The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me - Chapter 935: Old things in the Republic of China: Even if you are indifferent, you are also romantic 31

Chu Jin’an looked at the calmness and calmness on his face, spoke hoarsely, his eyes were very red, and he still remembered that it was his face that was red at first.

She raised her hand and ruthlessly tore off the earrings on her earlobe. Always wanting to vent something, she gripped so hard that her knuckles turned white, and threw them at him regardless of the pain.

His eyes are deep and deep, without moving, he always stands upright like a winter cypress, and the shadows cast by him are cold.

The pure white crystal earrings were thrown from the hand, and the sharp tip brushed against Fu Rongheng’s deep side face, without warning, a slight deep **** was drawn on his face.

There is a “snap”.

The earrings fell down, stained with blood, and fell to the ground.

When the wind blew, the broken crystal earring rolled and rolled to Chu Jinan’s feet.

On the suddenly quiet street, the voice was crisp and piercing.

After realizing it, Chu Jin’an’s fingers were slightly stiff.

Didn’t expect him to hide.

The man turned his face slightly, with clear and smooth lines, and a bloodstain suddenly appeared three inches below the left eyelid, which contrasted with the light-colored thin mole at the end of the eye, destroying the original coldness that could not be offended.

He lowered his eyelids and didn’t speak.

Unattainable.

The only thing surging in the air was the pungent aura on his body, covering the sky and covering the sky, choking people’s breathing and heartbeat.

Chu Jinan’s throat tightened, and he was ready to get angry.

A man like him has no need to put up with other people’s temper, over and over again.

But unexpectedly.

The cold and steady voice answered her words, the tone was too quiet, which made people feel flustered.

“Well, I’m an asshole.” Fu Rongheng raised his finger to wipe the blood on his face, glanced at his eyes, twirled his fingertips casually, and asked her, “Will you calm down?”

In his memory, he never seemed to be like this.

Chu Jinan slowly took two steps back, “Fourth brother, I want to be alone for a while.”

After she finished speaking, she seemed to be escaping from something, away from such a thick and uneasy atmosphere, but she didn’t know where to go, she just walked forward step by step along the street.

Liang Shangjun happened to see this scene across the road. Behind him was the eternal splendor of the night. He was dressed casually in a suit. After a brief surprise, his eyes were covered with a smile.

Can’t help but sigh.

Si Ye, you also have today.

The person on the opposite side seems to have noticed something, so look over.

Across the empty and deserted street, half of the man’s tall and straight figure fell into the shadow of the backlight. With the injury on his face, his eyes fell on Liang Shangjun.

Four eyes face each other.

Liang Shangjun smiled and mouthed to him: “Ah Heng.”

Behind Fu Rongheng was a large expanse of deep and surging night, with a calm and gloomy expression, he raised one hand to button the button of his military uniform shirt, exerting force on his wrist, and his movements were not hurried.

Because of leaving the banquet, the aftertaste of drunken indulgence also adds ruthlessness.

He didn’t say a single word, but it was frightening.

The smile on Liang Shangjun’s face faded, and he restrained himself.

He felt the cold anger from Fu Rongheng, that kind of coldness, for a superior, overwhelming.

Really angry.

For a woman?

Incredible.

The other party probably didn’t intend to argue with him now, after buttoning the two poor and cold buttons, he banned something more, and walked straight indifferently towards the direction where Chu Jin’an left.

Liang Shangjun turned his head and saw the jacaranda behind him, he whispered: “Fourth Master seems to be ruthless, but he is always romantic.”

Fu Rongheng’s coolness lies in his indifference, that kind of extreme coldness that chills people’s hearts, and then indulges, who can refuse?

“Little Huaying, Fourth Master saved your life eight years ago. When he raised you, he did it for your father’s sake. The only requirement is to do what you should do, huh?”

Sometimes, I really envy others who are so well protected by him, clean and innocent. Lose your temper with him unscrupulously, even if you hurt him, you won’t get angry.

The other party didn’t even glance at her just now, even though she was right next to Liang Shangjun, Huaying thought quietly, not surprised by honor or disgrace, lowering her eyes and smiling slightly.

“I owe something to the fourth master, and I will never repay it in my life. I am willing to use my life to help the king. Mr. Liang is also very kind to me, and Huaying is very grateful.”

Aside from being gentle and obedient in front of Fu Rongheng, she kept her needles hidden in her eyes at other times, raised her eyes, and said to Liang Shangjun.

“It’s just that Mr. Liang deliberately provoked Si Ye today, and Hua Ying couldn’t understand it. You clearly know that Si Ye has been playing this game of chess for eight years. At this time, you shouldn’t be in love with your children.”

“Are you blaming me?” Liang Shangjun said casually.

“Hua Ying, when will I be able to control your fourth master’s temper. The chess game is in his hands, and he has the final say on how he wants to go. You and I are nothing.”

Liang Shangjun looked at her eyebrows and eyes, and saw through her the scenes of eight years ago.

will save everything that happens.

Blood, repression, hatred, derived guilt, stretches like a forest of bones.

Few people know that Liang Shangjun abandoned the army to become a doctor. The people he couldn’t save at the beginning, watched the regret of dying. In the long years to come, he never wanted to see it again.

Will be strong, if he doesn’t fight, he will be hard-pressed.

Not to mention life and death to seize Fu Siye.

It’s just—because it’s so profound to have tasted regret, so he doesn’t want Ah Heng to test the poison himself.

Thinking of the past, Liang Shangjun’s heart stopped. He drove back to the hospital, changed the night shift with someone, and took off the suit and shirt stained with tobacco and alcohol in the locker room. He moved slowly and loosely untied the belt .

The pale incandescent lamp was directly turned on, and he was standing sideways in front of the window, with his upper body naked, the light outlined a thin and powerful muscle outline, but his face was different from the demeanor of the day, without any sharp expression.

was soon covered by a white coat.

It is Dr. Liang who is passionate and ascetic again.

Liang Shangjun walked all the way to the office, **** the pocket of the white coat, looking sideways, he inadvertently saw the person coming out of the obstetrics and gynecology department, the cheongsam and figure were recognizable.

“Tang Hanting.”

The voice that overflowed from his lips and teeth was thoughtful, Liang Shangjun looked away and bumped into a patient.

The patient was in his early thirties, leaning on crutches, with one foot wrapped in gauze, looking disabled, staring straight at Tang Hanting’s direction, regained consciousness, and hurriedly apologized to Liang Shangjun.

“Sorry, Dr. Liang.”

“Do you need me to help you?”

“No, no, I have something to do—” the patient waved his hands excitedly, and limped towards the gynecology department.

An orthopedic patient, going to the gynecology department?

Liang Shangjun frowned, too lazy to care.

The incandescent lamp is dazzling, cutting everything cruelly and putting it on the bright side.

Tang Hanting held the report sheet in her hand and put her hand on her lower abdomen, her face was extremely ugly.

how so!

It’s over! It’s all over! What would happen to her career if it was revealed that she was pregnant out of wedlock? !

Tang Hanting’s first reaction was that Fu Jingshen must not know.

She gritted her teeth in hatred, thinking that this child must be abolished, but in the blink of an eye, something flashed in her head.

Mother is more expensive than child.

But this is Fu Jingshen’s child, not Fu Siye’s, so what’s the use? !

Tang Hanting was depressed, put on her sunglasses and hat, walked out in a secretive way, and passed a patient.

The man’s peripheral vision fell on the report card she was holding.