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

  Tang Hanting put all her heart on the child, some thoughts in her heart were ready to move, greed defeated reason.

  This child can stay, but it can only belong to Fourth Master Fu.

   At that time, she will not have to worry about her life's glory and wealth!

  But she can't even touch the hem of the warlord's clothes...

  Outside the hospital, Tang Hanting saw a rickshaw passing by on the street. The people in the car were slender and tender.

   Jacaranda!

  The man just turned his face sideways, and his eyes, like autumn water, looked at Tang Hanting.

   Tang Hanting's heart moved, she found a way out, she can, cooperate with Huaying...

  She tore up the report and threw it into the trash can with a smile, but she didn't notice—a white light flickered in the distance.

   Above the head, there is a bright and clear half moon, reflecting the raging wars and joys and sorrows in the world.

  In the distance, there is a resplendent and resplendent foreign market, shaking out the prosperity that lasts all night.

  Late at night, on the street, there is silence, two shadows, one in front and one behind, wearing a black French dress and military uniform, as if separated by an insurmountable moat, containing several romantic pasts.

  That night, he was always behind her.

  Keep a small distance, silent.

  Chu Jin'an knew that he was following her, but he didn't want to pay attention to him at all, so he pretended not to see, and weeds grew in his heart.

  When the ankle was sore, he simply took off his high heels willfully, walked forward regardless, and stepped barefoot across the street paved with street lights.

  The person behind, in the dark, leaned over to pick up her high heels, the fingers illuminated by the street lights were slender and distinct, and the fuzzy outline was indifferent but meaningful.

  In the silence, there was a kind of careless connivance.

  As always.

Chu Jin'an heard the sound of military boots behind him, did not look back, looked up at the moon, his eyes were sore, he wanted to cry, he held back, his heart was so messed up that he didn't hear the sound of a truck speeding towards her at the corner of the road, and it ran towards her out of control. come rushing over—

  When the white light pierced her eyes so close, her mind went blank, her footsteps seemed to take root, and she stood straight in place, unable to move.

   Bang—

   There is a sharp loud noise in my ears!

Without any fear of pain, she was thrown down by a broad and solid embrace, tightly pressed against his chest, her back pressed against his chest, and he could hear his violent heartbeat, staining her skin through the military uniform and shirt, delivered to blood vessels.

  His protection makes people addicted and paralyzed.

  Chu Jin'an turned his head and met Fu Rongheng's gloomy expression.

  He looked at the truck speeding away in the distance, but looked back within two seconds, restraining the cold anger between his brows and eyes.

  The short-lived white light tears the sight, and it is still a long night.

   "Scared?" Fu Rongheng didn't get angry, but suppressed it, his voice was neither soft nor heavy, "Even if you are angry with fourth brother, you won't be looking for death."

  Just now Chu Jin'an stood motionless in the middle of the road, feeling rather disheartened.

  Chu Jinan was stunned for a long time, but said something irrelevant: "Your heart beats so fast."

  She suddenly thought of the day long ago, when she went to his study to get the phonograph, and before leaving that day, she asked him a word.

  When Fu Jingshen pointed a gun at her, he was not afraid.

  What counts as fear?

  He never shows weakness.

  Fu Rongheng paused for a moment, hummed, and forced her to sit down on the steps by the side of the road.

  The hundred-year-old tree cast a thick shade, and when the wind blew, the branches swayed and swayed, and even the shadow on the ground also swayed. A fallen leaf floated on the wet mossy ground and was blown onto her skirt by the wind.

  The man half-kneeled on one knee, still holding her silver stiletto high-heeled shoes in his hand, and directly holding her ankle with the other hand.

  Chu Jin'an was shivering from the temperature of his ankle, subconsciously pulled back his foot, but he held it tightly, and was immediately startled by Fu Rongheng's movement, his heart froze.

  He put her shoes on without raising his head, with one knee on the ground, his back straight, and his movements were unskilled, but it was this unfamiliarity that made her more touching.

  The black military uniform was worn in a regular but irregular way, with the neckline open wantonly, and the righteousness of the body against the bones, which was the admiration of many people.

   "Don't..." Chu Jin'an was taken aback, and pushed him. Subconsciously, he was offensive and disobedient, and always felt that he shouldn't do such a thing.

  Fu Rongheng's voice was even colder: "Don't move."

  He lowered his eyes and dressed her up. Under the street lamp, there was silence. Chu Jin'an could even see the thin moles at the corners of his eyes, the bloodstains on the side of his face, the neat short hair when he bowed his head, and the sense of taboo in his superiority.

  She felt that Fu Rongheng might also be stimulated by her. After all, she had been silent for so many years and expressed her feelings for the first time. As a result, the other party was frightened by him and acted "suicide". Although, she really didn't intend to commit suicide.

  Chu Jin'an pursed his lower lip, calmed down, and sat watching him silently. The hem of the long black dress was spread on the steps, winding with light, and his body was thin and slender.

  He raised his head, his eyes were so deep that his heart trembled.

  Like drunk but not drunk, true and false, can't tell the difference.

   "Fourth brother has taught you a lot these years." He said calmly.

  In such a posture, he was looking up at her, Chu Jinan was at a loss, and didn't know what he was going to say, so he just hummed softly, and unconsciously grasped the hem of the skirt.

  Fu Rongheng stopped for a long time.

   "This time, you taught me."

  Chu Jinan was stunned, dazed.

   She taught him? Are you kidding? What can she teach him.

  The next second, without warning, he leaned forward, pressed one knee against her black velvet skirt, and the military trousers were a little more wrinkled. He raised his hand and pressed the back of her neck, his finger bones were slender and cold.

  Chu Jinan was brought in front of him forcefully, his eyes widened, and the temperature and strength of the back of his neck were so cold that he shivered.

   Before she had time to shrink back, she felt Fu Rongheng's clear breath spraying all over her face. The well-proportioned breath made half of her face numb.

   What is he...doing?

   "Chu Jin'an."

  The voice is so calm and hoarse, it is captivating.

  Fu Rongheng didn't seem to notice her stiffness that was about to suffocate at all, and he didn't restrain himself. He opened his thin lips lightly at a close distance, and whispered her name.

  When he spoke, his breathing was hot, burning to the tip of his heart, and he felt crisp.

  Even the night breeze couldn't counteract the rise in temperature.

  Heartbeat, like weeds soaring, aggravated, dull, bursting through the chest.

  Chu Jinan froze, feeling that he would die in a second, bumping into the thick and turbulent forbidden color in his eyes, calling him helplessly and tremblingly, trying to wake him up.

   "Fourth Brother..."

  The tip of the nose is almost against the tip of the nose, which can capture any details that you don't have, and make the temperature inch by inch.

  From memory, there has never been such a distance with no way out, so close that it makes people's heart beat like a drum, crazy, bone-piercing ambiguity.

   "If you don't want to, just refuse."

  The calm and hoarse voice fell on his ears, this time, without restraint.

   Immediately afterwards, it was his kiss, even promiscuous.

  In an instant, Chu Jin'an's pupils constricted, his fingers suddenly tightened his shoulders, and the military uniform was wrinkled!

  The whole world is like a quiet island, only him in front of him.

  The street lights nearby are dim, and the feast is noisy in the distance, in the corner of this long night.

  She sat on the steps, while he half-kneeled on one knee and kissed her, with his back straightened out to shield her from all the evening breeze.