MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 923 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if you are indifferent, you are also romantic19

  Chapter 923 Old things of the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 19

   As for how cruel the solution is, there is no need to say more.

  Fu Jingshen sat down drinking, with a look of greed for pleasure, listening to them talking, the movement of drinking stopped imperceptibly, and the murderous intent flashed in his eyes, hidden in the superficial surface.

   I thought to myself, is Fu Zhenshan really confused?

  How many times he took eye drops, but he didn't see Fu Zhenshan acting in fear of Fu Rongheng.

   "Dad, I heard that you like listening to music recently, so I specially found someone here!"

   Fu Jingshen wanted to please Fu Zhenshan, so he stood up, said loudly, clapped his hands, and led Tang Hanting in.

  The toasts are intertwined, and the family banquet is prosperous.

   Tang Hanting sang late into the night on stage with a hoarse voice. Bright eyes are good at looking, but he didn't win a look from the person he was thinking of.

  Beauty blooms in Fu Jingshen's heart, Tang Hanting's expression is indifferent, even if he is ruthless, he is touching!

  It was very late at night, Fu Rongheng was in a slump, and left the banquet early, his brows and eyes were a little drunk from wine, he tore off two shirt buttons with one hand, and walked outside.

  The guard followed behind him, whispering: "Fourth Master, your military uniform is still in Miss Chu's hands."

   "Give it to her first." Fu Rongheng's face remained unchanged.

   he said, his voice was sparse and weak.

   "You can pick it up tomorrow."

   Later, someone called Fu Rongheng to stop.

   "Fourth Master, the master is looking for you to discuss important matters."

   On the other side, Tang Hanting's coveted plan failed. After the family banquet, she changed her costume in the guest room, took a shower and changed her clothes.

   Time was running out, so Tang Hanting bought a servant of the old house with a golden hairpin: "As long as you bring Mr. Fu into this room, the rest of the rewards are easy to talk about."

  The servant was dazzled by the wealth, hurriedly nodded in agreement, and walked out, but because he was too nervous, he bumped into someone accidentally.

   "Don't you have eyes!"

   A gloomy voice sounded.

   The servant panicked in fright, and the hairpin hidden in her sleeve fell to the ground. Seeing Fu Jingshen's charming face, she knelt down on the ground with weak legs, and hurried to pick up the hairpin.

   "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Liu Shao, I didn't mean to..."

   "Wait a minute." Fu Jingshen felt frustrated at the old thing, squinted his eyes, and recognized the hairpin on the ground, his tone became more and more strange, "Where did this hairpin come from?"

  In the guest room, behind the screen, it was steaming.

  Tang Hanting took off her clothes one by one in front of the mirror, stepped into the bathtub, smiling with her red lips, imagining the scene where Fu Rongheng would push the door in while the mist rose.

  As long as Fu Rongheng comes, she will naturally have a way to keep him.

   With a "creak—" the night wind blew, and the door was pushed open. Tang Hanting saw the slanted shadow of the man through the screen.

  Her cheeks were slightly red, and she said, "Fourth Master!"

  The night undulates into the distance, another scene.

  In the veranda, the girl's profile is mottled under the moonlight.

   "I'm safe today?" Mother Fu said in surprise, "Why are you here?"

  Chu Jin'an got out of the car and went straight to Fu's old house. She changed into a long skirt again, and added a plaid coat. She wore a black military uniform in the crook of her arm, and said to Fu's mother.

   "The fourth brother left the military uniform with me, I will send it to him."

  Mother Fu was stunned for a moment, her eyes were ambiguous, and she had an expression that I understood: "He just came back from Pingcheng today, and I heard that someone in Pingcheng was in collusion with Huiqin, and it's settled now, so I'm going to find you."

  Chu Jinan frowned: "I didn't hear him say to go to Pingcheng.

   "It may be that the operation is kept secret. He is so busy that he can't see the end. I didn't know until I saw him come back today."

  Mother Fu sighed, "It's not a peaceful day, I don't know if it will..."

   When the time comes, the people will be in dire straits, who would think so.

  Chu Jin’an heard from his father: "There is too much chaos in Huipan, and the internal fighting is not settled yet, so you want to fight outside?"

   "Who knows." Fu's mother deliberately matched the two, so she said: "Rong Heng and his father are discussing business in the study, you go and bring them a bowl of mung bean soup to soothe the nerves, the small kitchen is already cooked."

  Chu Jin'an didn't care what Fu's mother misunderstood, nodded, and went to the study, passing through lush trees, incense pavilions, nine-curved corridors, and vermilion columns standing in the middle of the night, adding a century-old charm.

  While passing by a certain room, there seemed to be some strange movements coming from it, which was quickly covered by the wind again, and the night wind whimpered and howled.

  Chu Jin'an glanced sideways, but didn't see anything unusual. He only wanted to see Fu Rongheng, so he walked forward, stepping on the grid of moonlight.

  The shadow was bleak, a hand stretched out from the window, trying to grab something, but was quickly dragged back, struggling in vain...

  In the study room of the Fu Mansion, the lights are still on, and there are dim shadows.

  Chu Jin'an came in after obtaining the consent of the guards, but he didn't see Fu Zhenshan, only Fu Rongheng was sitting in front of the desk in the huge study room.

  Under the dim candlelight, his silhouette was deep and shadowy, with his forehead resting on one hand, and his arms curled up against the table.

   Eyes closed, breathing steadily, a pair of silver-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of the tall nose.

   Someone came in without looking up.

  For some reason, Chu Jin'an saw the word loneliness from him.

  A person like him, guarding the mighty country, waking up to the power of the world, will he feel lonely?

   "Fourth brother?" Chu Jin'an called out.

  The study was quiet and there was no response.

  Chu Jinan still had his military uniform in his arms, mung bean soup was placed on the table next to him, standing in front of Fu Rongheng, looking at him.

  The voice is a little low.

   "Are you asleep?"

  There are two of them at the entrance of the study room, the dim light is old, the man's body undulates gently with his breath, the two clavicles are looming as the buttons of the white shirt are unbuttoned, and the light and shadow outline the hardness of the deep collarbone.

  The outline looked a little less hostile than when he was awake, but more unpredictable.

  Such quietness made Chu Jin'an feel some thoughts that he shouldn't have.

   Her heart trembled, she bent down, and looked at him wearing glasses.

  Elegant, more cold-blooded, intertwined with a different kind of bewitching.

  Perhaps she has been a little tired recently, and the center of her brows was still wrinkled when she fell asleep, with shallow creases, and she looked extremely stern and tired.

  Chu Jin'an raised his hand and gently stroked the center of his brow, a movement he rarely did when he was awake.

  Her gaze slowly slid down, and fell on his light-colored thin lips by accident. She always spit out cold words without the slightest warmth.

  At that moment, I couldn't tell what kind of emotion was in my heart, and the sudden impulse was about to overflow, and all the things in the day became unimportant, and as the folds between his brows were smoothed, they became soft and messy.

  She lowered her head, breathed closer to Fu Rongheng, and quickly kissed the corner of his lips. The lips touched, bold but cautious.

   Distance like never before.

  Slightly cool touch and temperature, cedar fragrance melts in the breath.

  His arrogant and alienated appearance when he was awake and the sense of taboo brought about by stealing relatives spread secret feelings in the middle of the night that no one knew, which made Chu Jin'an a little feverish.

  Fu Rongheng seemed to move a bit, which made Chu Jinan's heart tense in fright, hanging in his throat, not daring to look at him too much, and quickly straightened up as if nothing had happened.

  (end of this chapter)