MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 907 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if you are indifferent, you are also romantic 3

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  The man gave birth to the deepest pair of eyes, with a sentimental face and heroic eyebrows. Under the sunlight, those eyes did not fall into a trace of temperature, but they actually revealed the cruelty and cruelty of the ancient emperor's autocracy.

  Looked at her for two seconds.

  Chu Jin'an's heart was beating violently, and she could not dodge or dodge, and the petals of a magnolia flower that came from nowhere fell at her feet.

  No matter how many years have passed, Chu Jin'an still remembers the first time she met Fourth Master Fu four years after she went abroad.

  He was so vivid that he wanted to make people cry.

  No matter how sad the past was and how bumpy the road ahead was, the moment she saw him, she felt an unprecedented sense of peace of mind, which gave her infinite strength.

   But during this unknown exchange of glances on the pier, Fu Rongheng's expression was too dull, and within two seconds, he withdrew his gaze.

  No one knew about this old friend drama, and it held a certain place in his heart.

  He strode forward, not toward her.

   "Fourth Lord."

   Lieutenant General Feng Lingzhi's respectful Shen Sheng was in his early thirties, but his temples were weathered white, his face was rough, and his eyes were firm.

  Fu Rongheng stopped in front of the man who was crushed on the ground, looked down at him, and said in a low voice, "Where are you?"

   "Four boxes were seized, and the rest are still under investigation." Feng Lingzhi reported.

  The man who was arrested looked at Fu Rongheng bitterly, and gave him a heavy pooh, showing a mouthful of **** teeth: "If you want to know where the goods are, go dreaming!"

  Fu Rongheng didn't even move his eyelashes, he leaned over, the black gun pressed against his shoulder, and his slender fingers pulled the trigger without warning!

  Cold-blooded and sharp, with a bang, the bullet pierced the shoulder blade, and the man screamed in pain.

   "Before smuggling arms, first ask whose territory this is."

  The calm voice fell, with a strong sense of oppression from the superior, which made people tremble.

  Fu Rongheng straightened up condescendingly, and said to Feng Lingzhi, "Take him down for interrogation."

  The scene has been completely brought under control, and the goods are being confiscated, and the goods are being seized. Everyone can't help but look in the direction of the center, with reverence and fear in their eyes.

When Fu Rongheng looked forward, he could just see the corner of a red dress against the azure sea and sky, slim and strange, the brightness in his memory fell into the dark eyes, as if he had jumped into the abyss of eternal doom, his eyelashes stretched faintly It is difficult to understand the meaning of the shadow.

   "Beixing Street." Blood dripped from the hand holding the gun, and he spat lightly on his thin lips, "Let's go."

   "Fourth Master, your injury..." Feng Lingzhi whispered.

   "Not in the way."

  Chu Jin'an looked at Fu Rongheng, and didn't disturb their work. The man kept his face sideways, and didn't raise his head to look in her direction again.

  Chu Jin'an pursed the corners of her lower lip, getting used to his temperament, and before she went abroad, the two of them had a bad quarrel.

  Four years ago, Chu Jin'an asked Fu Rongheng to go abroad with her. Firstly, he didn't want to spend four years abroad alone. He didn't know the place well, and communication was inconvenient. He had to be separated from Fu Rongheng for such a long time.

  Secondly, I also have selfishness towards him, and I don't want him to stay in troubled times and bones all day long.

   But the latter didn't agree, even though Chu Jin'an tried his best to beg, in the end, the other party just said something lightly, asking her, when will the trouble continue?

  In this regard, Chu Jin'an has indeed been pampered by Fourth Master Fu's private silence for more than 20 years.

   In a fit of anger, he put down his cruel words, and said to Fu Rongheng, please forgive your Zhongji, and don't see me!

   Afterwards, he left the country without saying a word, and he left for four years.

  In four years, he didn't write a letter to her, and almost lost contact.

   Displeased or simply don't care.

  Chu Jin'an didn't know, and he didn't dare to bet that it was the former.

  His coldness is unbearable.

  Over there, the guard followed Fu Rongheng to stride away from the pier. He walked in the front with an unfathomable face, just passing in the direction of Chu Jinan.

  Chu Jinan saw the figure of the man getting closer and closer, and the badge on the military uniform came into his eyes more and more clearly.

  His pace is fast, consistent and steady, without any pause.

  She lowered her eyelashes, and the moment Fu Rongheng passed by her, she called out.

   "Fourth brother."

   A long-lost title.

  The voice is clean and melodious, just like my daughter's.

   This sound seemed abrupt in the quiet and tidy pier.

  The head of the group paused slightly, stopped, and hummed indifferently.

  Hearing his voice, Chu Jin'an's heart trembled slightly, he raised his head, and met Fu Rongheng's dark eyes.

  Following Fu Rongheng's pause, the guards also stopped, their eyes involuntarily looking at Chu Jin'an.

  Chu Jinan felt the chill behind his back, licked his magnificent and slender lips uncomfortably, straightened his back, looked at his thick outline closely, and wanted to say something.

He should be busy with military affairs, and he has no mood to reminisce about the old days. He is tall and straight. Even if he looks sideways at her, he will always look calm and breezy, blocking a large area of ​​light, and ordering in a low voice: "Let the guards take you back."

  The tone is neither cold nor familiar, but reveals a trace of carelessness.

  Chu Jin'an was slightly taken aback, and agreed.

  Fu Rongheng turned his gaze to look at the person beside Chu Jin'an, his face was unhappily, and he nodded slightly.

  Liang Shangjun nodded at him, hiding all the complexities in his eyes, without the red tape of a scholar, as if saying, long time no see.

  Chu Jinan was so focused on Fu Rongheng that he didn't notice the familiar interaction between the two.

   When he came back to his senses, Fu Rongheng had already left, and a group of guards followed behind him, with aura, means, and power.

  The back is against the light, revealing a sense of story that is difficult to explore.

His indifference, deep down, is not enough to describe it with the word loneliness, but it is the deep eternal silence of mountains and rivers, which has fallen on the brows for years, can't read, can't see through, it is more touching, wanting to be close to him, See clearly the coldness behind that imperial scene.

   There is still a strong smell of blood in the air, covering up the fragrance of magnolia flowers. Everything just now seems to be just a dream.

  Liang Shangjun: "You call him fourth brother?"

  Chu Jin'an couldn't tell her relationship with Fu Rongheng for a while. They had an engagement at home when they were young, but it was only verbal. So many years have passed, and they probably don't count it long ago.

   "Old friend." Chu Jin'an said.

  Liang Shangjun said meaningfully: "What a coincidence."

  Chu Jin'an: "Thank you just now."

   "It's hard for me to walk together all the way, if you tell me to ignore your safety." Liang Shangjun didn't make her feel burdened.

   "Miss Chu." A guard with a cold face stayed where he was, and stated, "Get in the car."

  Chu Jin'an nodded, with a dignified and flamboyant demeanor, and said goodbye to Liang Shangjun.

  Liang Shangjun paused for a moment on the guard: "Okay, goodbye. Be careful on the road."

  He watched Chu Jinan leave in the special car of the Commander's Mansion, and sighed in his heart when he saw the blood stains on the pier.

  Eight years, Rong Heng.

  But there are some things that haven't passed yet.

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