MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 926 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if you are indifferent, you are also romantic 22

  Chapter 926 Old events of the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 22

  The woman got into the car with him, one behind the other.

  Get into Fu Rongheng's car.

  Chu Jinan had such a clear understanding in his heart.

   There was a long silence in the car.

   "Fourth Master Fu is not a womanizer." Liang Shangjun said, his brows and eyes were inexplicable, and he looked at her sideways.

"I know." Chu Jin'an smiled lightly. Her bright eyes and teeth were as bright as sunshine. She pressed her fingertips against the cold car window, soaking up the coolness of the night. Looking at the military vehicle, she couldn't see through it. people.

  How could you not know?

  He is ambitious, his eyes are all over the world, and he is never in love with his children; his vision is high, and he doesn't like women in the court of romance; he is suspicious, and ordinary people have never been close to him.

  Twenty years of friendship between childhood sweethearts, Fu Rongheng treats her differently, and Chu Jin'an also knows that, always relying on his indulgence, trying to make progress.

   It's just that sometimes, I still can't figure out his mind.

   Still sad.

   "Let's go."

   "Aren't you going to see him?"

   "He's always busy, so I won't bother him, and I won't be late."

   "Do you want to go to the beach? Let's relax."

   "No, I'm sleepy and want to go home."

  Chu Jin'an bought another morning paper the next morning, and found that there was no story about Fu Rongheng on it. Even the morning paper published yesterday was taken off the shelves, and even the newspaper that reported this matter was warned.

  Overnight, no one dared to mention a few words.

  For such a big effort, who else could it be except for the approval of the fourth master of the Fu family.

   Presumably Fu Rongheng knew about this.

  Fu Rongheng has always disliked being discussed about his personal affairs, so it is only natural for him to do so.

Chu Jin'an was holding coffee and reading the morning newspaper. His slender and fair fingers reflected the porcelain white handle of the coffee cup, which was even more white. The sun shone through the glass window on her face, adding some bright and gentle colors , think so.

   After such a thing happened, Fu Rongheng did not come to her.

  A man like him probably wouldn't even think of explaining anything to her.

  She put down the newspaper, squinted her eyes and looked at the sun outside the window, and murmured.

   "Another sunny day."

  The sky in Beicheng has been sunny for two consecutive days, and Chu Jinan never thought that he would be so unlucky.

  It was still clear in the morning, but in the afternoon, the clouds were dense and the north wind was blowing, covering the blue sky.

——

  Especially today she was wearing a white western-style dress with a snow-white knitted cardigan over it.

Standing by the side of the road, Chu Jin'an looked at the mud spots spreading on his white skirt with a cold face. The stains dripped down in embarrassment, and the silver high-heeled shoes were not spared. His temples twitched and jumped, and he was gradually on the verge of emotion. On the brink of explosion!

  Her life! arrive! end! What an outrageous thing you did!

  Chu Jin'an got angry, took a deep breath, ignored his high heels, and walked forward.

   There is a siren sound behind him.

   "Doctor Chu?"

  Chu Jin'an turned his head and saw Liang Shangjun's surprised eyes.

  Until getting into Liang Shangjun’s car, Chu Jin’an still felt incredible and irritated: “How come I meet you every time I’m in such a mess.”

   "Don't worry, I will keep my mouth shut."

  Liang Shangjun wore a dark gray suit today, elegant and elegant, and drove the car: "It's also a coincidence. I had an appointment with an old friend at home today. I came back earlier and met you."

  He glanced at Chu Jin'an, and there was no offense in his eyes.

   "My house is just across the street, not far away. I haven't been able to invite you to my house for a while. Why don't you go to my house to rest and let someone buy you clothes. You can't leave like this."

   "Forget it, isn't your house a visitor, it's not good to bump into it."

  Liang Shangjun paused, looked at the time on the watch: "Probably not."

  He said calmly, "He still has official business, and he will come later, so you can't meet him."

   "Okay." Chu Jin'an was depressed and agreed.

  Liang Shangjun took her to the courtyard. The courtyard is elegant and livable, like pine and bamboo, which is quite elegant, and the seclusion in the mountains and forests makes people calm.

   "How are you doing recently?" He took her to a guest room.

  Chu Jin'an raised his chin, and suddenly sneered: "I'm not someone who just hides behind my back and cries!"

  Liang Shangjun smiled and asked her to wash up in the guest room, and someone will come to deliver the clothes later.

  Chu Jinan knew that he had a visitor, so he nodded and agreed without wasting his time.

  She really couldn't bear the mud on her body, so she took a shower in the guest room, changed into the dress sent by the servant, wiped her hair with a towel, and looked in the mirror.

   I wonder if Liang Shangjun has a good vision.

  This dark green long dress has a somewhat retro flavor. It is extremely cold and white against her skin, and it is also stained with the dampness after bathing. The black hair is dripping water, falling on the collarbone and swirling.

  Slap-sized face, classic facial features, and dark green earrings on the earlobes, shining brightly.

  After washing up, Chu Jinan felt that it was not appropriate to stay here, nor was it appropriate to leave without saying anything, so he went out to say goodbye to Liang Shangjun.

  Walking to the corridor, I was at a loss for a moment. I didn't know where to find someone. Fortunately, I met a servant.

   "Where is Mr. Liang?"

   "Sir is in the main hall, just go all the way forward."

  Chu Jin'an thanked him, walked forward, walked through many corridors, stepped through the vermilion arched door, found the main hall, crossed the threshold, and shouted.

   "Liang Shang—"

  The voice stopped abruptly.

  She saw the people in the main hall.

  The man sat on the side seat, with long legs crossed, and a cold and elegant silhouette.

  He heard the sound and looked over casually.

   Four eyes meet.

  The clouds in the high sky did not know when to dissipate, the wind passed through the forest tops, the bamboo leaves were evergreen, and the sparse light passed through the courtyard and fell into the main hall, reflecting his eyebrows, as far-reaching as mountains and rivers.

  With no emotion in his eyes, he looked at her.

  Chu Jin'an was stunned for a moment, unable to believe it, his brain went blank for a moment, and he didn't know how to react to this meeting without warning.

  Fu Rongheng...how could he be at Liang Shangjun's house? !

  Is he the old man Liang Shangjun mentioned? !

   "Rong Heng." A gentle and jade-like voice sounded behind him, "You came here before I was ready, how can I entertain you?"

  Fu Rongheng leaned his back against the chair seat, looking past Chu Jin'an, with a high position and authority, unpredictable and unfeeling, and his deep voice seemed to have a bit of blandness and playfulness.

   "You gave me a gift when we first met, isn't that considered hospitality?"

   "How many people are vying to give gifts to Fourth Master Fu, I really don't dare to be."

  Chu Jin'an stood stiffly in place, listening to their conversation, and then saw Liang Shangjun's smiling face.

  Liang Shangjun nodded to her, walked over, lightly held her shoulder with one hand, blinked his eyes, and smiled: "Why did you come out before the hair was dry, aren't you afraid of catching a cold just after taking a shower?"

"I…"

  The girl opened her eyes, her expression was shocked and uncertain. The shoulder straps of the dark green dress loosely held her snow-white shoulders. The water marks were slightly dry, and there were still a few strands of blue hair sticking to her skin. She looked really warm and ambiguous.

  She also knew that this was not appropriate, so she subconsciously looked at Fu Rongheng.

  (end of this chapter)