Chapter 924 Old events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic 20

Fu Rongheng seemed to move, which frightened Chu Jinan so much that his heart tightened and reached his throat. He didn't dare to look at him too much and quickly straightened up as if nothing had happened.

She paused for two seconds, her heart still beating like a rabbit, and she pursed her lips, feeling like there was some breath left on them.

Chu Jinan didn't want to leave just like that, so he tried to calm down his turbulent emotions, carefully straightened Fu Rongheng's glasses, and patted his shoulder with a little force to wake him up.

"Fourth brother."

The study was so quiet that I could hear the breathing of two people.

The latter slowly opened his eyes.

The eyes behind the silver lenses were bottomless. Under the flickering light, Chu Jinan and I looked at each other for a moment.

Chu Jinan jumped into the abyss of his eyes, as if he was drowning in the cruel and affectionate emotion that would never be recovered.

I forgot to say anything I had prepared for the moment, and my heartbeat was as loud as a drum.

Fu Rongheng raised his head slightly, took off his glasses, and placed them on the desk. When he saw her, he didn't show much unexpected emotion. His voice was low and tired, which was particularly exciting in the middle of the night: "Sit down."

"Um?"

"I see you fell asleep just now. Have you been busy recently?"

"I know you're busy, so there's no need for you to call someone."

"I just met Jin An. She told me that you were so tired that you fell asleep. She asked me not to let you do things alone all the time. This child cares about you. I can't refute her kindness. How about you do it tonight?

Stay at the old house and get some rest early."

Fu Rongheng unbuttoned two shirt buttons, his brows were serious but restrained. Inadvertently, the back of his hand brushed against his thin lips, leaving residual warmth.

"I know, fourth brother, take care of yourself too."

"Come and return your clothes."

She was afraid that Fu Rongheng would ask again, so she quickly changed the subject: "How about I massage your shoulder? I'm a medical student and I can relieve your fatigue."

Fu Rongheng stared at her for a moment, then withdrew his gaze and returned to his usual cold expression: "Come on."

"Chu Jin'an."

Fu Rongheng did not see her off, but leaned against the back of the chair. When the girl walked to the door, he suddenly spoke and read her name between his thin lips.

Maybe it was because he had done something unkind, but Chu Jinan never dared to look directly into his eyes, his heart was pounding wildly. He didn't know if it was because of a man's chaos, or because the sound of rain was responded to, so he pretended to be calm.

Chu Jinan didn't understand what he meant.

"Chu Jin'an."

"Fu Rongheng."

Chu Jinan's tense mood relaxed as he spoke, and he felt a little inexplicable loss.

She served him a bowl of soup, asked him to remember to drink it, and then walked out.

"I just didn't sleep."

He looked at her under the light, her outline half-bright, and the vast mountains and rivers behind her.

She pointed to the mung bean soup on the table, "Auntie said you were discussing business with your father and asked me to bring it to you."

Fu Rongheng hummed, raised his finger and rubbed the center of his brow: "Just leave it there."

There was silence for a while.

His eyes had a sense of storytelling, and Chu Jinan vaguely felt that he had missed something, but he couldn't explain it, and his heart was in a state of confusion.

There was silence for a short time, neither of them spoke.

He has a cold word, solemn voice, and has always been inhumane and oppressive. But now, late at night, he has a different kind of warmth under indifference.

Chu Jin'an clenched it tightly again, the slightly hard edges touching the palm of his hand, and turned back to look in the direction of Fu Mansion.

"I am extremely happy to relieve my fourth brother's fatigue."

"Oh." Chu Jinan asked, "Will it be comfortable?"

"My driver will see me off, so I'll go back first. You can rest early."

"Um?"

When I first met you, I noticed that you were unpredictable. Later, you turned out to be ruthless.

What would it be like to kiss such a cold-hearted person?

Like blasphemy.

The slender bones will make clicking sounds as they move, and even the slightly protruding veins are extremely controllable. His thin lips are lightly pulled, and he jokes coldly: "Will I see you next time?"

Once I'm used to such quietness, I sometimes feel a sense of restraint, maybe feeling a little out of breath.

Chu Jinan smiled, with a delicate and soft face. Seeing the curve of the corner of his mouth, he thought of the touch just now that was not a kiss, just like drinking ice.

"It's okay." Fu Rongheng asked, "Have you just arrived?"

She turned her back to him and couldn't see his expression clearly. She turned around and the light was bright: "What's wrong?"

Fu Rongheng nodded: "Someone will come to the study in a while."

"The road ahead is long."

She calmed down, as if nothing had happened, raised the coat in her arms, and smiled brightly, as bright as the sun.

Through the thin shirt, Chu Jinan could feel the hardness of his shoulders. Looking down, he could also see the rise and fall of his collarbone with his breathing.

She slowly moved her fingers downward.

It's hard to see the light in the long night, and the cold wind is blowing.

The slender and thin figure appears in the picture of April, with long black hair scattered behind her, and earrings on her fair earlobes, the color of which is like cinnabar-like red beans. This thing is the most lovesick.

Chu Jinan left the Fu Mansion and walked alone on the deserted street, her skirt flying like a moon ship, swaying back and forth, the moonlight was soft and bright.

It is difficult to discern its meaning, and it is difficult to abandon its sentiment.

Chu Jinan sighed: "If Tang stays, people can leave. Is that what you mean?"

Chu Jinan stopped and listened to his ears. He always felt that those three words had some other meaning, extending into April something strange and confusing.

In the past, Fu Rongheng would only call her by her full name when he was annoyed or unhappy with her.

"No need." Fu Rongheng wiped the lenses and framed the silver wire glasses on the bridge of his nose.

I have been with him for twenty-one years, so why worry about the next few years.

When Fu Zhenshan came back, he saw the mung bean soup on the table and smiled.

She frowned, exhaled, and spread her hands.

"Drink it now, it will cool down later."

"Beicheng is not at peace, so don't go out."

Chu Jinan paused for a moment, and her lips began to feel hot again. She licked them uncomfortably, her lips were soft and soft, and her pear dimples were slightly sunken: "Yes."

He called her name twice tonight.

From the little thing in memory to the tall and graceful one.

Lying quietly in the palm of his hand was a military cufflink, the cold metal temperature staining his body temperature. Like a stolen kiss, the coldness of the night quickly hit him, and the temperature dissipated little.

She walked around behind him and pressed his shoulders, using a gentle yet powerful force.

After Chu Jinan left, the light in the study was blown out by the wind. There was only one person leaning on the back of the chair, his side face in shadow, and he fell into deep thought for a long time.

Fu Rongheng stretched his fingers and buttoned the top button of his shirt. The metal button had a noble and mysterious texture.

"Do you understand me so well?" He squinted his eyes, and his voice was almost hoarse. The second half of the sentence was an explanation to her, "Let Zhou Ke take you back."

"That's enough." Fu Rongheng held her wrist.

Except for the four years apart, Fu Rongheng has seen all her growth.

The fourth master of the Fu family, business matters belong to the world, and as for personal matters, they are hers.

At the same time, the beautiful spring scenery in the guest room of Fu Mansion could not hide the mess.

The cheongsam was scattered all over the floor, and the embroidered peonies, although gorgeous, seemed to have been soaked and destroyed by the wind and rain.

"Are you still calling me Fourth Brother?" Fu Jingshen chuckled, "Miss Tang."
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