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

  Chapter 943 Old things of the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 39

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

  She bent down in front of him and fell into the abyss in Fu Rongheng's eyes. The tips of her noses were almost touching the tips of her noses.

  Chu Jin'an clearly captured the blue shadow of the man's eyelashes, a mole of innocence that should not be noticed, close in front of his eyes, and wanted to lick it away wetly.

   When he spoke, his breath slowly fell on his face, which was clear and slightly hot.

  The collision of ice and fire, the melting of snow and water, sprinkled her all over, icy cold, the skin on her face, which was closest to him, was numb and unconscious.

  In the office, it was dim and dark, from the perspective of the back peeping from behind, there was a sense of story like a warlord and his personal doctor, and the atmosphere was full.

   It's just that the private doctor probably wouldn't reach out, put his hand on the warlord's face, and stroked it slowly.

   Taboo, guilt.

  In the corridor, there are also the footsteps of night shift doctors or patients, Dang Dang, passing the door again and again, from far to near, and then far away, clearly entering the ears, and the door will be pushed in at any time, making the atmosphere more tense.

   No, it's locked, so it doesn't matter what you do, and you won't be found out, it's just where she works during the day.

  Chu Jin'an used his fingertips to carefully touch the three inches below the other's left eyelid, the shallow scar left a few days ago.

  asked him, "Does your face still hurt?"

  The soft and astringent voice broke the silence.

  If it wasn't for the ambiguous movements and the long stay, judging from the white coat from the back and the military uniform on the side, it would look like an extremely serious medical examination.

  If there was a stethoscope next to him, Chu Jin'an really wanted to unbutton his shirt and press it on his heart.

  He was a little surprised at her behavior.

   "Talking about this?" Fu Rongheng raised his head slightly, resting his head on the back of the chair, his body was very relaxed, his collarbone was half exposed, he didn't care, his temperament was forbidden to death, cold and inviolable.

  At the same time, as he leaned back, the distance between the two of them was too close, and the clear breath left his cheeks, but he did not refuse her hand on his face.

  He looked at her and only said, "You have strong hands."

  He has style and doesn't care about women.

  The eyes that looked at her were a little blurred, as if nothing existed.

  Chu Jin'an is a typical person with a wicked heart but no courage. Under Fu Rongheng's teaching for several years, he has developed awe of him.

  She didn't dare to look down, her hands were still on his face, the skin under her fingertips was really good, she felt guilty, and said stiffly, "Who told you to mess with me."

   I regretted it a bit. I hit him with earrings back then. What a pity to leave scars on such a beautiful face.

   "It's all fourth brother's fault." Fu Rongheng smiled, true or false, the touch of her hand was so crispy, he didn't change his face, turned his face away, and turned his face ruthlessly in the next sentence, "Take your hands away, itchy."

   "..."

   Forget itching to death!

   Unreasonable Fourth Master Fu!

  Chu Jin'an snorted coldly, withdrew his hand forcefully, drooping, fingertips inadvertently brushed the skin of his collarbone, the touch was smooth enough, and the lines were hard.

  He is indifferent.

  The air was quiet again, only the sound of the rain outside the window was left, patting on the sycamore tree, making a knowing sound.

  Chu Jinan felt that he was like this rain, deserted and chilled to the bone.

   After thinking about it, it was wrong, the rain would only get her wet, and he would even hold an umbrella for her to shelter from the rain.

  Fu Rongheng saw that her heart was soft, and habitually taught her: "Be **** people's hearts, it's not good for you to be like that."

  Chu Jinan asked back: "Including the fourth brother?"

   Learn to counter him.

  The silhouette of the man sank in the dim skylight, and the cold incandescent light in the hospital corridor seeped in through the crack of the door, illuminating his hanging finger bones, and most of his body was still hidden in the mountains and rivers.

  But seeing him smile.

   "Except for me."

  The calm confidence and frivolous capital shocked people's hearts.

  The conversation ended here, Chu Jin'an couldn't say anything about him, except for the sentence of thinking about him out of his mind.

  Fu Rongheng glanced at the time on his watch, it was time to go, he picked up the newspaper and asked her: "Do you want any more?"

  Chu Jin'an didn't understand what he was going to do, so he shook his head.

  Fu Rongheng folded a paper airplane two or three times, the movement was very smooth, and the elegant Xianya hid his rebellious bones, and threw it towards the trash can.

  Chu Jin'an was stunned, he didn't expect him to play this game, and he didn't think it fit him.

   "What's there to see, I'm not young?" His voice was weak.

  Chu Jin Anxin thought that you were harsh when you were young, and moved faster than he consciously stopped the man's movement: "It's not good to litter, I'll throw it for you."

  Fu Rongheng looked at her: "It's up to you."

  He got up, put on his clothes, and finally was willing to button up his shirt, and picked up his military uniform. The sense of depression that outsiders could not easily see disappeared, and he was still unattainable.

  Chu Jin'an felt that he didn't like the feeling of being restrained, so he didn't miss the chance to breathe.

  Fu Rongheng was buttoning up his military uniform, standing in the shadows, thinking of something, raised his eyes and asked her: "Is the jade pendant I gave you still there?"

  Chu Jinan put the paper airplane into his pocket, watched his movements, too abstinent, a visual feast: "Yes."

  He only gave her a special piece of jade, and she remembered it deeply: "What's wrong? If you want to go back, pretend I didn't say anything."

  Fu Rongheng didn't say anything: "Put it away."

  He paused and asked her to come over. Chu Jin'an walked over consciously, stood in front of the man, raised his hand to stretch the neckline for him, fastened the last button, smoothed it, and straightened it.

   In the breath, there is the cold fragrance of his body, just like the master.

  Looking up, his mouth is thin and pale, always indifferent.

  Remembering that his kiss was very cold, the coldness that made people freeze all over was the savagery that burned the throat, thinking about it, my heart itched.

...

  What about the promise of boundless romance?

   Maybe it's not just that she hasn't come out of her childhood sweetheart's cognition, but Fu Rongheng's mentality has also not been adjusted.

  That night, did he care about her when he kissed her or was he forced?

  Chu Jin'an is a little uncertain, and it makes him uncomfortable to think about it.

   "Wrong buckle." The voice reminded me, clear and calm.

  Chu Jinan regained his senses and helped him buckle up again.

  The girl's skin is whiter than that of a white coat, her facial features are regular, and she has the subtle and soft features of an Asian. Her eyelashes are drooping, she is focused on his buttons, her hands are moving around the man's neckline, and her eyes are open to scrutiny, like camellias blooming on a rainy night.

   "I don't have time to take care of you recently, so don't worry about it." Fu Rongheng looked at her for a while and said.

  He just wants to see her today, talk to her, or do anything else. In short, he wants to be quiet. He has troubles in his heart, and he can't think about anything else. As for the delay, he will start from night to morning.

  When Fu Rongheng said this, he didn't expect her to be even more worry-free.

   "I know fourth brother."

  Chu Jin'an agreed, and went to the locker room to change clothes. Looking at the heavy rain outside, it was even more annoying to think that he didn't bring an umbrella.

  (end of this chapter)