MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 909 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if you are indifferent, you are also romantic 5

  Chapter 909 Old things of the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 5

   While talking, Tang Hanting sized up the person in front of her.

The girl is wearing a western-style dress, the skirt is as soft as a cloud, her hair is still stained with a little moisture, it is scattered behind her back, and a strand of it falls in the fossa of the clavicle, lining her palm-sized face, she is sitting leisurely On the couch, chat with her.

  Ming Gui, the kind of golden branch and jade leaf that can only be pampered by a rich lady.

  Chu Jin'an rested his chin casually: "You are talking about Liang Shangjun, right? He came back with me because he came to work in Beicheng No. 1 Hospital."

  The dean of Beicheng No. 1 Hospital is Chu Jin'an's father.

  Of course Tang Hanting knows, she has seen the movie.

  The male lead is very complicated.

  They chatted for a long time, Tang Hanting was good at coaxing people, and almost everything she said followed Chu Jinan's words, making the girl smile.

   Seeing that the time was almost up, Tang Hanting offered to ask, "You returned to Beicheng, do you want to see Fourth Master Fu?"

  Chu Jin'an was so amused by the joke she told that she almost burst into tears, and she felt very comfortable being patted on: "Yes."

   "I haven't seen what the Commander's Mansion looks like, can I go with you to learn more?"

  Chu Jinan looked at her playfully.

  The girl's eyes are clean and clear, and under the afterglow of the evening, they are rippling with a warm amber color. At this moment, she looks at people with such a half-smile, which makes people feel that there is nowhere to hide.

  But Tang Hanting was so sophisticated, being watched so much, she didn't show any flaws on her face, her red lips curled up charmingly: "What's wrong with looking at me like that?"

   "It's a pity." Chu Jin'an let out a sigh of relief, and then changed the subject.

   "Fu Rongheng has never liked strangers from the Commander's Mansion."

  Tang Hanting paused for a moment, still not wanting to give up such an opportunity: "I understand, I just want to stroll around the Commander's Mansion, and I will definitely not disturb you."

  Chu Jinan tilted his head, under the light of the light, the tiny fluff on the side of his face must be revealed: "I don't like it."

   She doesn't like it, so rightfully so.

  Tang Hanting felt that she had been stabbed in the heart again, and her eyes were full of gloom.

  Fu Rongheng will not be the only one in Chu Jin'an in this life!

   What's more, they have no relationship now, neither the reality of marriage nor the name of love!

  What is Chu Jinan?

  The sky was getting dark, Chu Jin'an was going to have dinner, Tang Hanting said that she was going on a diet for the movie, so she just waited for her in the bedroom.

  After Chu Jin'an left, the room became silent for a moment. Tang Hanting immediately sat up and went to the dressing table with great purpose to search for something. Finally, in the deepest part of the drawer, she saw a crimson brocade box!

  There were footsteps outside the door, her heart beat faster, she quickly picked up the brocade box and opened it, inside lay half a solemn and gentle jade pendant.

  In the movie, Tang Hanting vaguely remembers that this jade pendant is extremely important to Fourth Master Fu, and it will definitely come in handy in the future.

   It's a pity that Chu Jin'an doesn't know the goods, so it belongs to her.

  Relying on the prophet in the movie, Tang Hanting immediately put away the brocade box, then found an excuse to leave and asked the maid to tell her, her heartbeat was still violent.

What Tang Hanting didn't expect was that as soon as she walked to the corner of the veranda, she ran into Chu Jin'an and a noble lady head-on. talking.

  Tang Hanting's palms were sweating immediately, and she quietly hid the brocade box, which was both a risk and an opportunity.

  The Chu family and the Fu family are family friends. After learning that Chu Jin'an had returned, Fu Rongheng's parents made an appointment to come to the Chu mansion for dinner.

  Chu Jin'an was always clinging to Fu Rongheng when he was a child, and he grew up under Fu's mother's lap, and he was very close to her.

   For a long time, Mother Fu's mantra was that Rong Heng is inferior to you.

  Chu Jin'an saw Tang Hanting was in a hurry, and asked, "Are you going back?"

   "There are still some things." Tang Hanting looked at the intimate scene of the two in front of her, recognized Fu's mother, and turned her mind.

  If she can get closer to Fu's mother, if she wants to enter the Commander's Mansion in the future, why would she need Chu Jin'an?

  Tang Hanting passed Chu Jin'an, nodded generously to Fu's mother, and introduced herself: "Hi Auntie, my name is Tang Hanting, and I am Jin'an's friend."

  Tang Hanting is Chu Jin'an's friend, calling her aunt is not wrong, and it also shortens the distance, so that she won't be as unfamiliar as calling Mrs. Fu.

  Mother Fu raised her eyes slowly, her face was slightly pale, and she nodded politely, "Hello."

   Feeling familiar with the person in front of her again, she paused for three to five seconds before remembering that she is now a popular actress. When she had nothing to do, she went to the cinema to watch a play played by Tang Hanting.

   Unexpectedly, the real person is a little worse than the camera.

  The last ray of light in the sky dimmed, and the night shrouded Beicheng, the corridor was dim, and the cool night flowed on the woman's cheongsam, outlining the outline of a peony flower.

"It's the first time we met, I didn't expect you to be so young." Tang Hanting smiled, the sweat on her palms was blown dry by the wind, and the brocade box was hidden, which became a secret that no one noticed, and the shadow spread in the shadows, "Is Auntie usually interested in movies?" ?”

  Chu Jinan leaned beside him, his eyes a little playful.

  Mother Fu was not in high spirits and was unwilling to chat with outsiders: "I don't think much of it. Today is a reunion banquet specially for Chu Jin'an Yingfeng."

   "Then Miss Tang, I won't give it away."

  Speaking of this, it would not be good for Tang Hanting to stay any longer, so she had to say goodbye.

  Chu Jin'an waved his hand at her.

  When Tang Hanting left the Chu Mansion, she looked back.

  Under the Jiuqu veranda, a slender figure is holding the elder's arm, the skirt is dancing lightly in the night, talking and laughing with others, with an inherent nobility.

  Tang Hanting narrowed her eyes, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes. She remembered that in the movie, Fu Rongheng was the fourth in the Fu family's younger generation, and Fu Jingze was the son of the eighth aunt, who was the sixth.

  Fu Jingze was a man who was rotten to the bone, with a unique flirtatious attitude, obsessed with women, and singing every night.

  Some people can get everything by doing nothing, while others have to do everything possible to get it.

  Tang Hanting does not complain that the world is unfair, she will do whatever it takes to get what she wants.

  For example, replace Chu Jinan!

  Of course... Tang Hanting never imagined that sometimes, once something that doesn't belong to her is taken away, what she gets is not a blessing, but a greater disaster.

  At this time, Tang Hanting was still full of complacency.

  The vague laughter overflowed in the night, the girl lowered her eyes, the corners of her bright red lips curled up a little, she was noble and arrogant.

   "An'an, what are you laughing at?"

"Interesting things."

   Dinner was very harmonious. Father Chu and Father Fu were the director of a large hospital, the other was the commander of the military region, the other was elegant and easy-going, and the other was decisive and deep. They talked about state affairs while drinking wine.

  Chu Jin went back to his room at night, put a magnolia flower folded outside in an antique porcelain vase, glanced at the dressing table inadvertently, and in the dim light, a slender chestnut hair was hanging on it.

  Chu Jinan frowned.

  The night was cold and the breeze was breezy, magnolia petals fell all over the courtyard...

   also swept away some things that were not noticed, and saw the light of day again in a certain corner.

  (end of this chapter)