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

   Chapter 177 Lord Hou, he was caught by the beauty outside the room 67

   The waist that was leaning against the edge of the icy table was filled with a grip, soft and greasy, the white shirt was cold and thin, and three thousand blue silk was spread down.

   Neck, waist, wrist, ankle.

  Everything is white and slender, and it will break with a little force, revealing a cold and lonely broken.

   "Meng Tang'an, this Marquis said the wrong thing." Xie Xun said hoarsely, with a smile that was not a smile.

   "What?"

   "I do, I will be swayed by desire."

  For example, his first thought when he saw Meng Tangan was to tear her apart.

   "Will Xu Beihou be swayed by Tang An?" Meng Tangan's voice was gentle and captivating.

   "It depends, how long will Tangtang cry tonight."

   The moon is in the middle of the sky, and Xue greasy's wrist is weak.

   On the second day, Meng Tangan didn't get out of bed for almost the whole day, and even stayed on the bed to eat. Xie Xun fed her all the time.

   "It still hurts?"

   "It's all green." Meng Tangan complained, with a red nose and a pitiful hoarse voice.

"Let's take a look." Xie Xun held the woman's ankle and lifted her shirt. Her skin was white, delicate and delicate, and the bruise on her knee was shocking. He frowned, rubbed her lightly, and smiled, "Why? So squeamish."

   "It's more than this pain..." Meng Tangan's clothes were loose, leaning there, she was pitiful, and said angrily, "Xie Xun bastard."

   After such a long time interval, Xie Xun did not know how to restrain himself, but he didn't expect it to be so serious: "Well, I was wrong."

   Meng Tangan really didn't want to talk to him.

   After that, Xie Xun coaxed her for a few days before she changed back to a smiling face.

   This year's New Year came early, and the emperor's birthday soon followed. Chang'an City was decorated with lanterns and lively.

   A few days before the Lunar New Year's Eve, even Chu Yuju had window grilles up, full of fireworks.

   Meng Tang'an was teaching Xie Xun to cut the window grilles. His movements were delicate and clever, and his profile was extraordinarily gentle.

  Xie Xun didn't have so many things to do every time during the festival. As usual, he didn't want to be tossed by Meng Tangan, and he had no patience to hook her hair.

   "What's the use of doing this? Let the next people do it."

   "How can this be the same!" Meng Tangan glared at him and knocked Xie Xun's hand off, "You don't understand at all."

   "Yes, it's my fault again."

  Xie Xun looked at Meng Tangan's actions and didn't understand her being so aggressive, but since she wanted to, Xie Xun would just follow her. They were all little things, harmless, and didn't take it to heart.

   Chu Yuju used to be deserted and quiet in previous years, why is it so lively now?

  Xie Xun is here, and he has such a charming person. It can be said that he is full of lanterns, and he is happy in his heart.

   The servants who served in the bedroom saw this, and involuntarily withdrew.

   In the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, the sky is all white, the cold wind whistling outside the window, tearing the air, and the bedroom is burning with a good charcoal fire, which is as warm as early spring.

   "Does it look good?" Meng Tangan carefully picked up the red paper-cut and showed it to Xie Xun, her eyes were curved and bright, full of joy, hiding her daughter's thoughts, "It's you."

  Xie Xun looked down and saw that the paper-cut was beautiful and vivid, sketching his demeanor, leaning on the red plum, chatting and laughing.

   "Our Tangtang hands are so skillful." He dragged Meng Tangan into his arms and kissed her earlobe.

   Meng Tangan could feel his inattentiveness, pursed his lips, and reached out to push him.

   "You're serious."

   "Isn't this serious enough?" Xie Xun's tone was unclear.

   Meng Tangan obviously thought of something, her cheeks were flushed, and there was a hint of hope in her eyes: "Are you really not learning? I'll teach you."

  Xie Xun could see what she meant and rubbed his jade finger.

   "It's enough for me to see Tangtang, how can I tell other thoughts."

   Even refusal seems to be affectionate.

   Meng Tangan could hear that he was not interested, a little disappointed, and said nothing.

   She was busy, Xie Xun looked at her busy with all his eyes and eyes, and often would not participate, for several days in a row.

   Meng Tangan cut a lot of paper-cuts, all kinds of flowers, plants, portraits and beautiful scenery, and pasted them on the window.

   On the day before 30, when Xie Xun came over, he walked up to him with his hands behind his back and handed him a paper-cut.

   "No, for you."

  The person on the paper-cut looks at the red plum outside the window, and the corners of his eyes and brows are tender.

  Xie Xun was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was her careful thought, took over to play with it, and asked casually, "Why did you think of doing this?"

   "I heard that people who have each other's paper-cuts on New Year's Eve will be together every year, and of course we can't be less."

   Meng Tangan was pure Chicheng, clicked the paper-cut in Xie Xun's hand, and placed another paper-cut on the table.

   "This is yours, this is mine."

  Xie Xun couldn't help but feel a little funny: "Just for this?"

The tone of    was a little scornful, Meng Tangan was annoyed, and glared at him: "What do you mean?"

   "How old are you, how can you still believe it? I'm afraid I was not deceived." Xie Xun put the paper-cut on the table and tapped his fingers.

   "You were deceived! It's true!"

   He looked really angry. Xie Xun didn't expect to annoy her with a single sentence. Although he didn't take it seriously, he swallowed that nonsense in the end.

"Um."

   "It's really spiritual, it will bless people to be united and grow together."

   Meng Tangan was a little sad, and told Xie Xun seriously and stubbornly.

   She rarely speaks like this, and once she does, it is the truth.

When the words    fell in his ears, Xie Xun paused slightly, and hugged the person in his arms: "Who said that?"

   Xie Xun's words sounded fresh, and no one had ever said it in front of him.

  Total whiteheads...

   He never thought about it.

   "Folk custom, I would rather believe what it is than what it does not have. If I am lucky, it will come true?"

  She was born squeamish and weak, like a blooming begonia flower, her eyebrows were full of love, and she was born to be precious and pampered, and was held in the palm of her hand and cared for carefully.

   Those eyes full of satisfaction were all sincere. Xie Xun stared for a moment, avoiding her eyes, not caring, and casually lowered his eyelashes and pinched the woman's face.

   "Better believe me than to believe these."

   He never believed in illusory ghosts and gods, traditional customs, which were optional to Xie Xun and not worth mentioning.

   Meng Tangan couldn't make sense with Xie Xun, so he had to say: "You have to take good care of it, don't lose it."

   "Okay, listen to Tangtang." Xie Xun put the paper-cut into his sleeve, "Are you satisfied?"

   Meng Tangan snorted and was kissed by Xie Xun, struggling to run away: "I'm still busy..."

   This busyness lasted until the evening. She and the servants made a scene. Xie Xun calmly looked at the figure in the distance, wondering what he was thinking.

   It can be seen that Meng Tangan is really happy, and he told him what to do at thirty during dinner.

   "The New Year's Eve will definitely be without dumplings. I'll make them for you tomorrow. I've learned a lot from Qiuqiu, and I won't let you down. We can hang lanterns and set off firecrackers tomorrow, and we'll keep the year old together..."

   "Meng Tangan." Xie Xun suddenly called her name.

   (end of this chapter)