Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 145 Master Hou He Was Caught by a Scheming Beauty 35
"Didn't you say you admired me not long ago?" Xie Xun hugged her and strode forward with a calm face, eyes like sharp knives, looking directly at her.

Meng Tang'an was in a daze, her breathing was rough, and she complained in a hoarse voice, like a girl in a boudoir accusing her sweetheart of her crimes one after another.

"You don't like me, you have a bad temper, you treat me badly, and you leave me alone on the mountain, what if I am in danger."

"You didn't want me to go?" Xie Xun's voice was very weak.

"Then won't you coax me?"

The woman's eyes were very red, as was the tip of her nose, like a snow-white rabbit who was so wronged that even her most beloved carrot was taken away, her ears were raised.

Xie Xun laughed angrily, not understanding how she could ask such a question.

It is really difficult to raise women and villains.

"Excessive words." He snorted, "I don't care about you this time."

Meng Tangan leaned wearily in his arms, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, his black hair fluttered in the air, and there were still wet tears on his face.

"It's been so long since I came to see me, do you know, know... How much I miss you..."

At the end of the speech, the voice was a little blurred and choked up, broken in the cold wind, full of grievances, but Xie Xun captured it clearly.

He froze for a moment, staring at the stunningly beautiful face, touching the tears at the corners of his eyes, drooping his long eyelashes, covering the emotions in his eyes, and said for a while.

"This time it's my fault."

"I will never like you again." Meng Tangan said angrily, closed his eyes, and buried them in his heart.

Xie Xun's heartbeat stopped suddenly for a moment.

Knowing that what she said was angry, the uncontrollable anger rushed up, even the eyes were a little cold, and he pinched her chin with one hand and forcibly raised Meng Tang'an's eyes.

"Take back your words."

Meng Tangan was stunned for a few seconds, staring at him, realizing that he had been murdered, his eyes turned red immediately: "You are murdering me again."

Xie Xun felt a little irritable, met that face, let go of his hands, and said coldly: "Don't let Ben Hou hear this kind of words a second time."

"As long as you don't like me, can't I not like you?" Meng Tangan complained.

Xie Xun's expression was flat, he looked forward and hummed indifferently.

Meng Tang'an became even angrier, and shouted, "Xie Xun, you bastard!"

Xie Xun didn't care, just let her say what she said.

Just don't say that.

Meng Tang'an was tired at the end of his speech, and after a long silence, he suddenly tugged at his sleeve.

The small face was pale, and the corners of the eyes were full of peach blossom red in March, and the red clothes lined the snowy skin, and he said blankly: "Xie Xun, I feel so uncomfortable..."

The voice was choked, revealing the unique softness and coquettishness of Jiangnan women, like the best peach blossom brewed all day, falling on the ear, hooking the heart.

"Not an asshole now?"

"You know how to kill me."

Xie Xun looked down, the person in his arms had disheveled hair and tears in his eyes.

The wide sleeves slipped off, and the snowy wrist became more and more shocking, and the fingers were long and trembling, with a light color.

A cold finger landed on Meng Tang'an's forehead, and the temperature under his palm was scorching hot. Xie Xun's eyes darkened, and his sinister and dangerous face rolled over with rage.

No one knew better than Xie Xun what kind of medicine Meng Tangan was taking.

As the cold temperature fell, Meng Tangan's movements were like some kind of small animal's. His peach blossom eyes stirred up a pool of water, his cheeks were rosy, his white teeth were lightly parted, and he was crying.

"You hug me."

Xie Xun took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, not letting the rage burn his reason, his brows were cold, and his pace quickened.

Meng Tang'an was almost unconscious, his body became more and more uncomfortable, and his movements were uncontrollable.

Xie Xun couldn't avoid it, caught in his eyes, almost gritted his teeth, and threatened in a low voice: "If you dare to make trouble again, I will throw you out."

He carried the man to a house he bought outside.

Xie Xun doesn't come to this house very often on weekdays, and occasionally rests here overnight, when the servants saw Xu Beihou striding towards him, just as they were about to salute respectfully, they saw a woman in his arms, Involuntarily froze!
He was a little horrified, and only had time to catch a glimpse of a bright red color, so he quickly bowed his head and saluted, not daring to take another look.

Xie Xun had no expression on his face, he hugged him firmly, stepped into the inner room, put him on the couch, and said in a cold voice.

"Prepare cold water!"

When the servant heard the words, he trembled and dared not say more. He vaguely realized that the sky here might change in the future...

Don't dare to delay, hurry to prepare cold water.

The bedroom furnishings are exquisite and luxurious, revealing the traces of life, quite unorganized and very smokey.

That slender figure stood in front of the couch, the hem of the red clothes overlapped and entangled, it was hard to tell who belonged to whom.

"Xie Xun..."

She cried and murmured his name, every word and every word, full of affection, she actively raised her eyes, unfamiliar and timid.

Breathing was filled with the sweet and rich fragrance that belonged to her alone, Xie Xun's breezy movements suddenly froze, his fingers stretched by his side tensed, and his veins bulged.

"Xie Xun." Meng Tangan's eyes were bent, shaped like peach blossoms, three thousand blue hairs were scattered, and her ink-haired red wedding dress was charming and affectionate. She smiled at him happily and affectionately, making the night of Chang'an bright and prosperous.

She whispered: "I adore you."

Seems like pleading like bewitching.

Xie Xun has always been in a high position and not close to female sex, even though he galloped on horses in Chang'an City, full of red-sleeve tricks, he was never moved at all.

He hates the love of his sons and daughters, and he doesn't like the fragrance of daughters.

I never thought that one day, someone would take the initiative to deliver it, whispering his name.

At that moment, there was an almost crazy impulse.

"Meng Tang'an." The indifferent and hoarse voice fell, not as lazy and noble as it used to be, every word was full of extreme emotion.

I can't wait to cut open the bones and melt into the flesh and blood. The waist and limbs under the palm are so thin that they seem to break if they are folded. There is no restraint at all.

Xie Xun's brows and eyes are the same as before, with the brush and ink on the tip of his eyebrows raised and raised, it is a picture scroll that is unparalleled in the world, the fresh clothes are angry, the horse is arrogant, and the red dress is close at hand at this moment.

"You asked for it."

He has never been an upright gentleman. He wants what he wants and doesn't care about others.

Meng Tang'an's brows and eyes sparkled with the scenery of lakes and mountains, and the immortality of Qingdai was dyed inch by inch.

A sound of dependence, as if Xie Xun is her heart, her heaven.

"Xun Lang..."

"Xun Lang..."

The voice is lingering.

Meng Tang'an vaguely saw the eyebrows that were close at hand, and the always arrogant and noble Xu Beihou looked different.

She lost her eyesight and thought to herself, the rumors in the market also have some truth, Xie Xun did have a good bone appearance.

Under the long eyelashes, Xie Xun's eyes are sharp and narrow, shining like clusters of Xiangshui, like smiling and affectionate, but after all, they are nothing but vain.

"Huaijing." He said calmly and hoarsely, "My words."

Xie Xun.

Xie Huaijing.

With deep affection.

Youthful spirit, both skin and bone.

(End of this chapter)