MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 917 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if you are indifferent, you are also romantic13

  Frames of the movie flashed before Tang Hanting's eyes, the indifferent silhouette of the young warlord, the appearance of Chu Jin'an in a white coat, and the image of Fu Jingze choking her neck hysterically.

"Miss?"

  Tang Hanting sat up from the bed and looked at the delicate flowers blooming outside the window. The breeze was blowing, the air was slightly cool, the petals trembled in the wind, and the color was like a burning flame.

  She stroked her heart, still feeling the burning pain there, urgently opened the window, breathed in the fresh air, and saw the cloudless blue sky!

   After a long while, Tang Hanting gave instructions to the maid in a tone that was sure to win: "Go and make an appointment with Chu Jinan."

  After the maid went out, Tang Hanting sat in front of the vanity mirror, lowered her head, and searched for something.

  In the hidden corner, the dark red elegant brocade box lies quietly in it, like red velvet wrapped around roses, it is the secret of who has privately possessed it.

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It has been almost a month since Chu Jin'an came back. Because he promised Fu Rongheng, the time limit given by the other party was extremely tight. Carry out medical communication.

   "Fourth Master Fu will oppress people." Chu Jin'an joked that after work, he lacked the calmness and detachment of serious times, with a fair side face, and a bit of the gentleness of his daughter's family.

   It’s okay to squeeze it, but when you come to the hospital, it’s business, and talking about a relationship will kill you.

  She asked the same type of people: "Are you men so difficult?"

  Liang Shangjun walked into the office and paused: "You can't generalize, if it's Fu Rongheng..."

  He looked at Chu Jinan, his eyebrows were gentle and elegant, that kind of elegance was not elegant, but sharp, "He has ambitions."

  Chu Jin'an sighed: "Why don't you two talk, and I'll introduce him to you."

  Liang Shangjun smiled, lowered his eyes, and felt that Fu Rongheng was not suitable for Chu Jin'an. She was on him, and it was easy to hit a wall.

   But he didn't say that, he doesn't easily interfere in other people's private affairs, thinking of what Fu Rongheng said that night, his eyes darkened, he flicked the dust that fell from his sleeve, and changed the subject.

   "Have you heard about the banquet that Jiangxing Company and the deputy political party jointly created to become the first heavy industry enterprise in Beicheng? Do you want to go?"

"just go."

   "Do you want to be my female companion?" Liang Shangjun asked directly, and when he raised his head, he returned to his usual state. The white coat set off his gentle temperament, and he was seven points abstinent. He raised his head and pressed his neck, and said leisurely.

   "I don't have any acquaintances in Beicheng, and I can't find a suitable candidate for a while, so I have to come to trouble you."

   "You can't do it, Dr. Liang, how can you still lack a female companion?" Chu Jin'an raised his eyebrows, it didn't matter, "Then I will try to help you."

  Liang Shangjun leaned on the chair and turned around, slid in front of Chu Jin'an, and said solemnly: "Thank you for saving my life."

   "You're welcome, it's just a matter of raising your hands."

Chu Jin’an often attends banquets abroad, both commercial and private. Everyone basically brings a companion, and she also goes with close friends. She is used to it and doesn’t care too much. She continues to devote herself to her work plan inside.

  Liang Shangjun felt that her situation was too urgent, and reminded: "There is no rush for medical treatment in the field, even if you want to go to the battlefield, you don't have to."

   "Since I have done it, I will be responsible for this matter." Chu Jin'an raised his head and said seriously, "I want to do it well."

  For Fu Rongheng, for himself, and for the soldiers on the battlefield.

   She didn't want to disappoint him.

  Chu Jin'an was very busy during this time, and received a call from Tang Hanting after returning home.

  She asked her out, Chu Jinan pondered for two seconds, watching his schedule and set a date.

   On this day, the sky turned cloudy in the afternoon, and there was a light rain, which was gradually pattering, but fortunately it stopped, and the air was still a little humid.

  Chu Jin'an had a rare free time and went to see Tang Hanting. He didn't expect to meet Fourth Master Fu because of the rain. Of course, that's all for later.

  Tang Hanting was waiting for her on Shirong Avenue, standing in the haze of mist and rain, a cheongsam set off her graceful figure, plump and soft.

   Long chestnut hair with a shawl, wearing a pair of sunglasses, fair skin, flaming red lips, very aura, attracting the attention of many men.

  Her arrogance makes people want to conquer even more.

  Chu Jinan got out of the car, saw Tang Hanting, and nodded to her. He stepped on the puddles accumulated on the ground with high heels, walked very straightly, and had a straight back, which was taught by the etiquette of being beaten.

  Standing with Tang Hanting, the demeanor is so different, it is the difference that has been cultivated.

  Chu Jin'an remembered that when he was a child, he was coquettish and lazy for a while, and wanted to be lazy by relying on Fu Rongheng's side.

   As a result, the young Fourth Master Fu was even more ruthless, unlike the servants in the family who dared not offend her and insisted on trying to correct Chu Jin'an.

At that time, Chu Jin'an was young, but he was wronged. He cried tears all over Fu Rongheng's body and wet his shoulders. He didn't respond, he didn't coax, he read the military without waves, and even found time to perfuse her in his busy schedule. , Pass a tissue when you think of it.

  She didn't want it, and used his shirt as a tissue, crying so pitifully that her voice was hoarse.

  He doesn't judge whether others want it or not, only whether he wants to give it or not.

  Give, you have to receive.

  At that time, he happened to see the smoke of war in modern times, the world was chaotic, absurd and dark. At that time, the whole Zhongji Province was forced to retreat again and again, and the Fu family was also in turmoil.

  Fu Rongheng read this, closed the book with a "snap!", and sneered.

   "From the end of the autumn, to the foundation of Mount Tai!"

  The sarcasm between his browbones made people chill, and after he finished speaking, thinking that someone was still there, he raised his eyes and glanced at Chu Jin'an: "Are you done crying?"

  During that time, Fu Rongheng was seriously ill, and his sick bones lingered on the couch. Even the Fu family was in a low ebb, and the huge foundation would be overturned at any time. It can be said that it was the most declining time.

   Although his face was pale, he was not in the slightest of a slump. His military uniform was draped over his body, and his black shirt was buttoned up to the first button, covering his bony and slightly hard collarbone. His bones were chic, yet unpredictable.

Strange to say, Chu Jin'an remembered his look for a long time, and it was the first time she could clearly see the deepest dark fire burning in his eyes, sweeping across the wilderness, unstoppable .

  That was the few times when Fourth Master Fu, who was deep and indifferent in this life, showed his emotions.

  It's a pity that Chu Jin'an didn't understand at the time, was frightened by his look, cried even harder, out of breath, flung herself on him coquettishly and arrogantly, without saying a word, bit Fu Rongheng's collarbone fiercely.

  Thinking about it later, Chu Jin'an reckoned it was in pain and was bleeding, Fu Rongheng just groaned, pinched her chin with a frown, and lowered his eyes condescendingly.

   "The biting is quite strong, and it seems that I can continue to learn. I can't memorize the books before dinner. Don't talk about eating tonight, I don't need to sleep."

  When he was talking, the small light-colored mole in the corner of his eye, which was difficult for outsiders to notice and could only be seen clearly when he was very close, made him more and more frail, so that he ignored that he was ill and at the end of his battle.

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