When she put it on, she saw the badge on it, stared at it for a long time, and touched it gently with her hand, cherishing it tenderly.

Liang Shangjun paused for a moment and said to him: "Rong Heng."

Fu Rongheng responded, quite calmly, not chatting, just accompanying the old man.

Dinner, three people, four seats, one of which is empty, the camera moves to the side, there is an old photo on the mottled mahogany cabinet, black and white, nostalgic color, the young man in the photo is extremely young, with dreams of mountains and rivers in his eyes.

Afterwards, Fu Rongheng left late at night, and when Liang Shangjun caught up with him, his face turned unusually cold in the middle of the night.

"What you haven't forgotten, I haven't forgotten either."

"It was my fault back then, and I will atone for it. If you mind, you can shoot me."

The person in front stopped and turned around slowly, his outline deep and dark, hidden in the night, silent.

Four days later, the commander's office sent someone over, saying that the phonograph had been repaired and asked Chu Jin'an to pick it up.

Chu Jinan was very pleasantly surprised, so he agreed, and got up early the next day. His fair and slender fingers wandered through the wardrobe, past the Western dresses, and thought of something. Finally, they stopped at a white shirt.

The visitor pushed open the study door. He was a young man in his twenties. He was wearing a colorful shirt with extremely bright colors. He was feminine and handsome. However, he had long eyebrows that stood upright at the moment, and there were dark clouds in the sky at the top of his eyebrows.

His face was really sinister.

Chu Jinan knocked on the door of the study room twice, and heard a voice coming in from inside.

Inexplicable, relaxed and unrestrained.

"It's easy." He said. The eyelids of those eyes are thin and the shape of the eyes is long and narrow. If you look closely, you will find a light-colored mole at the end of the eyes. The eyes are very affectionate and have a sense of absolute abstinence.

She wore a very clean white shirt today, with an irregular hem and a messy drooping look. Her legs were thin and straight, and her ankles were beautiful and distinct.

There was no emotion in the words, they just fell in Fu Jingshen's ears, which were particularly harsh, like a kind of superior mockery.

Chu Jinan frowned, somewhat displeased that the atmosphere was broken, and felt that the voice was very familiar.

He raised his head and looked at her.

Chu Jinan seemed to have read through his thoughts and asked nonchalantly: "Why is the record of Yuguang Qu here? Did the fourth brother find it?"

"Get away!"

Suddenly, a dark and angry voice sounded outside the study, breaking the silence of the room.

"Fu Rongheng!"

Chu Jinan smiled and said seriously: "He should be given a salary increase."

She was stunned for a moment, and then her heart surged with some trembling emotion. It was hard to tell, as the music on the record rose and fell, vibrating.

"You can't come in."

"It seems Zhou Ke's craftsmanship is pretty good."

The two of them should be discussing business.

"Let him in."

She is whiter than her shirt and looks refreshing, like first love.

She had seen him on the dock and was his adjutant.

She looked back.

"Okay." Chu Jin'an nodded and curiously saw another man sitting opposite Fu Rongheng. He looked resolute and had half-stained temples.

The adjutant who was talking to Fu Rongheng left at some point, and there were only two of them left in the study, which was a little empty.

It lists various classics and documents, as well as serious cases concerning the emperor's affairs.

The sky in the distance is warm and the sky is blue.

How could Fu Jingshen be so willing to give up?

Chu Jinan stared at him twice and finally recognized him.

"Based on ability?" Fu Rongheng chuckled.

Chu Jinan was a little bored, played with the gramophone twice, and accidentally tuned out the sound.

With just a few words from the top, Fu Jingshen's huge benefits were withdrawn.

Fu Rongheng said, nodding his chin.

"I see my fourth brother, why do you stop me?!"

Fu Rongheng's back was leaning against the Grand Master's chair, and he was talking to the person in front of him. The light happened to be backlit, and his expression was a little careless and indifferent.

Fu Rongheng saw the shirt on her body, and his eyes were as strong and cold as ever when he looked at people.

When he asked, everyone would keep it secret.

Chu Jinan can recognize just one sound.

Fu Jingshen's expression changed slightly, and he stood a few steps away from Fu Rongheng, staring at him closely.

A familiar and nostalgic melody flows from the gramophone, dragging people back to that summer.

A gentle voice sounded from behind.

Chu Jinan's eyelashes twitched, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, and the curves were filled with sunlight.

Fu·Xian Zaren Wait·Depth of Field:?!?

What if we say we are brothers and sisters? It is impossible to live this life at all!

He occasionally spoke in a cold and harsh voice.

"Fu Rongheng! Why do you have people remove me from my position in the Supervision Bureau?!"

She stayed for a while, paying attention to their conversation, and out of the corner of her eye she could see a vague outline, sitting among the mountains, rivers and people.

Chu Jinan did not disturb them and walked towards the gramophone. He was a little relieved. It seemed that it was staying here well and he didn't know if he remembered its previous owner.

The military uniform was draped lazily on his shoulders, and the shirt underneath was as white as snow, with two buttons unbuttoned.

The sound of conversation sounded in the study room.

Chu Jinan stopped at the door, waiting for him to speak.

The mansion was solemn and grand, not very popular, and the bloody coldness hit the face. Passing by the huge shooting range, the nine-curved verandah, the rockery and the flowing water, the housekeeper knew Chu Jinan's intention and whispered: "The fourth master is in the study.

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The voice is clear and clear, signaling.

Chu Jinan went to the house and handed over the greeting card. The housekeeper here still remembered Chu Jinan. He was stunned for a long time, pushed up his glasses and said, "Miss Chu, come here."

"The gramophone is over there, try it yourself."

It's Yu Guang Qu.

Fu Jingshen was prospering in it and got a lot of benefits from it, and he was enjoying his glory.

The study room is huge.

Except Fourth Master Fu, who wouldn’t even dare to mention it even in a few words?

He said it should be added.

"Without Fourth Master's order, no one else is allowed to step into the important area of ​​the study," the guard said.

The melody of Yuguang Song is still flowing, it is an auditory feast, and the dust is floating in the light spots.

Listening to the commotion outside the study, Fu Rongheng's face showed no warmth, and he cherished his words as if they were gold.

Bring Chu Jinan back to reality.

It turns out that some people, after four years, their taste is still the same!

"Taking bribes privately, taking bribes and bending the law, which one is not enough to punish you?" Fu Rongheng didn't even move his brows, and his tone was calm.

"That's where I got into the Inspectorate based on my ability! Besides, I just collected a few gold bars and helped them a little bit. Wouldn't Fourth Brother still understand this little favor thing?"

"Thank you." Chu Jinan looked at the white hair on the butler's temples.

The man in front of me has assumed the position of a warlord at a young age, holds the power of life and death, and guards the bones. How can he not be afraid?

Jealousy again!

Once Fu Rongheng comes out of Beicheng, there will be no room for others.

Fu Jingshen slowly narrowed his eyes and thought about what happened during this period. When his eyes fell on Chu Jinan, he froze.

Weirdly, he circled around the two people, and then slowly moved the corners of his mouth to say hello, his voice drawling, like an unexplained ridicule.
Chapter completed!