MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 913 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if you are indifferent, you are also romantic 9

  Of course Fu Jingshen called it that on purpose. In fact, everyone had ridiculed it in private in the early days, but Fu Rongheng said something at the time, she has no rules and you have no rules?

   So much so that later everyone didn't dare to make fun of Fu Rongheng in front of him.

  Fu Jingshen felt that these two people were not clear, in short, there was some relationship.

   "Don't be surprised." Chu Jin'an said lazily, "I didn't come back to China to be a spy."

   It's no secret that Chu Jin'an returned to China, besides, there was so much movement at the dock that day, Fu Jingshen would not be unaware of it.

  Fu Jingshen's mouth twitched, looking at the girl without leaving a trace.

  For outsiders, she has the cold arrogance of a noble lady, like a bright color of this era, which makes people adore and desire to destroy.

  Fu Jingshen has a deep impression of Chu Jin'an. She started teasing him when she was a child, and the tricks followed one after another. The relationship between the two is actually not bad, but Fu Jingshen can never play with Chu Jin'an.

  Now it seems that she has reached her age, and she has become more and more beautiful. There is a faint charm of a young lady in her eyebrows and eyes, and there is agility and freshness that others don't have.

  Chu Jin'an happened to be stepping on the sunny grid, standing a little close to Fu Rongheng, and his white fingertips would occasionally meet the tassels on the opponent's black military uniform.

  Fu Rongheng didn't seem to care or care about the other party's small movements, so let her do it.

  Fu Jingshen doesn't think how important a woman is to Fu Rongheng. This person kills people without blinking an eye, and has no emotion by nature. Sometimes it even makes people shudder.

  Fu Jingshen even suspected that if he had no blood relationship with Fu Rongheng, he would have been killed by the other party by now.

   "Miss Chu has returned to China, so am I going to drink the fourth brother's wedding wine another day?"

Fu Jingshen turned around to test, his pale and handsome face was smiling, his voice was always soft, thin, and a bit sharp, like a poisonous tongue crawling in the dark, his pupils stood upside down, waiting for an opportunity, even his eyes were full of indulging in women. The black and blue left by the color are like snake scales.

   "As you wish." Chu Jin settled down, looked at Fu Rongheng subconsciously, and thought it was just a joke, so he replied with a half-smile.

   "Fu Jingshen." The tone of the second half of the sentence is flat, a warning.

  Fu Jingshen met Fu Rongheng's eyes, and the man's complexion was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry.

   "Well, it seems that it's not the time yet." Fu Jingshen shrugged, smiled lowly, and rubbed the wrench of the gun with one hand behind his back.

   "But good fourth brother, you are so kind to Miss Chu, can't you miss me, my own brother?"

   In the past, what Chu Jinan caused in Beicheng was not settled by Fu Rongheng. As the sixth younger brother, his rights are not too much, right?

   "You can't go back to the Inspectorate."

   is a notification.

  Fu Rongheng respected the law. In Beicheng, the military order was greater than the sky. Under his watchful eyes, he would never allow anything that used the power of the Fu family for personal gain.

  Fu Jingshen's face sank, "My father also agreed to join the inspectorate. If my father is still alive, it's not your turn for the Fu family to take care of me!"

   "Okay, go back and tell him that his good son is accepting bribes privately in the Supervision Bureau, harming officials, and his subordinates are abusing their power and embezzling arms."

  Fu Rongheng: "You see, it's dad or me who can control you."

  His strength cannot be contested.

  Chu Jin'an has been taught, and so has Fu Jingshen.

  But there are some people who don't learn lessons.

   "Fu Rongheng, I am also someone who can play with guns."

  Fu Jingshen suddenly pulled out a pistol from the back of his waist. It took only a moment to load it, and the black muzzle was aimed directly at the man!

The cold wind blows through the bamboo and wood in the courtyard, rustling, and there is a faint touch of white on the bamboo leaves hidden in the dark, sinking in the dark corner, which has not yet melted due to lack of sunlight ice and snow.

  The sound of the wind failed to cover up the commotion in the study, and the atmosphere instantly became tense, with swords on the verge of breaking out.

  Chu Jin'an's eyes turned cold, and he grasped the tassels hanging from Fu Rongheng's military uniform. The temperature was icy cold, but after holding it in his hands for a long time, it was also stained with some body temperature, and it was gradually disintegrating.

  She stood beside Fu Rongheng without moving, her hair was a little disheveled by the wind blowing in. Looking at the scene in front of her, the smile on her face remained unchanged, and her bright face inadvertently revealed a bit of deep-seated disdain.

   "Fu Jingshen, you have become more courageous." This compliment is sincere.

  Fu Jingshen also laughed, holding the gun in his hand: "Thank you, Ms. Chu, for the compliment, I wonder what the fourth brother thinks?"

  Fu Rongheng's expression didn't change, even though the loaded bullet was aimed at his heart, his voice was deep and cold, like a gold and iron horse breaking through the frozen aura, he said solemnly: "Go."

   Shoot.

   Open a try.

  He was forcing him, or he didn't pay attention to it, Fu Jingshen thought so, standing on the spot with a gun, his back tensed like an arrow on a bow, ready to go, even riding a tiger.

  People like Fu Rongheng must have arrogance, arrogant, too proud, and always look calm and calm. It is as difficult as climbing the sky to make him lose control and be terrified.

but…

Fu Jingshen licked his lips, and pressed his finger on the damp trigger, probably sweating. He smiled like a snake crawling slowly, and slowly moved the muzzle of the gun, pointing it in another direction, it was Chu Ann today.

   "Dad has so many sons, the Fu family can't be monopolized by you alone, can you? Give me back the position of the Supervision Bureau, and we will live in peace, okay?"

  The wind stopped, it seemed to be still, and it seemed that a bigger storm was dormant. The clouds in the sky were churning, and the temperature did not warm up. It was a bit cold, maybe because of the long night.

   "Boom, boom—"

  The sound of the phalanx tapping the tabletop became extremely clear at this moment. It was too calm and cold, so loud that it sounded like the sound of a trigger being pulled, containing a certain dangerous rhythm.

  The light was mottled, and Fu Rongheng could see the vivid figure beside him blurred in the light and shadow by turning his eyes slightly.

   "I didn't want to argue so much with you." Fu Rongheng didn't look sideways, the abyss of eternal doom was hidden deep in his eyes, and his voice was incomprehensible, "Who knew, you sent yourself to the door to seek death."

   A drop of sweat dripped from a finger.

  Fu Jingshen's palms were sticky, his brows frowned, he was not sure about his judgment, and he was inexplicably flustered, as if he had just made a wrong decision, and the hairs all over his body instinctively stood up due to the sense of dangerous oppression.

  Fu Rongheng doesn't even show his voice when he speaks, it seems a bit naive to try to guess his thoughts through Chu Jin'an.

   He clenched his teeth and pressed the trigger viciously.

   "Boom."

  The phalanx falls.

   One last sound.

  The closed door of the study was suddenly pushed open!

  Adjutant Feng Lingzhi saw the scene of Fu Jingshen raising his gun, his face sank for an instant, before Fu Jingshen had time to react, he quickly stepped forward, and kicked Fu Jingshen hard in the crook of the leg!

  Fu Jingshen screamed and knelt on the ground. The gun in his hand was quickly snatched away and reached his temple!

   There was no warning for this change.

   "Fourth Master, what should we do?" Feng Lingzhi asked in a deep voice.