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

  Chapter 951 Old events of the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 47

  Fu Rongheng was silent, raised his hand to pick up the cup of tea, took half a sip, suppressed a certain repressed coldness in his deep throat, his speech and behavior were like ancient paintings, the swaying dim light blurred his expression, his silhouette was so thin.

  Have regretted it, and promised to be with her.

  He knew in his heart that at this time, at least in this war-torn era with no bones left, she should not be implicated in his life and death.

  I wanted to wait until the mountains and rivers were safe, and allow her a prosperous life.

   But when she burst into tears, he left his reason behind.

   "Fourth brother?"

  Chu Jin'an didn't know why his sudden silence was. Seeing his clear and moist eyes, he was a little flustered, so he hurriedly tried to make up for himself, and his voice became softer, and the more he said, the softer he said: "Actually, I don't want it, it's okay..."

   "Fourth brother is at fault, I apologize to you." Fu Rongheng suddenly chuckled and stopped her.

  Chu Jin'an wrinkled his face, and became even more anxious. He didn't understand what he meant, and his heart was suspended, "What are you talking about?"

   But what he said made her heart suddenly settle down, and she fell into the warm deep sea.

   "Wait for me to come back." He caressed her hair, his movements were rare and peaceful, the scent of tea gave him a strong base color, and there were mountains and seas she had never seen before in his eyes, "Come and pick them up from my house."

   During this period of time, I always wanted to teach her more, at least with independent capital, but when I saw her embarrassed expression in the hospital, I realized that I was too hasty.

  His responsibility, he promised, from the first day he was with her, he will handle the affairs before and after his life, especially her.

  In a trance, Chu Jin'an wanted to kiss him very much, and the libretto of the drunken concubine echoed in his ears.

  Life is like a spring dream, and I drink a few cups from my heart. Don't say who is right or wrong, I just want to get drunk with you again in my dream...

  She had just raised her head, her nose intertwined, but there was a knock on the door, heralding the end.

   "Fourth Master, it's time."

  The voice outside said in a low voice, if you don't leave, you will be delayed.

  Fu Rongheng looked down at her, the blurred warmth in his eyes gradually faded away, and he retracted freely.

  He put her down, tidied up the shirt calmly, fastened the loose buttons, and returned to the indifferent and lustful appearance in the eyes of outsiders, not seeing the lustful and joyful moment in the play just now.

  A gentleman is magnanimous.

  He is not someone who can get away with business for the sake of female sex, and there are mountains and rivers above personal love.

Chu Jin'an always felt that he wanted to kiss her just now, but he pushed her away. She sat aside, lowered her head and straightened her hair and messy skirt, covering her rosy cheeks, watching him button up his shirt and prepare to kiss her. leave.

   Panicked suddenly, I wanted to send him off, but I always felt that if I didn’t send him this time, there would be no chance in the future.

  He refused, saying that the train station was too messy, he was not used to being sent, and she didn't have to go.

   He also said that this place is reserved for her, and she can come to listen to the play at any time when he is away.

  Chu Jin'an asked him back, did he come to listen to the play, or to miss him?

  He smiled and walked cruelly.

  Chu Jinan chased him, "When the fourth brother comes back, can you accompany me to the temple to fulfill my wish?"

  He kept walking, turned his back to her and asked her what he wished, but Chu Jin'an refused to say, and insisted on letting him go. She was always obedient, and this type was a minority.

  Fu Rongheng doesn't believe in ghosts and gods or in Buddhism, even when he was young and sick, he rarely stepped into Buddhist holy places.

  But this time, the sparse voice was folded at the end of a play, and he responded, the voice receded, and the deepest part of the play, the light elongated his shadow: "Okay."

  Fourth Master Fu is indeed a cold-hearted person. He never looked back even once when he was separated. She could only watch his back as he strode forward and disappeared at the end of the theater, no longer blurred.

  (end of this chapter)