The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  Chapter 947 Old things of the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 43

  After saying goodbye to Liang Shangjun and following the middle-aged man to the theater garden, Chu Jin'an was still a little uncertain. In her impression, the fourth brother was not a person who likes to listen to operas.

   But once he calms down, he is interested in everything. He is not without elegance and style, with idle clouds and wild cranes, and a romantic style in Wei and Jin Dynasties.

  Push open the door, follow the dim lights in the daytime, and see a stage straight ahead. Before the play starts, the audience is already full of spectators, whispering to each other.

  The man led her to the box on the second floor, the most secluded place with the best view, stopped in front of the door, and left.

  Chu Jinan looked down from the second floor, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a colorful cheongsam, which was very familiar, and she frowned subconsciously.

  Tang Hanting? !

  After what happened last time, the two have basically broken up, and the whereabouts of Yupei have not been found out.

   That jade pendant seemed very important to Fu Rongheng, Chu Jinan sighed in his heart.

  She knocked on the door, and she was let in inside. Chu Jinan felt a little apprehensive, pushed open the ancient wooden red door, and walked in.

  A faint scent of incense floated in the breath, the floor was paved with blue bricks, and there was a quiet curtain. Through the curtain, one could faintly see the figure behind, and whispers that could not be heard clearly.

  Chu Jin'an listened attentively, but couldn't distinguish another voice, so he probably didn't recognize it.

  She lifted the moon-white heavy curtain.

   There were two people sitting by the window, and the tea was fragrant.

  The profile of one of them was caught in the half-bright light and shadow, with long legs crossed, and the vast mountains and rivers behind him seemed to be leaning against the vast mountains and rivers.

  The outside play has begun, and the opera singers sing the Spring and Autumn Festival, which is transmitted to the second floor, making people feel in a trance, like a dream.

  Besides, there are two beauties with warm fragrance and nephrite jade standing quietly on one side, refilling tea for them.

  Chu Jin Anxin missed half a beat. In such an atmosphere, he hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether to make a sound, disturbing the quietness.

   Fortunately, they stopped talking. The person opposite Fourth Master Fu stood up first, and a generous and easy-going voice sounded.

   "Si Ye's people are here, so I won't bother you. See you at the train station later."

  Two seconds later, the other party hummed, and the tone made people taste a bit of sober coolness in a floating dream. The owner of the voice looked at Chu Jin'an.

  Chu Jin'an stood there, keenly grasping the words in the man's words.

  See you later, Fu Rongheng is going to the train station too?

  The man left with a smile, and when he passed by Chu Jinan, he nodded politely to her: "Miss Chu, long time no see."

  Chu Jin'an had met Fu Rongheng by his side when he was young, and he was the mayor of Pingcheng.

   Unexpectedly, the other party still remembered her.

   "Hello." She smiled at him generously.

   "You guys go out too." Fu Rongheng ordered the waiters in the box.

   "Yes." The two opera singers lowered their eyebrows and were full of tenderness. They walked past Chu Jinan with lotus steps, opened the door and left, and there were only the two of them in the room, sitting and standing, not a few meters apart.

   It seemed that she was looking down at him.

  He didn't care, he leaned his face to look at her, his eyes were half-blind, reflected by the gloomy and sad atmosphere in the theater, unexpectedly added a bit of sentimentality.

  The shirt, which is clean and crisp white, falls under the bright red light and shadow of the stage, giving people a trance feeling that life is not resting, and that one sight misses a lifetime.

  The neckline was buttoned neatly, but the sleeves were loosely folded up twice, showing that you are uninhibited in the subtleties.

  The two looked at each other, not in a hurry to speak, to see who would break the silence.

  In and out of the words, babbling and babbling, he sings like him, with a thousand emotions that are hard to tell, and thousands of emotions are on the brows.

  As the saying goes, since ancient times, the king is more fortunate, the beauty is less fortunate, and the grace is shallow, which is a long-lasting singing method.

  Chu Jin'an couldn't stand the silence, she was staring at him all the time, her back was a little stiff, it was clearly a condescending perspective, but she looked away first.

  She cleared her throat and spoke first, breaking the silence in the hall.

  The girl's pearly white skirt was blown by the wind in the hallway, with an old-fashioned look, and her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque.

   "Isn't fourth brother busy today, what did you ask me to do?"

  When Chu Jin'an was speaking, he could still smell the vaguely lingering fragrance of powder and powder in the air, mixed with the ambiguity of resentment, love and infatuation.

  She thought of the scene she saw just now when she came in, and she snorted unconsciously, something upset in her heart, gurgling like overflowing tea, spilling out, everywhere.

  When you listen to opera, you only listen to opera, and you have to invite two people around, because you can’t get enough of it!

  Fu Rongheng didn't move, and first looked down at the time. He leaned back in the chair, his eyelashes swept away, and the black hands on the pocket watch kept passing, reflecting a silent sense of urgency in his eyes.

   There was a snap, and the sound of the watch cover closing was very clear and calm in the box. He closed the watch and said slowly, "Ten minutes."

  Before Chu Jin'an could understand his words, Fourth Master Fu patted his leg with one hand, his tone was calm, and when he looked at her, he was rather depressed and coquettish: "Sit."

  In those eyes, dim shadows are all inside, making people unable to see clearly and fascinated.

   Famous and beautiful flowers are in love with each other, and the king often looks at it with a smile.

  Chu Jin'an pursed his lower lip, his little face wrinkled from being poured with vinegar.

  The last time we met was seven days ago.

  She didn't care what he thought, and went against him, stepping on the old blue bricks step by step, the skirt moved in the sun, and moved to the red sandalwood chair opposite Fu Rongheng.

   Before he could sit down, someone grabbed his wrist, the temperature was cold, and he pulled hard into his arms.

  Chu Jin'an staggered, unable to resist, he was pressed on his lap, and his movements were intimate.

  The window is still half open, and he can see the scene downstairs, so he has no scruples in doing things.

   "Birth with me?" The voice next to her ear asked, her breathing was close to her ear, it was cold and itchy.

"No way." Chu Jin'an denied it, sitting on his lap, with his shoulders touching his chest, he could feel it clearly, almost enveloped by his breath, his whole body tensed up subconsciously, his hands didn't feel right, he didn't know what to do. Look at him in awe.

  Especially when the downstairs is full of spectators, his indifference always gives people a sense of taboo with dry throat.

  Chu Jin'an raised his hand and pushed him, but he didn't push, and his tone unconsciously carried a bit of grievance from his daughter's family, so he wanted to pick him up and let him coax him.

   "It's the fourth brother who is about the same birth date as me. He scolded me seven days ago. I almost thought you didn't recognize anyone."

  At that time, it was a field medical business, and Chu Jinan was the person in charge. There was a small mistake. He came to the hospital for inspection, and he even brought her a lotus paste cake in private.

   "How dare I." Fu Rongheng took a deep look at her, pinched her waist, and said in a neutral tone.

   "You don't want to make an apology, but let the fourth brother do something."

  In hindsight, I didn’t take care of her face. It was really too much. I confessed to her and asked the guards to bring gifts to her door twice, but was thrown away.

  His articulation, Chu Jinan rested in his arms, he could hear his chest vibrate, and half of his body collapsed.

   She didn't want to lose the wind, she lowered her head and thought for a while, staring at the buttons on his white shirt at close range, the perspective moved down, and it was the hand on her waist.

   I'm a little distracted.

  (end of this chapter)