"I didn't act coquettishly." Chu Jinan really didn't do it this time. She swore and solemnly said, "Fourth brother, I can help you when I return to China."

"I know you are awesome." Fu Rongheng took off his general uniform and put it on the crook of his arm. He stood up and held Chu Jinan's wrist. His daughter's wrist bones were too thin and could easily be trapped.

He took her out and said in a cold voice, "Don't worry about me."

He never asked her why she returned to China? Just like he never asked her why she went abroad in the first place?

Or why didn't he ask her why she kept pestering him?

He doesn't ask, he just solves things.

Actually you asked.

You will know if you ask...

Chu Jinan wanted to ask, always wanted to ask, but stopped because she felt a little offended. She couldn't understand his thoughts, but she couldn't hold it back anymore, and looked back at him, her voice softer.

"When Fu Jingshen pointed a gun at me just now, were you afraid?"

A question that sounds very abrupt.

Why she asked, or she still wanted to hear his answer, and what she wanted to get, she didn't know.

"The arms smuggling case at the dock, the case at the Military General Hospital three months ago." Fu Rongheng said indifferently, "I want everything Fu Jingshen has done."

There were green bamboos planted in the courtyard, but he didn't care much about raising them. He only cared about them when he thought about it occasionally. Whether he lived or died depended on his fate. There were few people and he was weak-minded. There were too few things he wanted to keep.

Chu Jinan felt that he was not afraid of anything.

Feng Lingzhi also knew that the Fu family's roots were criss-crossed, and everyone was not simple. Mr. Fu was still alive and in power, and a single move could affect the whole body.

A hoarse voice slowly came from the landline in the living room.

"Let Zhou Ke drive you and help you get it to your house."

The sky was dim, cloud shadows were lingering, the wind blew, and the bamboo leaves rustled. The two stood facing each other, and Fu Rongheng let go of her hand.

Feng Lingzhi reported the recent military affairs to Fu Rongheng. After a long discussion, Fu Jingshen was mentioned again.

In April, the flowers planted in the courtyard are blooming more and more gorgeously, and the fragrant fragrance fills the air, enchanting and gorgeous.

"Getting married?" His voice drifted through the night, and no one could hear it.

"Whatever it is inconvenient for Fourth Master to do, I will do it for you." He said coldly, with a firm look on his face.

Seeing that the light would stay on all night again, the elderly housekeeper made Fu Rongheng a cup of tea and whispered in a low voice: "Miss Chu is back, Fourth Master..."

Tang Mansion.

Without waiting for Chu Jinan to answer.

Chu Jinan didn't know if he was surprised.

Fu Rongheng twirled his fingers: "He can't die now."

"What do you think I'm afraid of?"

If we want to truly open up the economic network and long-term peace of Zhongji Province, the situation of Huidi Province must be firmly in the hands of Fu Rongheng.

"If this person is not eliminated, there will be trouble in the future."

Huicou Province surrounds Zhongji Province, and the army repeatedly harasses the borders of Zhongji Province, clearly showing its intent to invade.

Chu Jinan frowned, said goodbye to him, and said see you next time.

In the past few years, the housekeepers who have been around Fu Rongheng have noticed it. Even saying he is busy is a compliment to Fu Rongheng. He pushes himself too hard.

"Feng Lingzhi is Fourth Master Fu's right-hand man. If you want to become the powerful person in Beicheng, you must first get rid of Fourth Master Fu's sword. Either he dies or you let him be used by you..."

Fu Rongheng took her out of the study and stopped.

If he is not in this position, someone will push him down.

There is a map of Zhongji Province on the desk in the study room. Every place circled with a red pen has piles of bones.

at the same time.

Logically speaking, with such a position above ten thousand people, he should have peace of mind, but he never stops for a step. Every decision he makes is quickly pushing Zhongji Province forward, taking precautions and taking the lead.

In some places, a cold air spreads, sweeping through Beicheng silently.

Okay, know the answer.

The weather in Beicheng is getting warmer day by day.

Fu Rongheng stood under the eaves of the corridor and looked into the distance. He fell into deep thought for a long time. No one knew what he was thinking. From a distance, his figure was as tall and cold as a distant mountain. It was daunting. Once he entered the painting, all his obscure and bright thoughts were lost.

After the troubled times.

Chu Jinan looked at the sky in the distance and found that they had been talking for a long time: "The gramophone..."

After a long while, he turned around and went back.

He should.

…

Fu Rongheng whispered: "Busy."

The cold winter is a thing of the past.

"Didn't the young lady say that she was going to visit Miss Chu today? Why haven't you gotten up yet? Are you trying to be lazy?"

"Okay, let's go back."

"The antiques sent by the old house two days ago are sent to Chu Mansion. Mr. Chu loves antiques."

Late at night, Fu Jingshen held the phone with a smile on his face: "Then I wish us a happy cooperation. After everything is done, I will give you what you want as agreed."

"The family and the country are still undecided..."

What did Chu Jinan think of: "Can you give me the Yuguang song record?"

Today, Huipei Province is in chaos among the parties, separated by four parties, corpses litter the railway station, and the people are in dire straits. A former high-ranking official was assassinated not long ago due to civil strife, and the political system is extremely disunified.

The light in the study room stayed on for a long time.

"Know how to save the country." Fu Rongheng uttered a sentence, "We have to beat him down."

The housekeeper was stunned for two seconds: "Mr. Chu actually doesn't..." Oh, Miss Chu likes it.

The dim and floating light and shadow extended all the way forward, and finally disappeared into the edge of night. I don't know when a half-moon rose on the horizon.

"Why are you so tired, Fourth Master?" the housekeeper sighed.

he asked back.

Feng Lingzhi left.

Chu Jinan was a little depressed and half-jokingly said: "Kick me out after we finish talking about business. Fourth brother, can you be more polite?"

There are many people who respect him and even more people who want to kill him. Now, Fu Rongheng can no longer go back.

Fu Rongheng did not talk about this, and slowly looked at the map. It was slightly cool in the middle of the night, and the lights were out, but it became cold again. After an unknown period of time, he seemed to think of something and mentioned it casually.

There are probably some people who are born with such courage.

"I found it for you." Fu Rongheng narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Of course it's yours."

The maid opened the layers of red curtains with a smile. Suddenly, the sleeping person lying on the bed screamed and sat up: "Ah!"

As the central city of Zhongji Province, Beicheng is becoming increasingly prosperous. It is a foreign land ten miles away in troubled times, and it also contains deeper hidden dangers and crises.

The housekeeper really didn't understand what the head of the family was thinking. He was young and had the autocracy of ancient emperors and was suspicious of him. He didn't know who he was following.

That figure quickly disappeared into the courtyard, like a butterfly passing away in the spring breeze, taking away its vitality, and the courtyard returned to its former tranquility and solemnity.

"The master and his wife are still looking forward to your early marriage."

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" the maid asked stammeringly.

It took Tang Hanting a while to come back to her senses and said gloomily: "It's okay."

She had that dream again!

I dreamed about a scene where I was shot through the heart by a bullet two years ago when I was still on the set.

In the dream, I couldn't tell whether I was dying as an actor, or whether I was actually dying as a character in the play.
Chapter completed!