The man had the deepest eyes, a ruthless look, and heroic features. Under the sunlight, those eyes did not lose a trace of warmth, but revealed the ruthlessness and ruthlessness of the autocratic emperors in ancient times.

I looked at her for two seconds.

Chu Jinan's heartbeat was beating violently, and she couldn't hide or dodge. Magnolia petals came from nowhere and fell beside her feet.

No matter how many years passed, Chu Jinan would still remember the first time she met Mr. Fu four years after she went abroad.

He is so vivid that it makes people cry.

No matter how sad the past was and how bumpy the road ahead was, the moment she saw him, she felt an unprecedented sense of peace of mind, which gave her infinite strength.

But during this unknown exchange on the pier, Fu Rongheng's expression was too dull, and within two seconds, he withdrew his gaze.

No one knows how much this old friend drama holds in his heart.

He strode forward, not toward her.

"Fourth Master."

Following Fu Rongheng's pause, the guards also stopped and looked at Chu Jin'an involuntarily.

The back is against the light, revealing an elusive sense of story.

"Before smuggling arms, ask whose territory this is."

The scene has been completely controlled, and the goods are being seized in a vigorous and resolute manner. Everyone can't help but look in the direction of the center, with a mixture of reverence and fear in their eyes.

"Fourth Master, your injury..." Feng Lingzhi whispered.

The leader paused slightly, stopped, and let out a calm hum.

In four years, he didn't write a letter to her and almost lost contact with her.

His indifference is deep in his bones. The word loneliness is not enough to describe it, but it is the deep eternal silence of the mountains and rivers that has fallen on the brow for many years. It cannot be read or seen through, which makes people's hearts move even more. I want to get close to him.

See clearly the coldness behind that imperial view.

Four years ago, Chu Jin'an asked Fu Rongheng to go abroad with her. First of all, she didn't want to be alone in a foreign country for four years. The place was unfamiliar, communication was inconvenient, and she had to be separated from Fu Rongheng for such a long time.

Chu Jinan saw the man's figure getting closer and closer, and the badge on the military uniform became more and more clear in his eyes. The temperature was cold. It was the same as four years ago. It was still unattainable and unattainable.

His pace was fast and steady, without any pause.

"After all, we are traveling together all the way. If you ask me to turn a blind eye to your safety, it will be difficult for me." Liang Shangjun did not let her feel burdened.

Chu Jinan: "Thank you just now."

In a fit of anger, he put down his harsh words and said to Fu Rongheng, just forget about your wife and don't see me anymore!

Then, he left the country without saying a word and stayed away for four years.

Fu Rongheng leaned over without even moving an eyelash, the dark gun pressed against his shoulder, and his slender fingers pulled the trigger without warning!

Chu Jinan couldn't explain her relationship with Fu Rongheng for a while. They had an engagement at home when they were children, but it was only verbally. After so many years, they probably stopped counting.

Cold-bloodedly, with a bang, the bullet pierced the shoulder blade, and the man screamed in pain.

The voice is clean and beautiful, as soft as a daughter's.

Chu Jinan pursed the corners of his lips. He was used to his temperament, and before she went abroad, the two of them had not been happy.

Liang Shangjun nodded at him, his eyes concealing all the complexity, without the red tape of a scholar, as if he was saying, "Long time no see."

Fu Rongheng turned his eyes and looked at the person beside Chu Jinan, his face was unimpressed, and he nodded slightly.

But the latter did not agree. Even if Chu Jinan tried his best to beg, in the end, the other party just said lightly and asked her, how long will the trouble continue?

In this regard, Chu Jinan was indeed a bit pampered by Fourth Master Fu's private silence for more than twenty years.

He was probably busy with military affairs and was not in the mood to reminisce about the past. He had a tall and straight figure. Even if he looked at her sideways, he would always look calm and relaxed, blocking a large amount of light. He ordered in a low and low voice: "Let the guards

Send you back."

Liang Shangjun said meaningfully: "What a coincidence."

This sound seemed abrupt in the quiet and tidy dock.

There was still a strong smell of blood in the air, covering up the scent of magnolia flowers, and everything just seemed to be just a dream.

"Beixing Street." There was blood dripping from his hand holding the gun, and he spat out his thin lips, "Let's go."

"Old friend," Chu Jinan said.

Listening to his voice, Chu Jinan's heart trembled slightly. He raised his head and met Fu Rongheng's dark eyes.

Liang Shangjun: "You called him Fourth Brother?"

When he came back to his senses, Fu Rongheng had already moved forward and left, with a group of guards following him. They had aura, means, and power.

His tone was neither cold nor familiar, but had a hint of carelessness.

Fu Rongheng stood up condescendingly and said to Feng Lingzhi: "Take him down for trial."

Chu Jinan didn't know, and he didn't dare to bet that it was the former.

Fu Rongheng stopped in front of the man who was pressed to the ground, looked down at him, and said in a low voice: "Where is the goods."

Chu Jinan was focused on Fu Rongheng and did not notice the familiar interaction between the two.

No one can restrain his coldness.

When Fu Rongheng looked forward, he could just see a trace of the hem of a red dress, against the azure sea water and sky. She looked slim and strange. The bright beauty in her memory fell into her dark eyes, as if she were leaping into an abyss of eternity, and her eyelashes opened lightly.

It's so dark that it's hard to understand its meaning.

She lowered her eyelashes and called out the moment Fu Rongheng passed by her.

"Fourth brother."

"Ms. Chu." A stern-faced guard stayed where he was and stated, "Would you like to get in the car?"

Are you unhappy or don't care at all?

"It's okay."

The calm voice fell, with a strong sense of oppression from a superior, making people's bones tremble.

A long lost title.

"Four boxes were seized and the rest are still being traced," Feng Lingzhi reported.

Chu Jinan felt a chill on his back. He licked his beautiful and thin lips uncomfortably, straightened his back, looked at his thick outline at close range, and wanted to say something.

Lieutenant General Feng Lingzhi spoke in a respectful and deep voice. He was in his early thirties, but his temples were dyed white from the weather, his face was rugged, and his eyes were determined.

The arrested man looked at Fu Rongheng with hatred, and gave him a loud sigh, showing a bloody tooth: "If you want to know where the goods are, just dream!"

Chu Jinan looked at Fu Rongheng and did not interrupt their work. The man kept his face sideways and never raised his head to look in her direction again.

Chu Jinan was slightly stunned and said yes.

Over there, the guard followed Fu Rongheng and strode away from the dock. He was walking at the front with an unfathomable face, just passing in the direction of Chu Jinan.

Secondly, I also have selfish motives for him and don't want him to live in troubled times and bones all day long.

Chu Jinan nodded, with a dignified and public temperament, and said goodbye to Liang Shangjun.

Liang Shangjun paused for a moment on the guard: "Okay, goodbye. Pay attention to safety on the road."

He watched Chu Jinan get on the special car of the Commander's Office and leave. Looking at the blood stains remaining on the dock, he sighed in his heart.

It’s been eight years, Rong Heng.
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