The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me - Chapter 932: Old things in the Republic of China: Even if you are indifferent, you are also romantic 28

Chapter 932 Old things of the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 28

The two Pingcheng officials who were talking next to Fu Rongheng just now were shocked at the moment, and then recalled what they had said before, their faces were ashen, and they added tremblingly exaggeratedly.

“…I must have been blind just now, how could Ms. Chu be a good match for that person?”

“Yeah, even if the world falls apart, they won’t be together!”

Fu Rongheng didn’t react at all, he didn’t take these words to heart at all, in the silence of the room, he drank two glasses of wine, he got up and said goodbye, nodded, refused to be sent, and went straight out

didn’t look at Chu Jin’an again.

The pace is always steady.

Throughout the banquet, it was not until Fu Rongheng left the table that voices were heard one after another.

Chu Jinan watched him walk away from the corner of his eye, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his heartbeat weakened, his slender white fingers slowly clenched the hem of the long black dress, and suddenly – ran out!

At the same time, Xiyu Street.

One hundred meters to the east, a black car was parked, shrouded in the night, and a cold conspiracy was brewing.

Fu Jingshen waited in the car until he saw a figure coming out of the gate of the house, and then he got out of the car, loudly.

“Adjutant Feng!”

The man in his thirties stopped and looked at him. His temples were short and his hair was gray, his weathered and lonely shadow was cold, and his eyes were like falcons. “Is there something wrong with Liu Shao?”

“There were many incomprehensions in the past, but I did not do it unintentionally. I also hope that Adjutant Feng will not see outsiders.”

As soon as he saw Feng Lingzhi, Fu Jingshen thought of how he pointed a gun at him in the study a few months ago, hating him deeply in his heart, but smiling softly and kindly on his face.

“My family has three thousand fine wines, and I hope Adjutant Feng will give me a chance to apologize.”

“No need, Feng has something else to do!” Feng Lingzhi walked forward unmoved.

Fu Jingshen stopped him and lowered his voice.

“Adjutant Feng is brave and good at fighting. I appreciate your ability. If you are willing to do things with me, gold, beauty, power, what Fu Rongheng can give you, I can still give you.”

Feng Lingzhi narrowed his eyes, with a resolute and disdainful tone, and passed him: “Fu Liushao, go dreaming!”

Being refuted one after another, Fu Jingshen couldn’t hold back his face, and thinking of Tang Hanting who had sworn to disobey him to the death, felt even more vicious and annoyed.

He looked at Feng Lingzhi’s leaving back, sneered, and said loudly: “Fu Rongheng just treats you as a heartfelt dog, do you really regard yourself as a person?!”

Feng Lingzhi paused.

Fu Jingshen continued, his voice echoed on the long street, the trick of sowing discord has been immortal since ancient times.

“Who doesn’t know that the fourth master of the Fu family is suspicious by nature, cold and cruel, and when he becomes famous, it’s your time of death!”

Late at night.

Everything is silent, and the moon rises to the sky.

Thanks to the vanity, away from the hustle and bustle, the scenery outside is the most secluded, the moonlight shines through the gaps of the plane trees, and the shadows are mottled on the ground.

The night wind was cool, with a hint of chill in it, as if suddenly returning to that winter that had never been seen before.

“Fu Rongheng!”

The shadows on the ground, one behind the other, are far away.

She didn’t care, looked at the back figure striding away in front of her, and called his name, the tone of her voice pierced the quiet night.

But he didn’t stop, didn’t even pause, and continued to move forward.

Moonlight passed through the treetops, and his shoulders were covered with pure light. He was covered in black, getting farther and farther away, and outlined a deep outline.

Chu Jin’an didn’t move, stared at him, and paused every word: “Fourth brother.”

Long and silent confrontation.

Did the person in front stop, turn around, and his straight figure fell into the shadowy fog of lights, with deep silhouettes and thick shadows, three points into the painting.

At this moment, she was standing under the streetlight and watching her silently, far away, seemingly careless for no reason.

Chu Jin’an couldn’t see his eyes clearly, but she also knew that he was looking at her.

She straightened her skirt, like a lazy and beautiful black swan, walked towards Fu Rongheng step by step, met his gaze, and asked, “What are you angry about?”

Fu Rongheng looked at her, but was not in a hurry to speak.

The wind is surging, and it is difficult to understand in the long night.

“Fourth master!”

An abrupt voice broke the atmosphere between the two of them.

Ling Ding’s slender figure walked quickly, under the moonlight, with high bun, vermilion lips and jade face, three thousand black silk like ink, and hibiscus coming out of clear water.

She looked up at Fu Rongheng with eyes like water, and said in a slightly anxious voice, “I have something to tell you…”

Chu Jin’an showed a sarcasm and a clear smile. He had already anticipated what would happen next, and he had no interest in staying any longer.

“Since that’s the case, I won’t bother the fourth brother’s night party beauty.”

She walked forward, but without warning, someone grabbed her wrist, and pulled it back lightly!

The bones of the fingers covered by the wrist bones are very hard, with sharp lines, and the temperature is cold. Chu Jin’an felt a little painful when pinched, so he couldn’t help frowning, listening to him calmly.

“We’ll talk about it another day.”

Jacaranda showed astonishment in her eyes, as if she couldn’t believe that he would make this decision.

“Fourth Master…”

As soon as the words came out, Fu Rongheng raised his eyelids and glanced at her.

That glance stopped Jacaranda’s beating heart.

She crossed the line.

Night sky, street lights, streets.

There are only two people left, standing opposite each other.

The two shadows were blown far and near by the wind.

“Did you touch her?” Chu Jin’an looked at Hua Ying’s leaving back, then moved to the man’s cold eyebrows, and asked abruptly.

This sentence is too blunt and abrupt, and everyone understands the meaning behind it.

Fu Rongheng’s eyes were slightly condensed, looking at her, a thin layer of cold and gloomy ice formed, naturally strong and inviolable: “Say it again.”

There was no emotion in his voice, but Chu Jin’an felt that he was angry. Moreover, after many years of acquaintance, this time, he seemed to be very angry.

The man’s eyes were pressed down, and Chu Jin’an felt his back weighed a thousand catties. He was obviously a little scared, but he was not to be outdone, he raised his chin under the streetlight, his lines were thin and stubborn, and deliberately provoked him: “How many times have you touched her? ”

The atmosphere is deathly silent.

Never been so cold.

The dim light of the street lamps could not dispel the chill around him. There were only two colors on his body. The military uniform was solemn black, and the shirt was lonely white. They propped up a decent but thin body, and he was born noble and aloof.

Two buttons of the shirt were casually unbuttoned, exposing half of the collarbone, extremely aggressive, when looking down at people, just like that, indifferent and romantic.

Four eyes face each other.

Fu Rongheng slightly opened his thin lips, and slowly uttered a sentence: “I can’t remember.”

Chu Jinan’s complexion suddenly changed, his eyes were red, he was stunned, and pushed him away: “Get out!”

She walked far away, but was imprisoned with one hand and thrown in front of her.

“I thought you understood me.” Fu Rongheng clasped her wrist firmly, his voice was slightly tired and hoarse, and brushed his ears, “Chu Jin’an.”

At least when she asked this sentence, Fu Rongheng was indeed, a little surprised.

Chu Jin’an struggled to break away from his hand, and his palm was sticky, which formed a great contrast with his cold body temperature.

(end of this chapter)