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

   Chapter 145 Lord Hou, he was caught by the beauty outside the room 35

   "Didn't you say admiration not long ago?" Xie Xun hugged her and strode forward, with a calm expression and eyes like sharp knives, looking directly at her.

  Meng Tangan was dazed and dazed, breathing disorderly, complaining in a hoarse voice, like a boudoir girl accusing her sweetheart of the crimes one by one.

   "You don't like me, you have a bad temper, you are not good to me, and you left me alone on the mountain. What should I do if I am in danger."

   "Didn't you want me to go?" Xie Xun's voice was very light.

   "Then won't you coax me?"

   The woman's eyes are very red, and the tip of her nose is also, like a snow-white rabbit who is full of grievances, even the most beloved carrot has been swept away, pulling her ears.

  Xie Xun laughed angrily, not understanding how she could ask such a thing.

   It’s really hard to raise women and villains.

   "A strong word." He snorted, "I won't care about you this time."

  Meng Tangan leaned in his arms wearily, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, his black hair fluttered in the air, and there were still wet tears on his face.

   "It took so long to see me, do you know, know... I miss you so much..."

   The voice was a little vague and choked at the end. It was broken in the cold wind, full of grievances, but Xie Xun captured it for real.

   He froze for a moment, staring at the stunningly beautiful face, the tears that touched the corners of his eyes, his long eyelashes lowered, covering the emotions in his eyes, and said for a while.

   "This time it's the Marquis' fault."

   "I don't like you anymore." Meng Tangan puffed up, closed his eyes, and buried it in his heart.

   Xie Xun's heartbeat suddenly stopped for a moment.

  Knowing that what she said was angry, the uncontrollable anger still rushed up, and even the eyes were a little gloomy, pinching her chin with one hand and forcibly raising Meng Tangan's eyes.

   "Take back your words."

   Meng Tangan was stunned for a few seconds, stared at him, realized that he had been murdered, and immediately had red eyes: "You murdered me again."

  Xie Xun felt a little irritable in his heart. When he met that face, he finally let go of his hand and said coldly, "Don't let Ben Hou listen to this kind of thing a second time."

   "If you don't like me, I can't help but like you?" Meng Tangan complained.

  Xie Xun's expression was indifferent, he looked forward, and hummed indifferently.

  Meng Tangan got even more angry and shouted: "Xie Xun big bastard!"

   Xie Xun doesn't care, she can say whatever she wants.

   Just don't say that.

   Meng Tangan finally said that he was tired and was quiet for a while, then suddenly tugged at his sleeve.

  's little face was pale, and the peach blossoms of the spring and March bloomed at the end of his eyes, and he said blankly, "Xie Xun, I'm so uncomfortable..."

  's voice was choked up, revealing the softness and coquettishness unique to Jiangnan women, like a good peach blossom that had been drunk all day, falling on his ears and hooking people's hearts.

   "Aren't you **** now?"

   "You know **** me."

  Xie Xun looked down, the hair of the person in his arms was messy, and tears welled up in his eyes.

   The sleeves of the wide coat slipped, and Xue greasy's wrists became more and more shocking, and the fingers were long and trembling, with light colors.

  Icy fingers landed on Meng Tangan's forehead, the temperature under his palm was scorching hot, Xie Xun's eyes sank, Yin and dangerous, and rolled with rage.

  No one knows better than Xie Xun what medicine Meng Tang is in.

   As the cold temperature fell, Meng Tangan moved like some kind of small animal, with peach blossom eyes, stirring a pool of water, her cheeks were thin red, her white teeth were lightly parted, and she was crying.

   "You hug me."

  Xie Xun took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, not letting his rage burn his senses, his eyes were cold and his pace quickened.

   Meng Tangan almost lost consciousness, his body became more and more uncomfortable, and his movements were out of control.

  Xie Xun couldn't avoid it, and it came into view, almost gnashing his teeth and threatening in a low voice: "If you dare to make trouble again, I will throw you out."

   He carried someone to a house he had bought outside.

Xie Xun doesn't come here often on weekdays, and occasionally rests here for a night. When the servants saw Xu Beihou who was striding forward, just as they were about to salute respectfully, they saw that he was still holding a woman in his arms. Involuntarily stunned!

   was a little horrified, but only had time to glimpse a bright red color, and hurriedly bowed his head and saluted, not daring to take a second look.

  Xie Xun had no expression on his face, he held the person firmly, stepped into the inner room, put the person on the couch, and said coldly to the outside world.

   "Prepare cold water!"

   When the servants heard the words, they were trembling and did not dare to say more, and vaguely realized that the weather here might change in the future...

   Don't dare to delay, and hurried to prepare cold water.

  The bedroom is exquisitely furnished and expensive, showing traces of life, quite loose and very pyrotechnic.

  The slender figure stood in front of the couch, the red hem of the clothes overlapped and tangled, making it impossible to tell who was who.

   "Xie Xun..."

   She cried and murmured his name, the words were full of affection, and she took the initiative to look up, unfamiliar and timid.

   His breath was filled with the sweet and fragrant aroma that belonged to her, Xie Xun's light and cloudless movements suddenly froze, his fingers on his side tensed and his veins burst out.

   "Xie Xun." Meng Tang'an's eyes were curved, like peach blossoms, three thousand blue silk scattered, and the red wedding dress with black hair was charming and affectionate, and the joy of smiling at him, endless affection, made Chang'an night bright lights prosperous.

   She whispered: "I adore you."

   seems to be begging and bewitching.

  Xie Xun has always been in a high position, not close to women. Rao is that Chang'an City galloping horses, full of red sleeves, and never moved.

   He hates the love of his daughter, and he doesn't like the fragrance of his daughter.

   Never thought that one day someone would take the initiative to send it, whispering his name.

   At that moment, there was an almost crazy impulse.

   "Meng Tangan." The indifferent and hoarse voice fell, no longer as lazy and noble as before, word by word, full of extremes.

   I can't wait to cut the bones and merge into the flesh and blood. The amputated waist and limbs under the palms are pitiful, as if they will break if they are broken, and there is no convergence at all.

  Xie Xun's brows were the same as before, and the brush and ink on the brows were hooked and raised, which was a picture that was unparalleled in the world. The fresh clothes were angry and arrogant. At this moment, the red clothes were close at hand.

"You asked for it."

   He has never been a gentleman, he wants what he wants and doesn't care about others.

   Meng Tang'an's brows and eyes were dazzling, and the scenery of the lake and mountains was dazzling, and the immortal meaning of Qingdai was dyed by every inch.

   Depends loudly, as if Xie Xun is her heart, her heaven.

   "Xunlang..."

   "Xunlang..."

   The voice line is swaying.

  Meng Tangan vaguely saw the eyes that were close at hand, Xu Beihou, who was always arrogant and noble, had a different appearance.

   Her eyes were lost, and she thought to herself that the rumors in the market were also somewhat reasonable. Xie Xun did indeed have a good appearance.

   Under the long eyelashes, Xie Xun's eyes were sharp and narrow, like a cluster of Xiangshui water, like a smile that was swirling with affectionate romance, but after all, it was nothing but false.

   "Huaijing." He said calmly and hoarsely, "My words."

   Xie Xun.

   Xie Huaijing.

   means to be sincere.

  Youthful, in the skin and bones.

   (end of this chapter)