MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 915 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if you are indifferent, you are also romantic 11

  Chu Jin'an compared a number.

   “For a long time, we have definitely developed our own technology, but now, these devices just provide protection for scarce medical resources.”

  Fu Rongheng didn't speak, tapped his phalanges lightly, as if he was contemplating and judging, there was a shallow crease between his brows because of frowning for many years, which made people feel pressure unconsciously when he was serious.

  Chu Jin'an waited patiently for his silence, his eyes fell on Fu Rongheng's hands, and his movements could touch her heart.

   Until Fu Rongheng spoke.

   "How long will it take to quickly form a group of professional field medical teams?"

  Some thoughts, self-evident, coincidentally, Chu Jin'an knew what Fu Rongheng wanted, and she herself had the same intention, so she answered fluently.

   "I know some friends who are engaged in medical work, and they are willing to participate in this project. Cooperating with the military, a group of medical teams that can go directly to the battlefield can be formed within three months."

  This is just a general idea. In actual practice, various problems will still be encountered, but it is indeed urgently needed at present.

   "One month."

  Fu Rongheng said in Chu Jinan's astonished eyes: "Can it be done?"

   Either time or his request.

  Too harsh.

  Chu Jin'an: "You can try your best."

   "What I want is not how hard you work, but the result." Fu Rongheng said, "One month at the latest."

   is his minimum standard.

   "It can be done." Chu Jin'an said seriously.

   However, Chu Jin'an still has some doubts: "Why is it so urgent, does the team need to do something first?"

   "Duty." Fu Rongheng looked at her and only said two words.

   There are some things that you don’t need to ask, you just need to obey. She still doesn’t understand. Fu Rongheng then raised several key questions, and Chu Jin'an explained them one by one, talking eloquently.

  The study room is huge, but not empty. Military affairs and books are clearly listed, and the voice in it is extremely clear.

  The faintly sinking sun cast the shadows of the two people on the ground, gradually separating and overlapping.

   Among them, the shadow of the girl is vivid, while the latter is as stable as Mount Tai.

   Unknowingly, it was getting late and the cold wind was blowing. Chu Jinan told Fu Rongheng that his mouth was dry, and when he remembered looking for water to drink, he saw the darkness covering the world outside the window.

  Talking about business with him was a lot of pressure, frowning easily made people frightened, thinking about what he said was wrong, and he didn't open the net because of Chu Jin'an at all.

  In private affairs, he sometimes pampers her, but in official affairs, the strict system will never allow her to mess around, and she will be punished if there is a problem.

  Chu Jin'an didn't know how those lieutenants spent their time under Fu Rongheng's command. He could only say that he knew how to employ people, and he was even better at controlling them.

  Fu Rongheng arranged neatly and issued an order. His timeless profile was reflected in the dark sky: "The funds will be transferred from public funds. If there is no problem, it will be remitted to the hospital account tomorrow night."

   “Get the project lead to meet me, as soon as possible.”

   "Isn't she here?" Chu Jin'an said.

  Fu Rongheng paused slightly.

  Chu Jin'an stood up and stretched out his hand to Fu Rongheng, with a calm expression and clear words.

   "Hello, officer, I am the full charge of field medical treatment!"

  Her eyes were shining.

  Fu Rongheng paused for two seconds, and his voice was incomprehensibly cold: "Are you going to the battlefield?"

  Chu Jinan met his eyes.

  He has always been deep and quiet, with that sense of tranquility that cannot be dispelled by the drunkenness of the flowers in the hall, and he will follow him step by step until he is gone.

  The sense of story is deep and strong.

  Just why, the old phonograph keeps working, and with the gentle music of Yuguangqu, it casts a tragic color on everything?

  His attitude seems a little different from what he imagined. Very strange.

  Chu Jin'an was not sure, and didn't know what he was thinking, so when he thought of giving Fu Rongheng a surprise, he deliberately explained.

   "No, I'm just responsible for cultivating this team. I have other things to do in North City."

   A short silence.

  Fu Rongheng looked at her face, and suddenly remembered the last sentence she said by the lakeside last time when she grabbed his cuff.

  Whether there is a touch, only the people in the play know, and the outsiders don't know.

  After a long while, Fourth Master Fu's expression paled, and he reached out his hand to her.

  The phalanges are long and ridged.

  Chu Jin'an thought, with his appearance, clear and deceptive, even if he doesn't live in a high place in the deep cold, he can still be romantic in the world.

  She approached with some doubts, her heart inexplicably grabbed a beat, and she felt an uncontrollable desire to move, as if the water was about to overflow, and she wanted to do something and get closer.

  Perhaps it was his peace that gave her the courage to go further, Chu Jin'an made an unexpected move, gently put his chin on his hand, and looked up at him.

"What's wrong?"

  The girl has the softness and subtlety unique to the oriental face. She raised her head and stretched her neck to be more slender. The looming collarbone under the white shirt was exquisite.

  The shirt was very similar to Fu Rongheng's military uniform, with a double image of white color, and the shadows outside the window were sparse and hazy.

  But Chu Jin'an always felt that he wore a white shirt with a texture of muscles and bones, which was very different from others.

  The kind of cold and straight, dignified, and light, too indescribable, but intoxicating.

  The wind rustled through the treetops, brushing the tassels on his military uniform.

  A few strands of long black hair were scattered in Fu Rongheng's palm, waiting to be picked by you.

  Her eyes are like the surface of a lake in spring, soft and vivid, clean and clear.

  Fu Rongheng lowered his eyes, staring at her, his cold brow bones relaxed a little, his long eyelashes cast a light shadow on the eyelids, hiding the fickle mole at the end of his eyes.

   This is a distance with great control and a sense of overlooking.

   He could even see the tiny, moist fluff on her face, like the plain white dandelion fluff in spring, so that he had a subtle feeling.

   "Fourth brother?" Chu Jin'an asked after he hadn't moved for a long time.

  The next second, the hand was pulled away from her chin, and the cool white shirt cuff inadvertently brushed the tip of her nose, and finally the palm was placed on her head.

   Kneaded vigorously twice.

   Like when she was a child, she played with the boy countless times, and the other party stretched out his hand from the ordnance and rubbed her head indiscriminately.

  The movements are green until peaceful.

  Chu Jinan was stunned, and the tip of his nose moved slightly. At that moment, he smelled the faint cedar fragrance on his body, which was cool and pleasant, and smelled the smell of years.

"you're good."

  The deep voice fell, accompanied by chest vibration.

   Fourth Master Fu never praised others easily, at least the number of times Chu Jinan has been praised by him is very few in the past ten years.

  Chu Jinan came to his senses and smiled sullenly, his cheeks were soft and rosy, like flower buds blooming in early spring.

   "Thank you fourth brother!"

  She looked at him with fiery eyes.

   Fu Rongheng suddenly felt that the fingertips that touched her were hot, and the strange temperature spread from the blood vessels to the heart.

  He paused for a moment, then withdrew his hand, and the trace of warmth was also removed, and he returned to his indifferent appearance.

   "How old are you, why are you acting so coquettish?"