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

  Chapter 942 Old things of the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 38

  Chu Jinan lowered his head, seeing that his eyes were tired, his breathing was even, and he was restrained to the point of death.

  Suddenly, an unspeakable sense of pity rose in her heart, like a lake of warm water slowly pouring into the blood vessels, flowing through the heart, silently, but full.

   is to cherish him. I understand the unspeakable sorrow in his chest, and I understand that his height is extremely cold.

   It's strange to say that such a high-ranking person can actually make people feel distressed, but her love for him began with admiration when she was young, and the process was seen in pity, and she really wanted to do something for him to alleviate the snowstorm in his eyes.

   "Fourth brother, you'll be fine." Impulsively, without thinking, Chu Jin'an stretched out his hand to hold his shoulder bone, and patted him reassuringly through a thin layer of shirt.

  Even if it is extremely cold tonight, even if many people will die tomorrow, all those who carry forward in the dark and hold the torch high will be able to see the light of the sky in the day after tomorrow.

   Don't fall down tomorrow, never, never.

   "May the mountains and rivers be safe, everyone in the world is safe, and the fourth brother will live happily ever after!"

  Second wish, I will marry you as a husband and wife, and I will never doubt my love.

  The second half of the sentence, Chu Jinan read it in his heart, did not say it out loud, it was an expectation.

  The office was empty, but her voice was clear and clear, like broken ice and jade, behind him, resounding in the bright place.

  Fu Rongheng opened his eyes in the dark, the street lamp outside the window was mixed with the rain, and reflected on his face through Lu Li's glass window for a moment, showing half of the outline, deep fog and thick shadows, blurred and profound.

  In those eyes, the fire is everywhere, and the glory and withering are inexhaustible. Thousands of meanings, all kinds of complexity, can always linger in my mind.

  The reflected light disappeared quickly, and his profile fell into a longer eternal night.

  The thin lips parted lightly, and the voice cut through the silent rainy night.

   "Why don't you mention yourself."

  Chu Jin'an's movements froze for a moment, but he still gently relieved his fatigue. He put his fingertips against the man's temples and massaged them gently.

Through the skin, I can feel the pulsation of his blood flowing through the blood vessels, the fresh and vigorous vitality, inexplicably makes people want to cry, the body will not lie, the heat has broken the ice and burnt to the fingertips .

   "Fourth brother lives a hundred years, so he will protect me for a hundred years, won't he?"

  Chu Jin'an asked back, the voice came clearly in the office, implying selfishness, lowering his eyes, looking at the young and straight body in front of him, calmly standing in the memory countless times.

  In the dark night, you can't see his backlit bones, but you can only see the brutal and powerful bones on the back of his neck, rising and falling steadily with breathing.

   No one can see anyone's face.

   Following his silence, his heart was pounding.

  Fu Rongheng hummed lightly.

   Count promises.

  He will protect those he protects until he dies.

  Chu Jinan's heart stopped beating, followed by a more turbulent beat.

  If her hand had happened to be covering his heart at that time, she might have known that the evenly beating heart was accelerating and chaotic for more than half a second under a thin and ruthless body.

   Occasionally, the sound of hurried footsteps can be heard in the corridor of the hospital, and the outside light seeps in slightly through the crack of the door, making it quiet and drowsy.

  In the place where she works during the day, alone, locked, delicate.

  Fu Rongheng's body, which had been tense from morning to night, finally relaxed. There are no outsiders, so there is no need to be on guard. He really enjoys the peace here with her.

  He raised his wrist, patted her hand, and signaled to her that it was okay. His palm was cold, and he took the newspaper on the table with his other hand.

  While waiting for Chu Jin’an, I read it over and over twice, but there was nothing new, and I used it to pass the time.

  Fu Rongheng has been exhausted in the past two days, and his heart has been blocked because of the meeting, and he can't vent. When he is so busy, he only wants to see her.

  Fu Rongheng had never thought about such things as falling in love with women before. He raised his fingers and loosened the collar button, and laughed at himself casually. Isn't it unreasonable for the ancients to say that they are gentle?

  Fu Rongheng suddenly became interested, pointed to the news in the newspaper, swiped his slender finger across a wide range, and said to Chu Jin'an in a cold tone.

   "Eight years ago in November, news from all provinces in the country reported that bacteria had been leaked from the secret biochemical base of Huizhou. A large area of ​​animals and plants died within a radius of two hundred miles."

  At that time, even Zhongji Province, which was close to Huizhou, was implicated.

  Chu Jinan's eyelids twitched, and the brows frowned unconsciously. Although she was young at the time, she had heard of this incident.

  The deepest impression is that in November of that year, there was heavy snowfall. Fu Rongheng was sent back to Beicheng with unknown life or death.

   "Using a living person as an experiment is devoid of conscience."

  Chu Jin'an felt the hand he patted was hot, put it in the pocket of his white coat, walked around from behind him to lean on the table, and said coldly, "Aren't they afraid of retribution?"

   Seeing countless lives die in the biochemical crisis, Chu Jin'an hated it very much.

   "Being greedy for profit, wild dogs **** food." Fu Rongheng's words were sharp, and he coughed twice, with a silent sneer in his eyes, and his complexion could not be called good.

  Chu Jinan turned his head to look over, the window was blown open by the wind at some point, the rain fell in, wetted the potted plants on the window sill, and the cool wind blew into the house.

  He wears less clothes, and the buttons are scattered irregularly, as if in the middle of the night, he is always used to this, and there is a kind of relaxed wandering.

  Chu Jin'an was afraid that he would catch a cold. His early illnesses were not healed, and he was prone to fever even in summer. She walked over and closed the wide open window. The cold rain hit her face, and she was relieved after confirming that the window was closed tightly.

  Over there, Fu Rongheng held the newspaper in one hand, resting his elbow on the table, very casually, the cuffs of his shirt were loosely folded up twice, with clear veins.

  He propped his face, sat in the dark, turned his eyes to look at her, didn't care much about the closed window, and called her, "Come and see."

   Highly recognizable and superior sound, stained with the blur of night.

  If it wasn't inappropriate, Chu Jin'an felt that it was a temptation.

  She sighed in her heart, wishing she could button up Fu Rongheng's collar, resigned herself to her fate and walked over, leaning against the table.

Fu Rongheng just became interested in talking, and her finger bones slid across the contents of the morning newspaper. It was too dark. Chu Jin'an had to bend down to see clearly. She supported the table with one hand, lowered her waist, and stared at the words on the newspaper. sound.

   Very sharp, very sharp, but... she is not his subordinate!

  Chu Jin'an gradually lost his mind, turned his face inadvertently, but found that the two were close at hand, her face was close to his, and at close range, her nose bridge was high, her bones were straight, and she broke into her sight unexpectedly.

   Enough addictive capital.

  Bottom is the skin with his shirt collar open, revealing a depressed lust.

  Chu Jinan's fingers holding the table tightened, his throat felt dry.

  He noticed her quietness, turned his face sideways, his eyes collided, and his breaths intertwined, less than half an inch apart.

  The feeling of taboo in the hospital arises spontaneously.

   "Not interested?" Fu Rongheng didn't move, just put the newspaper on the table at that distance, and asked romantically, "What do you want to talk about, tell fourth brother, so that fourth brother can talk to you next time."

  He is so easy to talk today, he seems to be in a low mood, and he is even more unpredictable.

   Contaminated with the breath of depravity in the middle of the night, would it be better to get involved than his righteousness and norms during the day?

   During the two seconds that Chu Jin'an looked at him, his mind was full of messy thoughts.

   In the new January, I wish you all a happy month, and all the good things will come as scheduled. Babies who have a monthly ticket recommendation ticket in their hands, please vote for Anzai, refill.

  (end of this chapter)