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

   Chapter 283 Aquaman Escape From Marriage vs Tsundere Crematorium 173

   "Master Hou, it's Miss Meng." Yang Zhihua warned cautiously.

"Snapped--"

   The pen in Xie Xun's hand fell to the ground, and the ink fainted!

"let her go."

   "Miss Meng said she won't leave until she sees you."

   The knock on the door was still ringing, reaching Xie Xun's ear. He watched the snow fall more and more, his thin lips moved, and his jaw tightened.

   Yang Zhihua could see what he wanted to ask: "Miss Meng is wearing very thin clothes."

   As soon as the voice fell, the man rushed out the door!

  On this day of the fifth day of the first month of November, the first snow began to fall from the morning, and it kept falling, and there was no tendency to stop.

Xie Xun pushed open the door of Xu Beihou's mansion, and as soon as he lowered his head, he could see a figure squatting under the eaves, wearing a thin white skirt, his hands wrapped around his knees, and the skirt, blue silk, and eyelashes all fell with fine snowflakes. , like a poor little homeless.

   She raised one hand and wanted to knock on the door, but she was lost because the door suddenly opened, and she raised her head blankly.

   Looking from the bottom to the top, he saw the slender figure parked in front of him, behind him was the snow-capped, chaotic dancing, blurred into a distant mountain scene, only his eyebrows and eyes were extremely clear.

Meng Tang'an's eyelashes trembled, and the snowflakes on it fell rustling, reflecting the peach blossom eyes were clear and clean, reflecting his shadow, bending his eyes and smiling, his breath turned into a curling white mist, with a bit of grievance: "Thank you. Xun, I miss you."

   She said, I miss you.

   One thought of him, and he surrendered.

  Xie Xun bent down, leaned over and hugged her firmly, Jin Gui was also gentle, and walked into the house step by step, he said, "Let's go home."

   The breath on his clothes was a little cold, like a clear rainforest with some thin snow falling. Meng Tangan lay in his arms, smelling his breath, and a little greedy.

   In this snowy winter.

  Xie Xun is waiting for Meng Tangan!

"So we really know each other." She sat on the bed in Zhuyuan, wearing the blanket Xie Xun gave her. The heating in the room was sufficient, and she was a little hot, so she quietly stuck out her feet and listened to Xie Xun's words, " They call me Mrs."

  Xie Xun's brows and eyes were soft, and he handed her the hot water.

   Fingertips briefly touch.

   "We've known each other for a long time."

   "Then why did we separate?"

   "Because I did something wrong."

   Meng Tangan only asked one sentence and didn't ask any more.

   She has an inexplicable obsession with him.

   Wants love very, very much.

   What happened in the past is irrelevant.

   "The bone whistle is yours, right? It's beautiful." She wrapped the red rope around her neck, and the bone whistle swayed.

   "I haven't heard you blow in the past three years."

   "It's broken, there's no sound." Meng Tangan took off the bone whistle and blew it several times, but there was no response, and handed it to him, "Can you fix it?"

  Xie Xun was slightly startled, and held the bone whistle in the palm of his hand: "I see... I'll take a look."

   Even without the bone whistle, they met again.

   "Let's go to spring." She hooked Xie Xun's fingertips, "Together!"

"it is good."

  Xie Xun looked at her and felt his heart swell, as if a rib that had been missing for a long time had returned to his body, and his heart was no longer empty.

  Since you can't let go, you will fall to your death.

  Love one more day.

   Earn a day.

   "Let's get married." Xie Xun said.

   Meng Tangan was stunned for a moment, thinking he heard it wrong: "...what?"

   "Married." Xie Xun chuckled, his voice hoarse to the extreme, "If you don't want to, I'll be your outer room."

   Meng Tangan almost spit out the hot water he just drank, coughing in the dark!

  Xie Xun patted her on the back and put the water glass on the table: "Is it better?"

   "Xie Xun." Meng Tangan waved at him, his face flushed, "This is not funny at all."

   "What if it's serious?" Xie Xun asked back.

   She looked at him: "Get married."

   "This is our name, Jin Yu Liang Yuan."

   God arranged the biggest thing.

  The fate of the destiny will also have hardships.

   This time, they will be parted and reunited, and they will be together forever!

  The wedding date is set in March of the following year, and when the winter passes, they will get married.

"Meng Tang'an." Zhang Nuanyan wore a water blue embroidered peony immortal dress today, pinched her slender waist, and the hairpin between her buns was dignified and elegant, like a real lady, "I want to talk to you. ."

   "You said." The bamboo garden was cool in summer and warm in winter, and was making tea, Meng Tangan smiled slightly.

Zhang Nuanyan looked at her in a daze, sat down slowly, and even the tip of her tongue was bitter when she spoke: "The first time I saw Xie Xun, he rode his horse across the long street, , I like him."

  No one can not love a young man in fresh clothes and angry horses.

  Xie Xun is like a dream to Zhang Nuanyan.

   She had to stand on tiptoe desperately to touch the world he was standing on!

   She has never understood where she lost, why Xie Xun just didn't like it, and now she realizes...it doesn't make sense to like it.

   She willingly waited for Xie Xun for a year, two years, ten years, and a lifetime.

   And Xie Xun spent his life waiting for another person.

   These three years.

   Zhang Nuanyan looked away.

   "It's really not good, like a few more people." Meng Tangan's voice was lazy.

   "It's different." Zhang Nuanyan shook her head, "I've done a lot of wrong things before, I'm sorry."

   "I forgot."

   "Thinking about it, I'll give this to you." Zhang Nuanyan put it in front of her and muttered, "I always feel that you should at least know a little about these three years."

   After she finished speaking, she bowed her head and said, "Sister-in-law, I'm going back."

   Meng Tangan looked down at the thick stack of paper, each of which was her portrait, with a few strokes of danqing to outline the beauty of the world, vivid and vivid.

   At the top is written——

Search notices!

   "My wife fell into the middle reaches of the Qingjiang River in Chang'an City at 3 o'clock in the 137th year of Beiyan on the night of the ninth day of the ninth lunar month in the autumn of the 137th year of Beiyan. Today is her birthday..."

   She walked back and forth in the bamboo garden repeatedly, only the sound of her footsteps echoed in the room, flipping through sheets of paper.

   The missing person notices range from one month, to two months... to one year, two years.

   Three full years.

  The date has been revised repeatedly, and the words of the searcher have been added again and again.

The last sentence below    reads-

   "I won't disturb her life, I just want to know if she's doing well, I'll be content with a glance from a distance."

  A tear fell on the handwriting without warning, Meng Tangan was stunned for a moment, like waking up from a big dream, she raised her fingertips in disbelief and touched the wet tears on her face.

she cried……

  She actually cried...

   How did Xie Xun survive those three years?

   Even before she left, someone who would collapse because she was afraid that she would not be able to take care of herself, forcibly endured three years alone.

   There are countless tracing notices, from the first day to the thousand and ninety-sixth day, only a small part of Zhang Nuanyan's secret collection.

  Xie Xun never talked to Meng Tangan.

   is an understatement.

   This situation is difficult to tell.

  Changan's winter is always cold, heavy snow falls one after another, snowflakes are flying outside the window, and all emotions are silent.

   Meng Tangan watched for a long time, and when she saw that her vision was blurred, it was no longer real, she felt a splitting headache, and the memories that were forgotten in the deepest were overwhelming!

   (end of this chapter)