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

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

  In the rain, his face was profiled, his expression was indifferent, his temperament was unpredictable, and his voice was clear and clear, without embarrassment or desire, "Let her call her sick these days, be quiet, and don't need to see me in the future."

  Feng Lingzhi knew that the jacaranda was a deceptive card, used to confuse the wind, and it was also an intelligence agent.

   If you think that Paramount is only romantic, it is a big mistake. How many officials use this to sniff out news and make connections, it is both lustful and snobbish!

  The underground is a secret passage, which leads directly to the train station. The intelligence organization that Fu Rongheng cultivated by himself often communicates through this.

  Si Ye was not in Beicheng that day, and he was related to the Huipan Research Base, so he must not reveal anything.

  Looking at the conversation just now, Tan Wenwen obviously has doubts, but he can't confirm it.

  In the eyes of outsiders, there is a romance, but who knows the treacherous situation in it. There are very few insiders, so they must keep their mouths tight.

   "Hua Ying said that she has important information in her hands, so she can only report it to you." Feng Lingzhi said.

  In the precarious wind and rain, the man's back is like a green hill, and the black military uniform is not wet at all. He smiles coldly, but there is no smile in his eyes, so ruthless that it makes people feel cold.

   "I don't know when she will be able to control me."

  Feng Lingzhi's heart trembled, and he lowered his eyes to see the puddles on the ground shatter.

  Want to talk about love with Fourth Master Fu?

  You have to ask yourself first, how capable you are, and how lucky you are to keep him down.

  In this world, there are some people who are unmoved by the great interests and have a long-term vision. Naturally, there are also people who are extremely hot-eyed and do not know Mount Tai.

   "Damn it! Why did Mr. Tan go to see the fourth brother? What did they talk about!" Fu Jingshen said darkly, kicking his subordinate hard, still puzzled, and angrily reprimanded.

   "You guys can't handle this little thing! The driver of the truck is still running away. If the fourth brother finds out, what should I do?!"

  The subordinate cried and said: "Sixth Young Master, who knew that the driver could be good at kung fu, so he just ran away on the ship..."

  The subordinate took chances and vowed to tell Fu Jingshen.

   "He must have died when he jumped into the sea. There is no proof of his death. Even if Fourth Master has great powers, he still can't find a dead person. Don't worry!"

   "Useless stuff!" Fu Jingshen got angry, and finally said: "Give me an appointment to see Mr. Qin."

  He sat alone in the room, touched his lips: "Chu Jin'an..." Thinking of that jade pendant, Fu Jingshen felt that he had to meet her.

  Twilight is gathering, and the night is getting darker.

  The rain hasn't stopped yet, I don't know when it will end.

  The military vehicle drove across the slippery ground, the tires galloped and rubbed away, splashing rainwater all over the ground, covering the windows, making it difficult to see the people in the car, with a vague and tall silhouette faintly revealed.

  Outside the window, a red cross building passed by.

  In the rear seat, the person who has kept his eyes slightly closed and rested his mind slowly opened his eyes.

  The well-articulated fingers were resting on the knees, and the cuff buttons were loosely undone, exposing half of the thin and strong wrist bones.

  In the dark rainy night, when the incandescent lamp swayed in through the foggy glass window, there was a sense of mysterious nobleness and killing for no reason, and I looked sideways.

   "Stop."

   A low voice sounded in the silent car, breaking the deadly oppressive atmosphere.

   The guard was surprised and looked back at him.

  The tall building in the hospital was lit with pale incandescent lights, dazzling white, piercing into the depths of the night, reflected on the car windows, flickering on and off, shining on his side face.

   Surgery.

  Chu Jinan was on the night shift tonight, and when Liang Shangjun got off work, he walked out slowly, turned his head and said to Chu Jinan: "It seems that I have to say good night to you first, Doctor Chu."

   "Good night." Chu Jinan smiled, leaned on the chair and turned around, "Doctor Liang."

  At this moment, a nurse shouted sharply outside: "Doctor Chu! There is a patient—"

   The two looked at each other for a moment, then rushed out immediately!

  The patient had just been carried into the hall from the outside. There was a car accident and he was covered in blood. The nurse immediately went to the doctor.

  Chu Jinan ran to the hospital lobby with the soles of his feet feeling windy, stopped in front of the patient with shortness of breath, but looked extremely calm, and checked the patient's breath.

  The situation was urgent, and the patient's life might be in danger at any time. She ignored the other things and turned a blind eye to the sticky blood sticking to her body, and immediately raised her hand to take rescue measures for the patient!

   "Hurry up, operating room!" Chu Jin'an calmly spoke while his subordinates continued to give first aid. When he spoke, he seemed to be aware and looked up.

  In the corridor at the end of the hall, the man stood in front of the half-open window, blowing the night wind, with a sense of indifference and dignity.

  It was a long distance away, and the pale incandescent lamp came down from the top of the head, illuminating the hospital corridor like daytime, but behind him was the dark night, by the window, with neat short black hair floating by the wind, looking at him.

  The light was too dazzling, Chu Jin'an couldn't see his expression clearly, and was shocked for a moment.

  Why is Fu Rongheng in the hospital? he got hurt?

  But right now, life and death are at stake, and Chu Jin'an has no time to take care of the chaotic emotions, so he suppresses his mind, looks calm, and carries the patient onto the stretcher with Liang Shangjun, and walks quickly to the operating room.

   Walking too hastily, she accidentally tripped over her foot, Liang Shangjun stretched out his hand to help her: "Be careful."

  Chu Jin'an thanked you.

  Liang Shangjun's hand was naturally retracted from her waist, and the two cooperated tacitly, and quickly stepped into the operating room.

  Fu Rongheng leaned against the window and watched that scene, his eyes lightly moved away from Liang Shangjun's hand on Chu Jin'an's waist, his eyes were dark, thinking of the scene he just saw in the hall.

  She was dressed in white, standing in the light, bright and beautiful, but blood-stained, her face was unusually calm and steady, she was rescued by others, her movements were skillful and neat, and she didn't care about the blood on her body.

   Indeed, rare.

  In the operating room, the lights are always on.

  The low voice is cool and pleasant.

   "Scalpel."

  Chu Jinan wore a medical mask, his eyes were clean and clear, and his pupils were shallow when illuminated by white light, like clear amber under the moonlight.

  She performed the operation with a calm face, and her movements were unambiguous.

The patient was in a car accident and had a massive hemorrhage. This is an operation with a survival rate of less than 5%. For this era where both instruments and academics are not advanced, Chu Jin'an's palms are sweating, and he tries his best to be himself. responsibilities.

  Time ticked by, and there was a cold rain outside.

  The scalpel fell into the tray.

  The process was startled, and the operation was successful.

  Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

  After the end, Chu Jin'an got out of the work state, and those distracted thoughts could not be suppressed at all, and his mind was full of the scene that he just saw Fu Rongheng.

  She didn't care about changing the surgical gown, so she walked out quickly.

   "Chu..." Liang Shangjun took off his gloves and called her behind him. Seeing her disappear around the corner, he sighed helplessly.

  Chu Jinan walked faster and faster, and finally almost ran all the way through the crowd, sweating on his back, but the figure at the window at the end of the corridor was no longer there.

  Her heartbeat slowed down, she stood where she was, lost in thought, and looked around blankly, seeing the crowds passing by, unfamiliar faces, she couldn't help but feel lost, and something overflowed in her eyes.

   It turned out that he didn't come to find her.

   "Turn back."

   A cold and powerful voice calmly sounded behind him.

  Among the countless noisy voices, it was caught in the ear very clearly.

Chu Jin'an's heart beat violently, like an ancient and solemn bell vibrating. It was struck by someone, and it reverberated in his ears so much that his ears were filled with the ringing sound, and all the noisy and small background sounds were silent. away.

   She turns around.