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

   Chapter 182 Lord Hou, he was caught by the beauty outside the room 72

   "When did you come here?" he asked.

   "Just here, looking for you." Meng Tangan was curious, "What are you talking about?"

  Xie Xun didn't think about how to tell Meng Tangan, especially when she thought about her eyes that day, in the end, he casually said, "It's nothing, it's just business."

   "I hear what you're looking for..."

   "What is it? I'll help you!" Meng Tangan stepped forward with a clear voice.

   "You can't help." He lowered his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes darkened, his fingers pressed against the woman's forehead, "It's cold, go back."

"Oh."

   Meng Tangan followed him in obediently, happily talking about a lot of things, but she couldn't see how she was crying alone last night.

   Xie Xun didn't know where she got so many words, but there was something uncomfortable in her heart, and she even responded more than before.

   Meng Tangan's smile became brighter and sneer in her heart.

   She has never seen such a rush to find abuse.

   It’s okay to lose it.

   is a great gift.

  30 This night, Xie Xun was staying at Chu Yuju. The wind was very strong. No one knew about it except for Xu Beihou's mansion. It was inconvenient to stay on the first day of the new year.

  Xu is because of that night on the 30th, Meng Tangan became more attached to Xie Xun, and he showed his care and admiration without hesitation, and the relationship between the two was unprecedentedly peaceful.

That night, when Xie Xun was taking a bath, Meng Tangan hung his outer clothes on the shelf next to him. A small thing fell out. She reached out and picked it up and found that it was a bone whistle that she had seen in Bai'anshan before. took two glances.

   "Xunlang, your stuff..."

  Xie Xun raised his eyes and looked over, his eyes fixed.

   "Don't touch."

   The voice was a little cold.

   Meng Tangan was stunned, he had come over and took the black bone whistle from her hand.

   "Is it important to you?"

   "Not important."

   Xie Xun put away the bone whistle.

   "It's not important, don't let me touch it..." Meng Tangan whispered, puffing her face.

  Xie Xun didn't coax her this time, and said lightly, "You go out first."

"You're angry?"

   "No." Xie Xun was still the same, calm and calm, but Meng Tangan always felt that there was something in his smile that made it difficult to see and understand.

   Meng Tangan was also a little angry: "It just fell off, I'll help you pick it up, why are you mad at me!"

  Xie Xun was in a slightly bad mood and arrogant temperament. It was impossible to expect him to apologize. He was silent for a second or two, his thin lips were slightly pulled, and his voice was flat: "Tangtang, be obedient."

   Meng Tang turned around angrily and left.

  Xie Xun stood alone in the bedroom, leaning against the wall, looking down and playing with the cold bone whistle in his hand, his expression unclear.

   After a long while, he went out and left Chu Yuju.

   "There has been rumors about Gao Pengshan." Yang Zhihua whispered.

   "Keep an eye on Liang Jian."

"OK."

   He said coldly, "Meng Tangan."

"what?"

  Xie Xun walked in the snowy night, without looking back, his tone was calm: "During this time, follow her and don't let her find out."

   Yang Zhihua was dumbfounded.

   What does this mean?

  Honestly Bajiao: "About Miss Meng's life experience, it's strange to say, it's too clean, I specially sent someone to go to Jiangnan, and I've looked for old people more than ten years ago, but I can't remember."

   "After inquiring from many sources, she seems to have been in Tianmeng Village when she was a child, and someone has been sent to verify it."

   "Tianmeng Village?" Half of Xie Xun's face was in the shadows, and he said, "What a coincidence."

  Tianmeng Village, besides Gaopeng Mountain, is another place where grain and grass may be stored privately.

   "Keep checking." He patted the snow on his shoulder.

   Lord Hou is suspicious of Miss Meng?

   But isn't this the person by his bedside!

"it is good."

   "Look at the recent winds, I will go to Gaopeng Mountain in a few days."

   "It's too dangerous! No way, there's been a lot of chaos in Gao Pengshan recently, you go at this time..."

   "Because of chaos, we can go."

   While they were talking, the Third Prince's Mansion.

   "Something happened." Someone hurried in and said something.

  Liang Jian stood up abruptly.

   After a while, we went to the Lin Mansion.

   went too hastily and accidentally bumped into someone.

   "Are you okay?"

   The man shook his head.

  Liang Jian glanced at her and felt a little familiar: "Are you the slave beside Lin Han?"

   Cong Lian said softly, "I have seen the third prince."

  Liang Jian nodded, strode forward, and did not stay.

   Cong Lian stood there, staring at his back for a long time.

   The passer-by urged: "What are you doing? Hurry up and work!"

   From this day to the next seven days, Xie Xun never came to Chu Yuju again. This was something that had never happened before, especially in the past few days, the two of them have been very good.

   Cha Qiu was worried.

   The way of getting along with them is that they have a small quarrel for three days and a big fight for five days. She is really worried about which day a crack will really appear, and it will be hard to recover.

   "Girl, you know the temperament of Lord Hou, but he is not forgiving. If you obey him, this matter will be over."

   "Why do I have to accommodate him every time?"

   Every time, she is retreating and compromising.

  Zha Qiu was silent and said softly, "Some things are destined to be unequal."

   Meng Tangan wanted to kiss the baby and hold it high, her face hidden, and she was immersed in her own script.

   "At this hour, Lord Hou should be leaving Dali Temple soon."

   After being quiet for a while, Meng Tang angrily tugged at Cha Qiu's sleeve and asked sadly, "Am I looking good now?"

  Zha Qiu laughed: "It looks good, the girl is the best looking."

   She brought a cloak to the girl and draped it over her shoulders. A person who is usually pure and simple, when put on a bright red cloak, looks different and delicate, like an angel.

  Dali Temple, solemn and solemn.

   The woman with ink hair and red shirt, cloak fluttering in the wind, falling snow, standing in the ice and snow, a pair of autumn ink pupils looking at the direction not far away.

  The guards refused to let Meng Tangan in, and refused to pass the message. She could only stand outside and wait. It took more than half an hour before someone came out.

Her eyes brightened, she stood on tiptoe subconsciously, looked nervously and nervously, her body was a little stiff from the cold, and even the fingertips hidden in her sleeves were frozen blue, her joints were delicate and white, and she carefully handed it to her. Sigh on lips.

   It was a young man who came out. He looked young, dressed in sternness, wearing a navy blue robe. His profile was cold and ruthless, with a bit of blood.

   Not Xie Xun.

   Meng Tangan pursed her lips, her eyelashes fell, and she looked away.

   There was a long distance and there was a huge snowfall. Shaoqing of Dali Temple walked out, subconsciously lowered his eyes and looked sharply.

  The figure in the distance is slender and weak, wearing a red cloak, it is the daughter's home, the hem of the clothes is blown by the wind, the snow is falling on the shoulders, looking charming, frowning with sorrow, tender and affectionate, and slow.

   Slim and graceful, with a full waist and a coquettish disease, standing in the white world, as if the wind blows.

   The wide bright red hood was buckled on the top of his hair, and the soft snow-white fox fur surrounded his skin, almost covering his palm-sized face.

  ——A delicate and good life offering.

   Pei Yanzhi couldn't see what she looked like, but felt that she should not appear in such a place.

   Clear eyebrows, cold voice: "Who is that?"

   (end of this chapter)