MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 910 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if you are indifferent, you are also romantic 6

  Two days later, it will be cloudy and rainy. It is rainy in March in Beicheng, and the air is humid, reflecting the sky blue.

   Fortunately, when Chu Jinan went out, the rain stopped and it was cloudy.

  She picked up the broken gramophone two days ago to repair it, and she wants to get it today, but unfortunately when it arrived, the master said that she had tried her best and couldn't repair it.

   This small shop is by the lake, remote and quiet.

  Chu Jin'an remembered such a place as Fu Rongheng.

  Thinking of this, Chu Jinan sighed, and strolled on the path by the lake, surrounded by birch forests, and there was a crocodile pond nearby.

  Raised by Master Fu.

  His vision is tricky and fastidious.

  Chu Jin'an wore a retro dress today, and because it was cold, he put on a coat, which was delicate and warm, and it was simple yet majestic in this weather.

She hadn't thought about how to see Fu Rongheng. Thinking about going abroad four years ago, and the reunion on the pier, Chu Jin'an was quite depressed by his indifferent look. She frowned, stepped on the fallen birch leaves on the ground with her high heels, But it stopped without warning in the next second.

   Cloudy, after rain, cloudy.

  By the lake, leaning on a railing, the figure is tall and tall.

  The sense of atmosphere is clear and cold, and it penetrates into the bones.

  On the other side of the lake, the man was not wearing a military uniform today, only a casual white shirt with the cuffs folded up twice, exposing his bony wrists, hanging on the railing, carelessly feeding the crocodiles in the lake.

  A guard stood behind him, carrying fish food—whether it was live fish, or the kind that was hard to find outside.

   Just like that, he threw him into the lake, and it didn't hurt at all.

  Feeding the crocodiles in such a casual way is somewhat romantic in leisure time.

   Big fish eat small fish, life or death, this set of survival rules is very suitable for a person in his position.

  Chu Jin'an stopped in his tracks and looked at him from a distance. He didn't expect to meet Fu Rongheng here, which caught her off guard.

  Thinking about it, it feels normal. After all, when he was young, Fu Rongheng often stayed by the lake alone, feeding the fish.

  He only raises those that are not easy to die, such as crocodiles, which are easy for him to feed.

  It was far away, the man didn't look up, and he didn't see her.

  Chu Jin'an was a little nervous, but she was not a deserter. After realizing it, she snorted softly and walked straight forward.

  The retro high-heeled shoes step on the thick shade of the birch forest, and the cool wind blows through the elegant woolen coat. Some wrinkles spread out as you walk, and the smooth texture is like the slight ripples of lake water.

   Haven't seen each other for such a long time, if Fu Rongheng dares to forget her, even if she dies, she will cry every night beside Fu Rongheng's pillow!

  Of course, as soon as such an airy thought came out, it turned into a warm and clean voice.

   "Fourth brother."

  The place is remote, there are no people, and it is very empty.

  Chu Jin An stood tall and graceful behind the man, not three steps away, cleared his throat, and called for someone, who is to blame? Blame him for being too oppressive.

  The guard saw Chu Jin'an, recognized him, and subconsciously looked at Fu Rongheng.

  Fu Rongheng just threw fish food into the lake, disturbing the calm lake water.

  The crocodiles in the lake are scrambling for food. Their bodies are at least five meters long. They swing powerfully and open their mouths to swallow the food!

  The water surface of the crocodile pool gradually became bloody, as the water surged.

  The surface of the water is brutal and bloody, and the competition rules of the jungle make people uncomfortable.

  He was in a slump, without any waves, and even leaned on the railing at will, the wind lingered around his shirt, and the whiteness was not warm, but became more indifferent and restrained, sinking to the bone.

   It wasn't until he heard the soft and pleasant voice behind him that Fu Rongheng lowered his eyebrows, the brows were sharp and deep, and he turned around slowly.

   His dark eyes saw Chu Jin'an.

  A brief eye contact.

   How many stories and pens and inks should be used, on stage and off stage, to tell the acquaintance of the long years.

  The spring is deep, and the half-time show is not fully enjoyed.

  The wind messed up Chu Jin'an's hair, and also swayed the warm and heavy coat. The color was warm, and it complemented her. Her skin was fair, noble and attractive.

  Fu Rongheng looked at her twice, then narrowed his eyes: "Why are you here?"

  The voice is low, cold, and as white as snow between pines.

  His attitude is neither unfamiliar nor alienated, and he is a decent bone raised by the rich and powerful.

  Chu Jin'an regained some of his previous feelings, and felt that his city has become more and more deep in the past few years. I don't know if it is the former Fourth Master Fu.

   "I came to repair the phonograph, and I just saw you." Chu Jin'an said, generously.

  Fu Rongheng nodded, and didn't ask any more questions. Behind him was a vast expanse of spring scenery, and the sky was blue after the rain, which polished his outline just right, but couldn't hide his dullness.

   Getting along with him is like drinking a glass of ice and spirits. Sometimes, it is so strong but cold that people love it.

   Seeing Fu Rongheng's silent attitude, the guard walked away with a wink.

   "Master said—" Chu Jin'an's heartbeat was a little flustered when he watched him. Seeing that the guard was about to leave, he thought that Fu Rongheng had something to do to leave. He spoke before his consciousness, and his voice was clear and clear, resounding in the silent birch forest.

"Um?"

  He cast his gaze over.

  Chu Jin'an's heartbeat slowed down for two seconds, realizing that it wasn't Fu Rongheng who was going to leave, and her ears were a little hot. Fortunately, the wind gave her a face and blew away the heat from her face.

  She wanted to ask him how he was doing recently, or to say that he hadn't seen him for a long time, but her thoughts fluttered with her heartbeat, and she felt that none of the words were good, and disappeared between her lips and teeth.

  Finally, I cleared my throat and told him, with a little unhappy complaint, and the casual anger of my daughter's family.

   "The maintenance master said that the phonograph is old and badly damaged. The repair time is too late, and it may not be repaired."

  Chu Jin'an doesn't care about the unfamiliarity of the newly met, or whether the words are suitable or not, he always has nothing to say.

  The pearl earrings on her earlobe are very white, elegant, and extravagant, but they can't suppress the rouge color at the base of her ears.

  Fu Rongheng said calmly: "Buy another one."

   "I'm used to it, I want this, but unfortunately I forgot to send it for repair before going abroad."

  Chu Jinan returned to him, under the long eyelashes of crow feathers, bright eyes mixed with a bit of stubbornness, a bit of regret.

  The clouds on the horizon move slowly, all hidden in the soft spring scenery.

  She offered to go abroad.

  Fu Rongheng didn't answer, and calmly buttoned the loose shirt cuff buttons with one hand, his wrist bones were hard and ribbed.

  After it was deducted, he said: "Bring it here and let Zhou Ke take a look."

  Zhou Ke, the guard just now, was also the one who sent Chu Jinan back to the mansion two days ago. He is good at messing with these things in private.

Chu Jin'an lowered her eyes, her slender and curly eyelashes were like crow feathers, hanging under her delicate eyelids, her hair brushed against Qiong's nose, which was a bit gentle, she looked at Fu Rongheng's movements, and somehow sensed a strong sense of abstinence , banned until death.

   "Okay." When Chu Jin'an told him, he felt that he always had a way, and his mood was much lighter. After agreeing, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he asked him again, "Would you like to go?"

  He looks at her, but doesn't speak.

  Chu Jinan's heart skipped a beat, only the thud she heard.