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

  In the midsummer season, the plums are yellow and the rain is pouring, and the smog is continuous and the sky is blue.

  The sky is gloomy, covered with dark clouds, and rain is coming.

  Beicheng, railway station.

  A figure in a light gray Chinese tunic suit carried a box and slowly got out of the car with the crowd.

The huge hat covered half of his face, and there was a slight green stubble on his chin. When the wind picked up, the brim of the hat was blown, revealing a large black mole on the right side of the tip of his nose. Straighten the neckline.

  Hui Qiulou.

   Top floor.

  The furnishings in the house are quiet and elegant, and occasionally you can hear the wind rustling outside the window, casting a layer of quiet depression.

  The man sat on the ebony chair, patiently waiting for someone to arrive, and someone arrived on time.

  Seeing the person who came, he stood up, stretched out his hand, and smiled.

   "Fourth Master."

  The man hummed in a low voice, swept over the man's extended hand, and calmly stretched the cuff of the military uniform with one hand.

  He glanced at this, and the adjutant behind him immediately stepped forward, shook hands with the man, and said hello to each other.

  The man smiled and didn't mind.

  Fu Rongheng took a seat, his silhouette sank in the cloudy and desolate sky outside the window, his silhouette was tall and straight, as if he was sitting in the world of mountains and rivers.

   "I remember the last time I saw Fourth Master was eight years ago, in Huipan."

  The man's name is Tan Wenchang, he is a high-ranking official of Huipan, and he has a high status. He came to Beicheng this time to see Fu Rongheng.

  He poured tea for Fu Rongheng, said with a meaningful smile: "It's a pity that I couldn't say hello to Fourth Master back then, but fortunately, I still have the opportunity to continue our fate today."

  Fu Rongheng's face remained unchanged, and he didn't respond to hearing eight years ago.

   "Mr. Qin didn't hesitate to travel long distances to come to Beicheng, probably not to catch up with me."

  Qin Wenwen is stern: "Although there are many frictions between Huipan and Zhongji Province, I still hope to make friends with you. In today's troubled times, everyone is in danger and wars are constantly in progress. We just want to protect ourselves."

   "I have a big project at hand, and I want to cooperate with Fourth Master. If it succeeds, it will be a great benefit."

  Fu Rongheng lightly tapped his phalanx, leaning his back against the back of the chair, playful quietly: "What's the benefit."

  Qin Wenwen smiled slightly, gently pushed the teacup towards the man, and made a gesture of invitation.

   "It's strange to say that fourth master heard that our biochemical research base was attacked at night a few days ago? The attacker is unknown, and we haven't investigated it yet."

   "The project I want to talk about is related to this research. This is a very interesting experimental direction."

  Fu Rongheng watched his movements, and his voice was cold and steady, making it difficult to understand: "If so, then the security system of the base really doesn't make me feel at ease."

  Qin Wenwen was dumbfounded: "I heard that the fourth master spent a lot of money on women's **** back then, and did whatever he wanted. Such a large amount of money, but he didn't want us to be busy here. I'm really envious!"

  The wind before the rain poured in through the open window, reflecting half of the tall and straight figure on the ebony chair, and the military uniform was meticulous.

  The knuckles of the fingers that are playing with the cup are sharp and hard, and the movements are inexplicably depressed.

  He heard the words, but saw a very faint smile overflowing from the corner of his mouth, dignified yet contemptuous, sitting in the vast mountains and rivers, his words revealed the wantonness in his bones.

   "To be happy in life is to be happy to the fullest, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon! Mr. Tan."

  When he said this, the kind of negligence bred by power was more intense, both skin and bone.

  Qin Wenwen was stunned for a moment, clapped his hands, and laughed loudly: "As expected of Mr. Fu, he is really romantic! The only way is to be drunk today!"

  Fu Rongheng didn't answer the conversation, he didn't have that interest, he buttoned his cuff buttons with one hand, and the last trace of smile on his face faded away, as if he had never appeared, his eyebrows were cold and meaningful, making him even more daunting.

  His face is slightly sideways. Under the shadowy dark color, the profile of his face is smooth to the prominent Adam's apple, which is closed by the collar of the military uniform. His long legs overlap, revealing an intoxicating majesty, which can be restrained and manipulated.

  Qin Wenwen was stunned to himself. If this skin and bones were corrupted and degraded into female sex, how many people would be harmed. For him, tender **** is not easy.

  Of course Qin Wenwen doesn't care whether Fu Rongheng sleeps with women or not. He only cares that when a person has desire, he has weakness.

   Invulnerable, that's troublesome.

  Qin Wenwen's smile gradually deepened: "Girl Huaying has great powers, I really want to see her true face, to see what kind of stunning beauty she is, so that Leng Qing can be as caring as Fourth Master Fu."

  Fu Rongheng's eyes were slightly cold, and he glanced at Tan Wenwen. That glance did not contain any emotion, but it was already bone-chillingly cold. His voice was slow and indifferent.

   "Mr. Qin is so interested in my private affairs, how about I invite you to watch it now?"

  Qin Wenwen's face changed slightly, knowing that he violated the restricted zone, Fourth Master Fu hated to ask about private matters when talking about business: "Qin doesn't dare."

  He got down to business.

"To be honest, our biochemical research in Huizhou has been going on for ten years, including our bases in other provinces, and the results achieved are huge. Many people can't understand my plan and think it's crazy, But fourth master, you should also understand the truth that people don't kill themselves for themselves..."

  Fu Rongheng's eyes were slightly closed, and he listened flatly, without showing any attitude.

  The cool wind blew the plum tree shaking from side to side, and the cool air swept across the North City ahead of time.

  I don’t know when it will rain this time.

  Hanging on the apex of people's hearts, it is frightening, and it doesn't give you joy.

  I drank this tea for half an hour.

  Fu Rongheng had other things to do, and his schedule was tight, so he left in time.

  Qin Wenwen asked: "Is the fourth master really not thinking about it? We can start with a laboratory first, and when the fourth master sees the benefits, I'm afraid he won't think so again!"

  Fu Rongheng didn't stop walking, and walked out. The buttons of the military uniform were strictly buttoned to the top.

   "No, we met eight years ago." He turned his back to Tan Wenwen, couldn't see his face clearly, and spoke four words calmly and forcefully.

   "The people are living in dire straits."

   hit the tip of the heart.

   Tremor.

  The rain finally fell.

  Qin Wenwen is not good enough to let it go, he will not come here in vain: "I will stay in Beicheng for a few days, Fourth Master can change his mind at any time, I look forward to seeing Fourth Master."

  Walking out of the Huiqiu Building, the cold air hit, the heavy rain was heavy, the sky and the earth became a gray dusk, and the sky could not be seen when I looked up.

  The adjutant held an umbrella for Fu Rongheng, and said in a low voice, "What is the fourth master's plan?"

  Although Fu Rongheng had no expression, Feng Lingzhi could feel that his mood was not in a good mood, even a little cloudy like this day.

  Fu Rongheng's face was hidden under the eaves of the umbrella, his eyes were bottomless, and he walked forward at a leisurely pace.

   "Go to Changsheng Mountain."

   "Keep an eye on his movements, and report to me if there is anything to do. Let Liang Shangjun come to see me at night."

  Feng Lingzhi said yes, and wrote it down.

  Fu Rongheng pondered for a moment: "Also, Jacaranda..."