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

   Chapter 137 Lord Hou, he was caught by the beauty outside the room 27

  Xie Xun was indifferent: "Let Brother Lin carry you away."

  Meng Tangan stared at him and smiled: "I think Xu Beihou is more like Pan'an than Brother Lin, and he is more majestic. His eyes... are looking at him."

   Her voice was a little low, delicate and soft, hooked to the core, and her tone was somewhat unclear.

  Xie Xun could understand her words, but just listening to the tone, he always felt that it was not a good word, and frowned: "It's useless to flatter this marquis."

   "Tang An is telling the truth."

  Xie Xun's face, it is best to have red eyes and a lustful look, no longer sober and arrogant, more suitable for obscene lyrics and **** music than anyone else.

   Festive is unbearable, indulge in love.

   fell.

   desire.

   Meng Tangan has some regrets. If there is a chance in the future, she will sing majestic to Xie Xun in front of his grave every day.

  The silence in the mountains and forests was so silent that only the sound of footsteps remained. Meng Tangan followed him with difficulty, and Xie Xun walked fast, without any sympathy for her.

   The pain in her ankle was severe, her eyes were red from the pain, and she dared to pull the sleeve of the person in front of her.

   Xie Xun paused and gave her a fluttering glance.

  The long eyelashes are deep and deep, the sun shatters into pale gold and outlines a beautiful and arrogant outline, seeing the woman's red eyes like rabbits.

   "I can't hold you, let me die."

   Meng Tangan snorted, and the strength of pulling his sleeves loosened a little, and the fingertips were a little white, like flowers shredded by the wind and rain, and retracted his fingers.

   "Where does it hurt?" Xie Xun paused for a moment and asked irritably.

   "Left foot." Meng Tangan replied immediately, looking at him without blinking.

"Troublesome." Xie Xun held back his temper and pressed the person on the stone beside him, leaned over and half-kneeled, his slender fingers lifted the trousers of the woman's white prison uniform, looked at the bruised and swollen ankle, and pulled his lips, "You are amazing. ."

   "It's not your fault..."

  Xie Xun felt that she was unreasonable: "What does it have to do with Ben Hou?"

   "My feet were swollen when I was with you." Meng Tangan looked at him pitifully.

   Strong words!

   Xie Xun looked at those eyes for two seconds, too lazy to bother with her, and held the ankle.

   The temperature that suddenly touched the skin was cold, which made Meng Tangan shrank subconsciously and withdrew her feet.

   "What are you moving?" Xie Xun used a little strength, his voice was hoarse, and he asked impatiently.

  The skin under the fingertips is soft, and when the trouser legs are rolled up, the woman's slender and straight calves are exposed.

   "It hurts."

  's weak voice made Xie Xun pause.

   Meng Tangan lowered her eyelashes and stopped, quietly looking at the person who was half-kneeling in front of her.

  The sound of the wind carries the coolness of early autumn, the smell of the soil branches and leaves in the forest permeates the breath, and there is a subtle fragrance that is difficult to detect.

  The arrogant and romantic Lord Xie Xiaohou, dressed in red, was half-kneeling there.

   His brows were deep, and his expression was cold and impatient. His long knuckles held her ankles. Perhaps because of his martial arts practice, there were thin calluses on his palms, which made her a little itchy, the temperature was cold, and she couldn't tell the ambiguousness.

   But this ambiguity soon dissipated.

   The other party squeezed her ankle forcefully, and Meng Tangan, who was in pain instantly, burst into tears, peach blossom eyes were pitiful, and she gasped.

   "You tap!"

  Xie Xun glanced at her and said yes, and then in the next second, he squeezed her ankle and twisted it.

   Meng Tangan seemed to hear the sound of bones colliding, her little face was pale, her eyes were red, her tears were a little bit, and she was stunned.

   Tears were falling down, as if he didn't want money, and his voice also carried the squeamishness of the youngest daughter's family, complaining of grievances.

   "Can't you just take it lightly? It hurts to death."

  Xie Xun sneered: "Are you trying to get rid of your feet?"

   He straightened up and said plainly, "Get up when you're done, don't waste my time."

  Meng Tangan fluttered his eyelashes blankly, moved tentatively, and moved again, surprised to find that his ankle really didn't hurt that much.

   was overjoyed and stopped crying.

   The sound is sweet and crunchy.

   "Xu Beihou is really a living doctor."

   is just a wrong bone, and Meng Tangan can tell a posture of robbing people from the gate of hell.

   "Not a single word of truth."

   "Tangan's every sentence is the truth." Meng Tangan got up and followed him.

   A gust of wind swept through the forest, withered leaves fell, and the white hairbands danced around the blue silk, drawing beautiful and vivid arcs in the air.

   "After Hou Ye went out...do you want to go back to Xu Beihou's mansion?" She glanced at him quickly, stared down at the fallen leaves on the ground, kicked the stones with her toes, and asked in a low voice.

"Um."

  Xie Xun answered briefly, Meng Tangan snorted, fingers tucked into his sleeves, the joyful energy just now disappeared again, and followed him slowly, with a strong red hem in his eyes.

   "Then I'm going back..."

   The voice she asked was so soft that she couldn't hear it if she didn't listen carefully. She was still clearly captured by Xie Xun in the forest where only flying birds passed by.

   Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of that pale face, like a weak flower. He didn't like Meng Tangan's unintended meaning, but he didn't like the way she didn't say anything.

   interrupted her words, and I couldn't listen to it patiently, and I didn't like the feeling of being out of control.

   Silence warning.

   "Today's affairs, anyone can do it, don't be sentimental."

   Such clear and audible words slammed into his ears, and the tone of voice did not fluctuate, as it should be.

   To him, she could be a toy in his spare time, a pet to tease, but that was it.

  A humble little maid who is like duckweed wants to cling to the powerful, which is probably a joke in his eyes.

   Meng Tangan licked her dry lips, and said, "Is that so..."

   "It turned out that Tang An thought about it a lot." She had a pair of peach blossom eyes, her smile was bright and innocent, she seemed carefree and childish.

  Xie Xun looked away, calmly: "Don't laugh, ugly."

   Meng Tangan really stopped laughing, kicking stones alone.

  The forest was quiet, except for the sound of footsteps.

   When she was about to walk out of Bai'an Mountain, she suddenly stopped and said softly, "Xu Beihou, let's go ahead."

   "What are you doing?" Xie Xun looked at her coldly.

   Meng Tangan Wentun explained: "I know that I am not worthy of Xu Beihou, and I might be criticized by others, so it is better to avoid suspicion."

  Xie Xun's eyes were cold: "Meng Tangan."

   "The slave is here."

  The woman is soft-spoken, has a good voice, and looks like peach blossoms.

  Xie Xun has never seen such a person.

   "As you do." He flung his sleeves and left, without the slightest expression on his face, glanced at Yu Yi, "Let's go."

   Yu Yi: ? ? ?

   So I am a tool man?

   After watching your love and seeing you quarrel? ?

  Yu Yi has never been so speechless in her life!

  Meng Tangan stopped in place, watching the slender figure gradually walk away, without pausing or looking back, even the back showed an unattainable arrogance.

   She hooked the corners of her lips, the meaning of the smile was unclear, and she walked in the other direction.

   Who knows, I heard the sound of calling for help nearby.

   "Who is here to save your uncle, save your uncle... your uncle."

   (end of this chapter)