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

  Chapter 709 Crazy Criticism of Beauty for Taking Villain Script 39

  The night was getting darker.

  The snow has not stopped.

  Su Qingan read the book under the light, without reading a page for a long time, he casually put it down, and asked without raising his head: "Is he asleep?"

   Ruosu shook her head, "I've never come out." She complained, "I don't know what happened to Cen Zhou today, he almost hurt you, and there was no one else at the time, the servant was really scared."

  If Cen Zhou really did something...they couldn't stop it.

  Su Qingan rubbed her still sore wrist, and she didn't say anything, but after going to bed, she was still not sleepy, so she went to the West Building alone.

   On the snow, leaving a deep and a shallow footprint.

   "When, when."

   There were two knocks on the door.

   There was no response from the room.

  Su Qing'an stood outside the door, raised her wrist and knocked on the door again, bringing her ear to her side, she could vaguely hear the sound of collision and falling from the house!

   "Cen Zhou?"

  Su Qing'an's face changed slightly, it was very cold outside, her lips were a little pale, she simply pushed the door and went in!

   It was dark inside the house.

   The candle was knocked over by someone, the lamp fell to the ground, and rolled away for a long distance. This is probably the sound Su Qingan heard just now.

  The man sat on the ground, leaning his thin back against the edge of the bed, with one knee bent and one hand on his knee.

Even though he couldn't see clearly, Su Qing'an felt that his whole body was tense. If a fire was set on fire, it would be broken in the next second. His head was always lowered, the bones protruding from the back of his neck, and the slight The trembling shoulders, the hand that tightly clasped the hilt of the sword, the water flowed down along the slender phalanx.

  Su Qingan stood there cautiously, she didn't smell any blood on Cen Zhou: "Are you injured?"

   A familiar and soft voice fell on the ear, like a feather gently rubbing the lower auricle.

   The boy clenched his sword and moved his fingertips, maintaining that position without getting up.

"do not come."

  Su Qingan heard him say.

   The voice is unbelievably hoarse.

   Full of vigilance and repulsion, becoming unusually indifferent.

Su Qingan looked at him, she was never an obedient person, and she would never stop because of someone else's words, so she paused for two seconds, groped her way in the complete darkness, and kicked off the lights on the ground. , making the sound of reeling and reeling!

   "Is this palace going to come over?"

   A condescending voice fell from overhead, with an irresistible sense of authority and palpable displeasure in the royal family.

   The woman's embroidered shoes stopped in front of him, the skirt as white as clouds, the cloak that was falling down to red, Hunan embroidered with precious gold thread.

  Cen Zhou's vision blurred for two seconds before focusing, the burning sensation intensified as Su Qing'an approached, and he was powerless to fight against it.

  The fragrance lingered in the breath at this time.

   A pair of hands pressed against the boy's forehead.

   "Do you have a fever? Your body is so hot." Su Qingan bent over to look at him, and had to look at the person by the snow light outside the window.

  Cen Zhou's movements froze suddenly, and in the next second, he reacted extremely and violently and pushed the person away. His deep voice covered his rapid breathing, and forcefully and arduously squeezed out a bad word from his lips and teeth: "Fuck!"

  Su Qingan staggered, and she fell to the ground after being pushed by him like that. She groaned. She lowered her eyes and stared at her hand, then slowly raised her head to look at Cen Zhou.

   "Second time." She pulled the corner of her lower lip, "I'll commit the following."

  Cen Zhou could hardly hear what she was saying, and he could only see those two gorgeous and beautiful lips opening and closing, tempting to bite them and bleed.

   (end of this chapter)