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

   Chapter 151 Lord Hou, he was caught by the beauty outside the room 41

   "Don't call me that in the future."

   "Okay, Xu Beihou."

   I cried hard a few days ago, and my voice is still hoarse, which is another kind of hook.

   She called Xunlang a lot that day.

  Xie Xun stared at her, wanted to say something, but didn't say anything, walked to the soft couch and sat down.

   tapped the table with slender fingers: "I heard they say you haven't been out of the house?"

   "It's not Tang An's home after all, don't dare to be presumptuous." Meng Tangan stood in front of him.

  Xie Xun raised his eyebrows coldly: "Is the Lin Mansion your home?"

   "Brother Lin raised me..."

   She was interrupted by Xie Xun before she could finish her words, with a terrifying tone: "Don't let me hear this name from your mouth in the future."

   Meng Tang sneered in peace, can't stand it anymore? He insisted on dancing on the thunder point of Xie Xun's grave, looked at him suspiciously, and was puzzled: "Why?"

   Xie Xun wanted to explain to her that he was the only one who gave orders: "I don't like it."

   Meng Tangan pursed her lips, her long eyelashes drooped down, her eyebrows were clear, her expression was low, and she seemed a little embarrassed.

  Xie Xun was a little annoyed seeing her like that.

  What is Lin Zhengyuan?

   Worth her mentioning again and again?

  's good mood vanished, he indifferently grabbed the woman's slender wrist and pulled her into his arms.

  Meng Tangan was unprepared, and stumbled onto Xie Xun's body, subconsciously leaning against his shoulder, looking up at him.

   The temperature on his body is slightly cool, and the light fragrance and coolness are also attractive. His eyebrows are arrogant and his eyes are deep. When he is looking at people, he is afraid to look directly.

   Meng Tangan subconsciously wanted to get up, but was restrained even more severely, her slender fingers pinched her chin.

  Xie Xun looked down at the plain white face, raised her face with a free hand, the touch under the fingertips was delicate and soft, the temperature that belonged only to her daughter's home.

   "Meng Tangan."

   He gave a low laugh, but there was not much warmth, and the smile was not as close to the bottom of his eyes: "Have you forgotten who you are now?"

  Meng Tangan fell into his arms. This posture of being controlled by others was a bit uncomfortable, but she couldn't break free. With one hand in the other's grasp, she could only look up at him, innocently.

   "You pinch me."

   "Don't interrupt." Xie Xun didn't want to eat her, "Your thoughts are useless to me."

   "Then Hou Ye think, who should I belong to?"

   Meng Tangan simply hooked Lang Jun's neck, smiling happily, his eyes curved and shining.

   The sweet and greasy scent of her daughter poured into Xie Xun's breath, his eyes darkened, his chattering and laughing, with an unspeakable toughness: "My woman."

   "There are many women in Xu Beihou, but Tang An doesn't want to be one of the many." Her tone was delicate and her eyes were clear.

   "Ambition is not small."

   "Thanks for the compliment." Meng Tangan's eyebrows were humble, but his tone was not, with a full smile, the white sleeves slipping down to reveal a white wrist.

"Every girl has its own merits, what do you use to make Ben Hou choose you only?" Xie Xun casually patted her face, his movements ambiguous but cold, like teasing cats and dogs strayed by the roadside, "Just based on this picture Face?"

   "It's me." Meng Tangan smiled slightly, her eyes were full of peach blossoms, and when she looked at him, she seemed to be staring at the lover of the previous life, with a deep affection that stretched for thousands of miles.

  The fragrant aroma lingered in Xie Xun's sleeves, and it turned into a cold and cold: "You are not qualified to negotiate conditions with me."

   The next second, a soft kiss suddenly landed on the lips!

   Soft, warm, sweet and fragrant, along Xie Xun's lip line.

   Meng Tangan took the initiative to kiss him, without closing his eyes, his eyelashes trembled, and in Xie Xun's indifferent eyes, he said innocently: "Langjun give me a chance, Tangan will not let you down."

  Langjun.

   The title of a wife to her husband.

   Meng Tangan really has the ability to hook Xie Xun emotionally.

  The temperature is hot, ambiguous and happy.

   He met the pair of peach blossom eyes at close range, and a charming smile came into his eyes. Under the white shirt was the woman's looming collarbone.

   He watched it for a few seconds, leaning on the couch lightly, his eyes were bottomless, and he finally moved.

   He grabbed the back of the woman's slender and snowy neck with one hand as if it was ferociously, and unceremoniously plundered every inch of her breath!

   The strength of anti-customer-based.

  Forcing Meng Tangan to almost suffocate, he was forced to cater, and soon lost his strength and fell into his arms, with misty moisture in his eyes and tears.

   "Many minds, but people are quite soft."

  Xie Xun lazily rubbed his fingertips on her lips, his movements were a bit frivolous, and he gave a low smile.

   The look of the other party's eyes gleaming red and unable to answer came into his eyes, and he felt that Meng Tangan in this scene was more pleasing to the eye than ever.

   "No matter how much you think, it's just because you admire Xu Beihou."

   Meng Tangan said seriously.

  Xie Xun didn't have the heart to talk about admiration or not admiration with her here. This kind of topic was not of much interest to him. His knuckled fingers were hooked on her belt, and he could easily get it when he pulled it.

   was held down by Meng Tangan.

   "No." Her hand was on his.

  Xie Xun looked at her and said coldly, "Israel waiter, reject me?"

   Meng Tangan looked at him with satisfaction, his eyes were pure and sincere at a certain moment, and his voice was clear.

   "You marry me, upright, three times and nine kowtows."

  Xie Xun paused, smiling faintly.

   He didn't expect Meng Tangan to say such a thing.

   Bold and ambitious.

   Even if Xie Xun liked Meng Tangan again, he never thought of welcoming her as a wife.

   What's more, he naturally didn't like Meng Tangan much.

   At most, just need a woman.

   "Meng Tang'an." Xie Xun turned his jade finger, "It's boring."

   Meng Tangan's eyelashes seemed to have been burned, but she still stared at him stubbornly. Her words were clear and loud: "I don't ask for eight to carry a large sedan chair and ten miles to wear red makeup, but I must be married by a clear match and be happy with each other."

  Xie Xun looked at her, his eyes were light, without much anger, he pulled out his hand inch by inch.

   "Before you didn't have rules, I didn't care about you. But from now on, don't say this kind of nonsense in front of me."

   His tone was calm, a warning, an order.

   Meng Tang'an's tongue was a little astringent. Looking at Xu Beihou's indifferent appearance, he was quiet for a long time, and asked softly, "What a mess?"

"otherwise?"

   Xie Xun hated the most when someone put on a show in front of him, he didn't know how high the sky was.

   He likes interesting and obedient people. If Meng Tangan is sensible, he doesn't mind giving her glory and wealth.

   But she is the most ignorant.

   All thoughts, trampled on, are worthless.

   The atmosphere was so quiet that he could hear his own breathing, Meng Tangan looked up at him.

   He is always smiling, full of romance, but also ruthless. He seems to love the world loosely, but he is actually more ruthless than anyone else.

  Thousands of fat and powder flavors lingered, and there was no movement at all.

   "So you..." Meng Tangan's lips moved, and it was so difficult to pronounce words, as if a knife was churning in her throat, "Do you want me to be an outer chamber?"

   Nameless and untitled, let people be ridiculed.

   (end of this chapter)