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

  Chapter 690 Crazy Criticism Beauty Takes Villain Script 20

   "I won't stay in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Miss Zhang, don't bother, please go."

   Zhang Shuliang is like falling into an ice cave!

   Finally found Cen Zhou here, how could he be willing to leave, hurriedly said: "Whatever you want, my daddy will give it to you, you have a skill, and you have room to play in the capital!"

   Zhang Shuliang came today to persuade Cen Zhou to stay.

   At that moment, Cen Zhou thought of something, with a sarcastic smile on his face, almost indifferent and sober watching from the sidelines, like the moon in the water.

   The straight side of the eyebrows and eyes and the bridge of the nose cast a deep shadow, the thin lips are cold and beautiful, the sun is shining unexpectedly lazy, the smile is cold, but it is very charming.

   She forgot what tone he used to say this, but she remembered the smile on his lips.

   "I will not be involved in the imperial power road in my life."

   He does not hold any hostility to the royal family or authority, it is indeed another kind of hostility, and he always looks down on him indifferently.

   Watching from the sidelines is more terrifying than immersing yourself in it.

The clamor next to    came one after another, and the four people sitting were silent.

Different road non-phase plan. Sitting in this noisy restaurant, the noise next to it is just in the ear, and it is not a good feeling.

   Each is different, and each has his own concerns.

  Su Ziheng raised his glass comfortably! The haze is swept away, so good!

   Zhang Shuliang threw down the wine glass, her eyes were red, she ran away from the box in discouragement, and looked lost.

   She knew better than anyone that if Cen Zhou left the capital, he would never have the chance to meet again.

   She likes Cen Zhou very much, and she is the only choice to act recklessly before being dominated by the family.

   There is wind on his body, his heart is freer than his people, and he never stops for anyone.

   Zhang Shuliang was fortunate to have seen the young swordsman's three-footed green front, killing without blinking. He was also fortunate enough to see him bring the old man back home, coaxing young children with tenderness and tenderness in his bones.

   It is precisely because I have seen those unknowns that I will never forget it, and it will be hard to let go.

  Zhang Shuliang looked back at the location of the restaurant in the middle of the crowd, and was disappointed.

  Su Ziheng walked, arrogantly and respectfully said: "Don't you understand what others mean? You are an orphan woman, it's better to give it to the orphan—"

   Those who want to get back are rejected, and those who don’t want to meet meet at any time.

  The day does not come true!

   Zhang Shuliang raised the hem of her skirt, and before Su Ziheng finished speaking, she ran back to the Prime Minister's mansion, thinking firmly.

   She is going to find Daddy, Daddy must have a way to keep Cen Zhou!

   Su Ziheng hadn't finished reciting the words, and the person was gone, his face was ashen, and he clenched into a fist.

   Damn woman!

   must not know how powerful he is!

   Good - she managed to get his interest!

  Su Ziheng was even thinking, is she playing with fire like this, is she playing hard to get to him?

   The more Su Ziheng thinks about it, the more likely it is, after all, he is such a wise man.

Ah.

woman!

   Restaurant.

   The two people on the opposite side left, and the place was empty. Su Qingan had no plans to sit there.

   rubbed the glass with his fingertips, still thinking about the sentence that this life does not involve imperial power, his eyelashes covered his deep thoughts.

   "You reject imperial power?"

   "It's about you?"

  Cen Zhou didn't even have the last trace of affection. He picked up the wine cup on the table and drank it. The spirits didn't feel burning in his throat.

  The next step is to stand up and leave without hesitation.

"Don't go, I'll go." Su Qingan chuckled, got up and left, without taking the handkerchief embroidered with peach blossoms on the table, she tapped the table with her fingers, raised the wine glass and touched him, "See you next time. ."

The sound of    clinking glasses was crisp, and Cen Zhou stopped when he was about to drink, raised his eyes, and filled the wine.

   "This cup of honor to the princess, the rivers and lakes are gone."

   After he finished speaking, he drank the spirits.

   "Have you ever heard a word? Life is unsatisfactory in all likelihood." Su Qingan leaned over with a gentle and elegant smile, her lips were close to his ear, and she deliberately whispered soft words in Cen Zhou's ear.

The heat of   's breath was sprayed on Cen Zhou's left ear, and it was slightly numb, and it was like a cold poisonous snake wrapping around his body.

  Cen Zhou raised his chin slightly, his sharp eyes were extremely cold, and he saw her smiling cheeks.

  Su Qingan came out of the restaurant, the sun was pale for a short while, a cloud covered the sun, and then walked in the shadows for a moment.

   In a good mood, a chance encounter changed her mind.

   She said it.

   Don't let her see him again.

  Otherwise she would not guarantee what she would do.

  Cen Zhou, Cen Zhou, this time, just stay with me...

   "Thirteen." Suddenly, she looked at the person in the corner not far away, her red lips lightly parted, and she pronounced his name accurately.

   "Princess Zhaoyi." Qi'er Shisan scratched his head embarrassedly, and said in surprise, "You still remember my name!"

   Just saw Su Qing'an, Thirteen wanted to go up to say hello, but he stopped. It seems that such a clean person should not have an intersection with him.

   "Didn't I give you money? Why do you still..." Su Qingan looked at his ragged and worn clothes, the same one from last time.

   Thirteen hesitant: "My mother needs more..."

   His mother was seriously ill and needed too much medicine. All the money he made every day went to buy medicine.

   has always been like this, it’s good to be able to handle punches and kicks.

   "But you also need better ones." Su Qing'an's brows were unrealistically illuminated by the sun, she took off the purse from her waist and handed it to him, "These should be enough to cure your mother."

  Thirteen was stunned, and glanced at Su Qing'an, a little afraid to answer, in this world... how could there be such a good person?

   A man who will pity a beggar, how bad can his heart be?

   "Go on." Su Qingan coughed weakly several times, her voice was hoarse, with an unknown bewitching, "If you want to not be bullied, you have to become stronger."

Thirteen wiped his hands on the seam of his trousers repeatedly before taking it over. His dirty little face was full of solemnity, which was different from the shrewd smile last time: "Princess is so kind, Thirteen has nothing to repay. In the future, Princess I have been instructed, even if you look for me, I can't help the princess, but there are few people who are more informed than me about the news of Jian'an City."

enough.

   Su Qingan wanted this sentence.

  The sun broke from behind the dark clouds, pale but brilliant, piercing through the layers of dark clouds and covering the prosperous Jian'an City.

   Her Royal Highness, the princess in white robes, stood in the bustling background. She was quiet and noble. The cinnabar mole at the corner of her right eye was like a tear, which became cooler and shinier.

   At that moment, she was the savior who saved all sentient beings.

   Therefore, believers did not see the evil and darkness in the eyes of the Savior, which lingered with interest and merged into the abyss of the world.

  Su Qing'an never does anything without profit. If Thirteen is not profitable, why would she pay attention to a beggar?

  Su Qingan herself crawled out of the pile of blood dripping bones. How many lives have been contaminated with blood on her hands, even she can't count herself, how could she be someone else's Bodhisattva?

   She only knew that she had to go up, sit on a high platform, and even if she was covered in mud, she would be supreme.

   A beggar next to him looked at the bulging bag of silver with fiery eyes, his eyes lit up, he saw the opportunity, and jumped straight and skillfully, took the bag of silver from Thirteen's hands, turned around and ran!

   (end of this chapter)