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

  Chapter 294 Extra: If you cry again, I will kiss you

   The wind and rain outside the window swayed the pine marks on the window paper and blew away the figures in my heart.

   Begonia is in full bloom. I heard that Begonia is also called Heartbroken Flower, but there is no fruit when we meet. At three or four o'clock in the morning, Begonia is not sleeping.

   "I'm here." Xie Xun took her in his arms, kissed her eyes, and comforted her in a low voice, like the comfort of a rainy day, "It's okay, it's okay."

   Meng Tangan tightened his sleeves and looked up at him, her throat was so dry, she wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to say it.

   "You can also call me my character." Xie Xun smiled, his eyebrows calm.

   he remembered.

   She bears him two lives.

   "Xie Xun..." Tears poured out, and the rustling lines fell silently, and the words he wanted to say became choked up, and it was his name again and again.

  Xie Xun panicked and wanted to wipe the tears from her face, but the tears were hot and wet her hands.

   "Don't cry." His voice was hoarse and he was in a hurry, "If you cry again, I will kiss you."

   "Can you stop talking like this at this time..." Meng Tangan was intermittent, with a red tip of his nose, "I was originally emotional..."

  Xie Xun sighed, pressing his slender fingertips against her heart, and said warmly, "Does it still hurt?"

   He didn't expect that she would come to prison that day.

   Ten thousand arrows pierced through her heart, how could she bear it.

   "The person who should ask this question should be me." Meng Tangan looked at his brows and eyes, fresh and clear, without the first life falling into the quagmire, nor the second life's despair.

   is her Xie Xiaohou Ye.

   "You must hate me."

   "Well," he said, "but I still love you."

   Xie Xun hated Meng Tangan.

   But no matter how many reincarnations he has gone through and forgotten again and again, he will always fall in love with her!

  Love and hate are intertwined until death.

   The so-called obsession in the world, but the Melaleuca ice in the weak water in the middle of winter cannot be moved by an axe and a spade.

   "Tangtang, we'll be fine in the future." He tangled her fingers, his voice was clear and sweet, "I'll give you candy."

  The disease is cured slowly, and people take good care of it.

   Not in a hurry.

   In this life, I will never miss it again.

   She said, "Okay."

   At that time, they stood at the end of their growth, looking back on the past, the road was bumpy, and the flowers were already in full bloom.

  …

   Heaven Prison.

  Lin Zhengyuan has not died in the past three years, and he has always been detained in the cell. The gentle and jade-like son of the past is now a prisoner. It can be said that life is better than death.

   He suddenly woke up from the dream, looked at the damp cell around him, and thought about everything in the dream.

   So it is!

   He shouldn't end up like this!

   "I want to see Meng Tang'an! I want to see Xie Xun!" Lin Zhengyuan shouted frantically.

   The guard became impatient and kicked Lin Zhengyuan: "Bah, I really thought I was the former eldest son of Lin, and I didn't even look in the mirror to see what I was."

   Lin Zhengyuan clutched his stomach in pain: "Meng Tangan..."

   All incidents were caused by Meng Tangan.

   Success is also her, failure is also her.

   Ten years ago in his previous life... Lin Zhengyuan didn't know who saved Meng Tangan, but he knew very well the impact of saving lives on a person, and he always regarded himself as a benefactor.

   He stole the ten years that belonged to Xie Xun!

   Two days later.

  The sound of footsteps resounded in the cell, the white dress was spotless, cold and extravagant.

  Lin Zhengyuan saw that stunning face, which was very moving in the dim light.

   "Meng Tang'an!" He got up from the ground in embarrassment. He had not seen the sun for several years, and was already dying, "Why did you do this, why did you betray me!"

   "I've never been loyal to you, so how can I betray you?" Meng Tangan said in a low voice lazily, staring at him with cold eyes.

   "Do you want to help Xie Xun just because you know it was Xie Xun who saved you?" Lin Zhengyuan thought of a possibility and gritted his teeth, "Don't we count ten years? We used to love each other so much."

   "But I did it all." She said lightly, "Do I love you? With you?"

  Lin Zhengyuan stared at him, looking like a withered face, unkempt, and laughed miserably for a long time.

  He lost...

   Thoroughly.

   Do you blame the world?

   His love is not pure!

   What good can be the result of exploiting, purposeful love?

  The emotion of remorse was born from the bottom of my heart, and every second was gnawing at my heart.

  Xie Xun stood waiting for her outside the cell. He was dressed in elegant red, with painted eyebrows and a hill in his chest. He immediately shook the mountains and rivers and heard the conversation inside clearly.

   When Meng Tangan came out, he threw himself into his arms and muttered, "The smell of blood is so heavy."

   "I will teach you not to come, but to come." Xie Xun pinched the bridge of her nose, "Let's go."

   "Always make it clear."

   Outside the prison, is the rising sun.

  …

   Wuzhuo Temple.

   The old man held the wine gourd in his hand, raised his head and poured it into his mouth. Only then did he realize that there was not a drop left. He shook the gourd vigorously, but still nothing, he said angrily: "Who poured my wine!"

   "Wuzhuo Temple, no alcohol."

   He turned around and said, "Senior brother."

   "Since I returned to Wuzhuo Temple, it's like a little bit." Master Konghui put his hands together and shook his head helplessly.

   "The two children finally got together, am I not happy? Even two sips of wine are not enough." The old monk remembered the two, sitting cross-legged on the mountain, and hummed.

   "It's not easy for the third generation to ask for a result."

   The twenty-seven-year-old prophecy was blown away by the wind and vanished.

everything will be fine.

  …

   "Xie Xun, the words are like faces.

   Jiangnan was in a hurry, and there was no time to talk about it.

   In the past, I always remembered the time when Meng Tangan was first rescued.

   She was seriously ill and forgot the past. Fortunately or unfortunately, when she woke up, she was like a child. The brothers and sisters in the temple took care of her. She was also adapting to her new life and seemed to be living happily.

   Just in the dead of night, I accidentally discovered the sensitive and vulnerable side of this child, holding the bone whistle and weeping.

   She hides herself very well, and she looks like a child who lacks warmth and wants to find a home.

   I'm sorry I didn't hand Tang An to you earlier.

   didn't let her see the missing person notice at the foot of the mountain, it was her world that needed time to heal. Hope for understanding!

  It is the best motto for you and her.

  If you are destined, you will meet again one day, maybe a little earlier, maybe a little later, three years apart is not necessarily a bad thing.

  You are all growing up and maturing, maybe one day you will meet, you will be separated, and you will find the most suitable way for you in the run-in.

   At that time, I thought that no matter what the outcome was, there would be no regrets.

   When you received this letter, you probably already dreamed of three lives, which is the cause and effect that some people can’t ask for.

  The mountains are high and the rivers are far away, you still have a long way to go, please have fun and spare no effort!

  Tang'an planted many peach trees in the Jiangnan Mountains, which are now full of peach blossoms and lush foliage.

  Ying Ming made a lot of peach blossom stuffing, buried under the peach tree, waiting for you and Tang An to come and taste.

   Hope to cherish. "

  Xie Xun finished reading the letter. After a long time, he smiled lightly, put it in the innermost box, and picked up a pen to reply to the letter.

   He walked out of the study. The spring in the courtyard was like wine, and the old man was drunk. He asked, "Has the madam come back yet?"

   (end of this chapter)