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

  Chapter 972 Old events of the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 68

   "Fourth Brother..." A light flickered on and off, and the atmosphere heated up. Chu Jin'an's ear bones were burning, and he said slowly, "I can help you."

  Fu Rongheng froze.

   "Patter."

   is the sound of the belt buckle being undone.

  Warm and fragrant nephrite jade, the most ecstasy.

  In the middle of the night, a round of bright moonlight is as gentle as a lover's eye.

  The night wind howled and blew past the pine trees, and the snow bent the branches. In the end, it was overwhelmed, and it slid down tremblingly, revealing a touch of evergreen, and covering some secret voices...

  A cage of lights in the house is bright and extinguished, which is the most lingering romance in the old days.

   Gradually, the distant sky turned pale, the moon went out, and the sun rose.

   Today, when I was heading back to Beicheng, Liang Shangjun came to look for someone early in the morning, and happened to bump into Chu Jinan who was going out.

   "Doctor Chu." He stopped her, "Have you and Ah Heng packed up yet?"

  Chu Jinan nodded.

   "A-Heng drank a lot of wine last night, is his heart okay?"

  Chu Jin Anxin thought that there was nothing wrong with him, he was clearly very strong, so he shook his head.

  Liang Shangjun said silently: "I remember that I haven't offended you these few days, but you don't even want to talk to me anymore?"

"…no."

  As soon as Chu Jin'an spoke, Liang Shangjun was startled, her voice was hoarse as if she had swallowed heavy gravel, it was extremely dull.

  Chu Jin'an immediately shut up, pursed his lips, suppressed his embarrassment, and explained righteously: "Last night, it was windy, and I caught a cold."

  As she spoke, she wished she could strangle fourth brother to death.

Liang Shangjun hurriedly told her to stop talking, and went to find Fu Rongheng. Just as he walked in, he was changing clothes, and he didn't shy away from seeing people. The general put on his trousers, buckled the belt with one hand casually, and looked at him sideways: "What's up."

   "Several administrators who will be newly appointed want to see you. This is about to leave. They are here to see you off and see you?"

   "You arrange it." Fu Rongheng didn't like to deal with this kind of situation, so he picked up the neatly folded new shirt next to him with one hand.

  Liang Shangjun leaned aside, looked at the window, and couldn't help it: "What's the matter with you two, you still have a cold, why don't you close the window, Chu Jin'an's voice scared me to death."

  Fu Rongheng stood in the morning light, buttoning up the buttons of his white shirt one by one, and looked indifferent in the eyes of outsiders. Finally, he raised his eyes and looked at him, with a calm tone: "Why do you talk so much?"

  Liang Shangjun: "..."

   Then he leaves?

   What did he say wrong about him?

  After meeting with the people, they got on the train back to Beicheng, the whistle sounded, they crossed the rails, someone saw them off, and the train gradually disappeared on the platform.

  Chu Jin’an was alone when he came here, and his heart was full of anxiety. After three months, the mountains and rivers were safe, and the old man was by his side.

   It was just that she was bumped into by Liang Shangjun in the morning. She always felt awkward and sulked in her heart, and ignored Fu Rongheng on the train.

   "It still hurts?" She hid, but he approached and grabbed her chin, frowning slightly, with a sweet voice, "Open your mouth, let me see."

   "You're not a doctor." Chu Jin'an pushed him like a mosquito.

   "Fourth brother is wrong." He whispered, a little out of control, but also a little distressed.

  Chu Jin'an remembered something, his face flushed, remembering his strength, he climbed up the pole, complaining like a baby: "The knee hurts too."

  Fourth Master Fu doesn't like to talk about romance when he gets out of bed.

  Chu Jin’an was indeed tired, and slowly fell asleep leaning against him. The badge on the shoulder of the military uniform was slightly hard, and his bones were harder than the badge.

  Fu Rongheng didn't move at all, allowing her to sleep peacefully, and turned her head to look at the mountains flying past outside the car window, stretching hundreds of kilometers along the way.

   are all in the past.

  (end of this chapter)