palm was sticky, which formed a great contrast with his cold body temperature.

   "What does fourth brother think of me?" She raised her head and asked tremblingly, and bumped into his eyes, against the shadow of the lamp fog, it was so dark that it was thick.

  Over the years, she has followed suit, but he is unfathomable.

  It's like being in a snowstorm, he is so lovable, yet so cold.

  Fu Rongheng paused slightly.

  Listening to the sound of falling leaves in the distance, "Kach!", breaking, seems to be overwhelmed.

  The string that has been stretched in Chu Jinan's heart for many years has also been broken at the same time—

   "You never told me what you did, not even once, and this time it still didn't happen! I've been waiting..."

   "I don't mind if there are other people around you, I really mind if you know it or not?!"

  Chu Jin'an suddenly collapsed, his eyes were red, he raised his head and shouted at him, it doesn't matter what the ending will be after tonight for the courageous offense.

  Her voice was trembling and fragile, piercing through the stillness of the night, and when the wind blew, it reached the sky and hit Fu Rongheng's heart heavily.

   It made his throat feel a little dry suddenly, and there was a burning sensation of not knowing what to do.

  Just drinking a glass of wine, the unrestrained result—

  It is the high concentration of alcohol and ice that erodes thinking, collides in the lungs, and turns them into catalysts, spreading a tingling pain. This feeling, so strange.

  The familiar sense of restraint, which makes people breathless, makes a comeback again. It is often suppressed in the bones, and never fluctuates in joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. For decades, it has been restrained to sorrow.

  But his expression remained unchanged.

do you know? have not thought. Because I haven't done it, I don't care and I don't think about explaining it.

  Fu Rongheng suddenly didn't understand what was going on with him tonight, and what he was fussing about with her. She didn't understand, but he actually followed suit.

  Chu Jin'an ruthlessly smashed the decorative bag on the man. He didn't hide, standing still like a green mountain. Bang, the black bag hit the young body, making a dull sound.

  The atmosphere sank to the bottom with this sound.

  Fu Rongheng let her vent, standing still, his black eyes gliding over the bag in her hand, he raised his fingers to loosen the collar of his shirt, like a gasp.

  The clean and clear white cast a distinct shadow on his neck.

  The slender fingers turned white from exertion, and the veins were slightly protruding, at least not as calm as the surface.

  Jacaranda's status is special, Fu Rongheng can't talk about military secrets with Chu Jin'an.

   Opened my mouth a few times, and there was a soft but suffocating cotton wool in my throat. I didn't think there was anything at first, but it became more and more obvious as time went by, making people panic.

  He was silent for a while, and finally said.

   "I haven't touched her."

   Only five words.

   The tone is still that of a flat, boring statement.

   But after listening carefully, the clear and dignified voice came out, but for some reason it was stained with a burnt hoarseness, maybe it was the erosion of wine, or maybe it was people. In short, the listener stings.

  Chu Jinan knew that he was not good at words, and he is still like this to this day.

  She waited for his explanation, but she seemed to know the answer in advance, without explanation.

  Chu Jin'an suddenly smiled. Under the street lights at night, he was dressed in a black dress, proud and luxurious.

  Her smile is bright and blooming, just like the smiles she showed to Fu Rongheng countless times in the past, so soft and vivid.

  Only this time, her eyes were full of tears, her chin was raised slightly, and she was too thin.

   Words are heart-piercing.

   "You stayed at Paramount for a day and a night, and the lights stayed on all night, what the **** are you doing with her?!"

   Stabbed hard and fiercely at the person's heart.

   Never before have I been involved in emotions like this.

   It's true that I didn't care, so I deserve to be questioned now.

  Responsibility and consequences, Fu Rongheng taught her for many years, and now it is his fault.

  Chu Jinan stared at his face tightly, refusing to move half an inch away, and could hear his breathing in the night, clearly in pain but still hopeful.

   They are all grown-ups, and in such a luxurious place, he reserved the room for others in a calm manner, stayed overnight quietly, and walked out carelessly and coquettishly.

   Is it a pastime or an indulgence or a night of misery?

  She thought she could not care, could understand his situation and understand his indifference-but still cared.

   It was not Huaying that made her hate, but his own silence.

  She just wanted to hear him speak with her own ears.

  No matter what answer you get from him, as long as he speaks, even if he completely denies it, it is nothing to be afraid of.

   Quiet, still quiet.

  Fu Rongheng's Adam's apple moved slightly, and the arc of sliding up and down was sharp. The effect of alcohol continued to ferment, causing his thinking to pause a bit, and he was constantly receiving external stimuli, and even his temples began to ache.

  He has never relied on alcohol or tobacco to numb his perception. This is the first time he has allowed himself to drink alcohol in public. Maybe he really shouldn't drink so much. He took it lightly and made a fatal mistake.

  Vigilance and indifference were burned, and something was about to rush out of the chest.

  Obviously at the beginning, I didn't expect the stamina to be so strong.

  The night wind howled past, rolling up a fallen leaf that did not belong to late spring, and there was no other sound except the breathing of two people.

  Standing opposite each other, there was a silent stalemate.

  Light and shadow blur the boundaries of the edge, making the distance between two people seem close at hand, but they are getting farther and farther away.

  Fu Rongheng stood upright, in military uniform, following the training of the Fu family, his back never bent.

   Over the course of twenty years, the living environment and adaptive instincts, and the personality shaped by the extreme pressure environment have already made him invincible.

  Yeah, how can I forget, how lucky he is.

  Under this cold body, this heart belongs to whom, and who can hold it.

   "Speak, Fu Rongheng." Chu Jin'an urged in a hoarse voice.

  The tone is unconscious, with deep grievances and complaints.

  Chu Jinan used to love his silent connivance in private the most, but he also hates his silent silence now.

  Looking through the past, there is an old friend's drama on stage, who is crying in the audience?

  The famous actor Shuixiu Yizhe in the Liyuan has sung for many years, and the past days and nights clearly appear in front of his eyes, which cannot be exchanged for the emotion of landslides and landslides.

   Those who cry are all people in the play.

   And he watched with cold eyes.

   An embarrassing silence.

  Chu Jin'an couldn't wait for his answer, he couldn't see the moon when he looked up, and when he saw the dark clouds like stagnant water, he laughed at himself and murmured: "That's right."

  She looked at Fu Rongheng and smiled with a relaxed tone.

   "Fourth brother is superior, of course fourth brother doesn't care about anything."

  As long as she can remember, she has never been biased.

   "No." The two low and hoarse words came out abruptly from between his lips and teeth.

  The timbre is mixed with wine, and the longer it gets stronger, it affects people's hearts.

   His eyes were bloodshot.

   What is not? What is he denying? No one can tell.

  Chu Jinan moved his eyelashes.

  The night breeze was a bit cool, blowing in from the slightly open collar of the shirt, Fu Rongheng was inexplicably a little dry under the streetlight, looking at her slim appearance now.

  Suddenly remembered that many years ago, he met Chu Jin'an for the first time.

  (end of this chapter)