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

   Chapter 280 Aquaman Escape From Marriage vs Tsundere Crematorium 170

   His fingertips touched the edge of the cold window slightly, as if he could outline her outline. After a long silence, he decided in his heart: "Tomorrow... take her back."

   Ying Ming was silent: "Yes."

   He didn't know what happened between Meng Tangan and Xie Xun, and how they got to this point.

   He only knew that she was his little junior sister.

   "...What about you?" He asked such a sentence.

  When the door was opened, Meng Tangan was leaning against the wall in a bored state, her brows and eyes were cold and beautiful, her fairy air was fluttering, and she had a cold-blooded feeling of not caring about anything, a bit cruel and childish.

   When he saw them, his pretty lips twitched.

   "Senior Brother." Then his eyes fell on Xie Xun, and he didn't know how to greet him, so he blurted out naturally, "Hello, Xiao Lang."

   This sentence.

  Xie Xun waited for three years.

   This time, he didn't avoid her eyes, didn't ignore her intentionally, and looked straight at her.

   Meng Tangan was slightly startled.

   He is slender and proud, with a stern and elegant outline, his eyebrows and eyes are not very affectionate in the half-bright light and shadow, and his eyes seem to be sad.

   What is he sad about?

   "It's raining too much, pay attention to your body." Xie Xun smiled at her, as if he used to be arrogant and drink with him.

   That was the last sentence.

   "It's not raining much?" She didn't understand, her eyes were unfamiliar, and she had no affection at all.

  Xie Xun withdrew his gaze and walked downstairs step by step. With every step he took, he fell into the dim light and shadow, getting further and further away from her.

  The rain is still falling, and the night is hazy.

he's gone.

  Yingming felt a little depressed and whispered: "Tangtang, we live here tonight and go home tomorrow."

   "I don't know him, do I?"

   "No." He said, "You don't know each other."

   Meng Tangan suddenly thought of something: "He forgot to hold an umbrella, senior brother, do you have an umbrella?"

   It should be obvious, but he grabbed Meng Tangan's wrist and pushed him into the room: "No."

  It was too late, and the pedestrians in the streets went home one after another, and there was no one there for a long time.

  The rainwater accumulated in the puddles reflected the gray sky, broken and gathered again.

  The town is not big, it only takes half an hour to leave.

  Xie Xun tore down all the notices about her missing along the way, and carefully put them away one by one. The rain wet his fingertips and the temperature was cold. He found a corner for shelter from the rain, lowered his eyes and looked at the person in the portrait quietly.

   Countless.

   How many times have you drawn and posted?

   She didn't see it.

   The rain dripped from the eaves of the corridor and fell on the bluestone street. The night was silent, obscuring all silent emotions.

  Xie Xun looked at the attic in the distance and suddenly smiled.

   It was like catkins blocked the blood vessels, and the long pain tasted the sweetness, and the softness fascinated people.

  I didn't think about disturbing.

   does not intend to entangle.

that's it.

   That memory was probably very bad for her, and it was hard to forget, and he had to stay away from her life.

   Looking at it from a distance, I am very happy.

  -"I want you to go! I want my life to be without the word Xie Xun! I want to never meet you! Can you do it?"

   "Meng Tangan, I did it." Xie Xun leaned against the wall, took the missing person notice in his arms, and smiled at her naturally, with a little pride, "Should you praise me..."

   She wants to be with the one she loves.

   She wants to live a peaceful and happy life without disasters and disasters.

   And what about Xie Xun?

   He was rotten in the past and in his dreams, and he was always with her. During that time, they were always in love.

   This life is enough.

   "Hello." An oil-paper umbrella was propped over him, and the figure in white was as gentle as Jiangnan, "I said you are really strange."

  Xie Xun was stunned, and before she could even react, she grabbed her wrist: "Go back to sleep quickly."

   He froze for two seconds, trying to break free.

   Meng Tangan looked at him: "I want to take revenge on me? Want me to accompany you in the rain?"

  Xie Xun fell silent and let her lead him away, actually being a little obedient.

   "You're too tall." Meng Tangan complained and shoved the oil-paper umbrella into his hand, "If you catch me a cold, I'll be angry."

  Xie Xun almost instinctively held an umbrella for her, but he didn't know what to say.

  …

   Sleepless nights.

   They are so close.

   is separated by a door.

  How many times have I been in a dream, I can't even think about it.

   When Ying Ming got up in the middle of the night, he saw a man standing in the corridor of the attic, just at Meng Tang'an's door.

   He stopped and watched for a while, then went back quietly and sighed.

   The next morning, Xie Xun left before Meng Tangan woke up.

   Just came downstairs and ran into Pei Yanzhi.

   "What a coincidence." Pei Yanzhi glanced around and nodded slightly.

   "Unfortunately." Xie Xun stood on the steps of the second floor, condescendingly, "If you want to take her back, you can leave now."

Pei Yanzhi never gave up looking for the case handed over to him by the Queen Mother, and came after hearing the wind.

  Xie Xun, I didn't expect Xie Xun to be one step ahead of him.

   "I heard that she forgot all about it. What, do you plan to let her never remember it for the rest of her life?"

   "She's doing fine now."

  How Pei Yanzhi didn't understand what Xie Xun was thinking, he wanted to let go, and he wanted to watch from a distance: "I won't talk about the things between you, but she has the right to know her life experience!"

   "Are you going to decide for her?"

  Xie Xun's eyes became colder.

   Pei Yanzhi took the first two steps: "I will only tell her the truth of her life experience, and I will not interfere with her decision, you can rest assured!"

   Meng Tangan will always be Xie Xun's weakness.

   Pei Yan's gambling.

   I bet that Xie Xun would not dare to interfere in Meng Tangan's life easily.

   "Lang Jun?" Meng Tangan opened the door and saw two people standing on the stairs, raising her eyebrows, "You two talk."

  Xie Xun looked at her the moment the door opened, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

   Pei Yanzhi stared at Meng Tangan.

   The woman just wanted to leave, but her footsteps froze: "Master!"

  The old man walked in from outside the attic, holding a wine gourd in his hand: "Hey girl, I still remember a master."

   "Didn't I buy osmanthus wine for Master?" Meng Tang Anzheng.

   The old man laughed. When he passed Xie Xun, he could clearly feel the stagnant gaze of the other party. He patted Xie Xun on the shoulder: "Sometimes there is a fate, but there is no time for it..."

   "Force a fart!"

   Xie Xun saw him last time.

   is still saying that he will not live to be twenty-seven years old.

   "Tell her well." After a long time, Xie Xun whispered to Pei Yanzhi.

"Will do."

   Pei Yanzhi came with Master. Meng Tangan was surrounded by several people at once, and he felt like he was being caught in his puppy love. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Xie Xun walking away alone: ​​"...what are you doing."

   After half an hour.

   Meng Tangan propped her chin: "So, I'm a princess in distress?"

   "Bah!" The old man rolled his eyes, "Look at the fact that you are living a prosperous life now, and you are a big ghost."

   Ying Ming was deeply shocked by the life experience of the younger sister.

   Pei Yanzhi said slowly: "The Queen Mother is your grandmother, she misses you very much... If you want, you can go back to the capital, if you don't, you can continue to stay in the temple, it's up to you."

   Meng Tangan nodded and smiled suddenly: "If I go to Chang'an, I have a condition."

"what?"

   (end of this chapter)