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

  Chapter 973 Old Affairs of the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 69

  When I returned to Beicheng, it was four or five o'clock in the morning when I got off the train station. The sky was bright and the snow was approaching.

  The guards belonging to the commanding mansion were divided into two sides, lined up, standing in front of the platform with guns, resolute and straight, with a thrilling aura.

   Qi Qidao.

   "Fourth Master!"

  Fu Rongheng was calm, and led her out slowly.

  Chu Jinan returned to the Chu Mansion, her parents had already been waiting for her in front of the gate, and embraced her in their arms with tears in their eyes.

  Fu Rongheng paid tribute to them and left. Afterwards, Chu Jin'an asked about the events in Beicheng in the past few months, and learned that the Chu family had survived despite the ups and downs in the wind and rain.

  Chu Changzong told her: "The foundation of the Chu family is deep and stable, and Fu Jingshen dare not touch it, not to mention that there are noble people to help."

  The day Fu Rongheng came back coincided with the old man of the Fu family coming back from abroad a few days ago, and they had a long talk all night in the mansion.

   On the first day he came back, the weather was calm but undercurrents were surging.

   Naturally, some people are panicked.

   On the second day, the cold snow had arrived, and the sky and the earth were boundless. Fu Rongheng began to renovate the North City. His methods were ruthless and frightening, and no one would refuse!

   "Fourth Master!"

  A figure hurriedly ran out from the shadows in the corner, and threw itself in front of Fu Rongheng. It was a cold day, but he only wore a cheongsam. He had an exquisite figure, a flat stomach, and a pale face with the thickest makeup on.

   "I have something important to tell you." Tang Hanting was afraid that he would leave, so she finished speaking in one breath.

   "Fu Jingshen wants to escape! I heard his conversation with someone in the study room, the train at nine o'clock tonight!"

   During this period of time, many things happened in Beicheng. For example, Tang Hanting married Fu Jingshen. For example, she gave birth to a premature baby, a boy, who was weak.

  Tang Hanting was not reconciled to the trial of fate. She knew that Chu Jin'an would come back alive, and she was afraid that she would take revenge on herself, and wanted to leave Fu Jingshen, and she would take the blame and make meritorious service.

  Fu Rongheng raised his eyes, his gaze was already chilling to the bone, and his voice was as gentle as the wind in the pine.

   Always out of reach.

   "Since you are his wife, then do your part."

  Tang Hanting didn't expect him to have such an attitude. What do you mean? Meaning she shouldn't have said it? Or shouldn't you be looking for him? I can't figure it out at all.

   "What I said is true! Fourth Master, you must go and catch him! After tonight he fled to other provinces, it will be difficult to deal with Fu Jingshen then."

  Tang Hanting wished that Fu Jingshen would die. After she returned, she immediately packed her luggage and prepared to leave.

   Husband and wife are originally birds in the same forest, and when disaster strikes, they fly separately.

   What's more, what kind of couple are she and him?

   There was the sound of a baby crying beside her ears, Tang Hanting who was crying was upset, she looked at the young and frail baby boy with a gloomy face, and covered her ears.

   "Cry, cry, cry! I know how to cry all day long! What's the use of me giving birth to you?!"

  Tang Hanting is an orphan. She has never been loved since she was a child. She thinks it is a great blessing to have him.

  The baby cried even harder, Tang Hanting ignored it and frantically packed her luggage.

  When she accidentally looked into the mirror, she felt like a lunatic. She was taken aback, and quickly put on lipstick on herself, then smiled and picked up her luggage and walked out, as if she saw a way out.

  The door opens.

  She saw Fu Jingshen's softly smiling face.

   "Where is this going?"

  Fu Jingshen's eyes flicked over her luggage lightly, he pushed her hard into the room, closed the door, and faintly glimpsed a bit of madness on his face.

   "We are going to live and die together..."

"boom!"

   is the sound of luggage hitting the ground.

That night, as the snow fell harder and harder, Fu Jingshen went to the train station through a secret passage, with Tang Hanting still tightly strangled in his hands, escorted by a team of people around him, holding the crying baby boy in his arms, and tightly clutching the baby's chin. Mouth, don't let him make a sound.

  Fu Jingshen has done a lot of evil things in Beicheng, killed so many people, and knows that staying here must be a dead end.

   Those who followed him were mostly abandoned by Fu Jingshen, fearing that Fu Rongheng would notice if there were too many people.

   As long as he is alive, why care about others?

   Arriving at the train station, a smile finally appeared on Fu Jingshen's always gloomy face.

  The surrounding area was desolate and deserted, and there were not many people taking the train tonight. Fu Jingshen got on the train secretly, let out a sigh of relief, and waited for the train to depart.

  The door of the train slowly closed in front of my eyes.

   did not drive away.

  Fu Jingshen's heart skipped a beat. When he felt something was wrong, it was already too late!

   "Sixth Young Master is in such a hurry to leave, where are you going?"

  The black gun was aimed at him.

  All the passengers on the train took off their camouflage, drew their guns in an instant, and the atmosphere was tense!

   Feng Lingzhi took off his hat and said to him.

   This is a game set up for Fu Jingshen, with a net of heaven and earth, and Fu Jingshen is looking for a dead end.

   It's over! It's over!

  Fu Jingshen's eyes were tearing apart, and he looked at Tang Hanting: "You leaked my whereabouts!"

  Tang Hanting sneered, smashed the jar and said, "So what? You should die!"

   "Sixth Young Master thinks highly of Miss Tang too much." Feng Lingzhi was neither serious nor serious.

  Since the day he returned to Beicheng, all of Fu Jingshen's troubles have been in their hands, so there is no need for an informant Tang Hanting.

  In the closed train carriage, two groups of people faced each other, and more than a dozen subordinates protected Fu Jingshen in the middle, drawing their guns as well!

  The baby's crying could not be suppressed, and it became more and more sharp, echoing in everyone's ears.

   "Adjutant Feng." Fu Jing took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "If you let me go today, I will definitely thank you in the future!"

   "Six young masters, let's keep it and tell Lord Yan."

  Fu Jingshen knew that something was wrong: "I want to see the fourth brother! Let the fourth brother come out to see me!"

   "Fourth Master doesn't want to catch up with you."

  The bright lights in the train and the blizzard on the platform are mixed with light and dark, dividing people.

  Fu Jingshen's face was hidden in the shadows, distorted with a sense of cracking. He touched the explosives behind him with one hand, his eyes were red, and he laughed ironically. The laughter echoed in the carriage for a long time.

   "That's right, the fourth brother is so high up, how can he care about the brotherhood, I'm afraid he can't wait to kill me to the bone!"

  Feng Lingzhi's eyes moved slightly, as he was about to say something, the next second, Fu Jingshen pulled the explosives violently and threw them over—

"boom!"

  The sound of explosions continued, the smoke billowed, and the door of the train carriage was blasted open. Fu Jingshen fled out like crazy, resisted stubbornly, and shouted: "Get out!"

   "Chase!" Feng Lingzhi reacted quickly and bent over to avoid it, rushed out, and snapped.

  In the cold and snowy night, the entire train station was strictly guarded and controlled, no entry or exit was allowed. The gunshots broke the silence and shot straight into the sky!

  The two groups continued to exchange fire, and the corpses fell one by one. The sounds of gunfire, wind, and fighting were mixed together, like a dull war drum being beaten hard, deafening.

   "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" Tang Hanting screamed, stepping on high heels and staggering into the distance in the gunpowder smoke, leaving deep and shallow footprints.

   She can't die, she hasn't climbed to the top yet!

  (end of this chapter)