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

Chapter 170 Master Hou He Was Caught by a Scheming Beauty 60
It rained all night, she cried in his arms until she couldn't make a sound, her throat was hoarse, her eyes were red, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Xie Xun maintained that posture until his fingers went numb.

Looking down at the quiet man, she fell asleep in his arms, her shoulders were still trembling slightly, she was as pale as a dummy, the tears on her face were still wet, her eyelashes were wet and drooping, and the center of her brows was always furrowed without letting go.

Fragile to the extreme.

He didn't like to see Meng Tangan cry.

When Xie Xun realized this, the long and spreading slight pain in his heart made him very uncomfortable and felt weird, Shen Mou looked at her for a long time, hugged her to the pillow, and did not leave.

The rain washed the prosperous city of Chang'an, the cold wind broke the dead branches, and the candles were already extinguished.

Meng Tangan slept very restlessly, curled up together, subconsciously looking for the temperature around her, nestled in Xie Xun's arms.

She usually looks coquettish and self-willed and loves to play tricks, but only at this time did she realize that she is really small and fragile.

Xie Xun didn't feel sleepy all the time, instead he was unusually sober, looking at the person next to his pillow.

This is the first person Xie Xun has moved his mind to keep by his side in so many years.

He simply tried to lull her to sleep, and patted the woman's thin back with his fingers.

— Stop fucking filming.

——I will take pictures of the stomach, intestines, liver, spleen and kidneys later.

Is this coaxing or deliberate revenge?

Meng Tang'an couldn't take it anymore, turned around, and was picked up by Xie Xun again.

#everything is impermanent
The dead branches struggled and swayed in the cold wind, the raindrops under the eaves of the corridor densely formed a waterfall, and a small piece of wetness on the pillow was tears from the corners of her eyes.

She even cried in her sleep.

#Thank you, I was photographed crying

Xie Xun wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and suddenly heard her babbling in her dream, which was indistinct, and only when she approached did she hear more clearly.

"It's not that I want to be the outside room."

This sentence fell into Xie Xun's ears, making him stiff suddenly.

The woman closed her eyes, not peaceful at all, dripping with cold sweat, maybe even the dream was aggrieved, her lips fluttered.

"Why are they talking about me?"

It's because of her humble background, it's her unscrupulousness, she's dirty, she's humble, she's unscrupulous.

Those words that I have forbeared for a long, long time and never said out of my mouth, I only confide a thing or two when I fell asleep, so many grievances.

Xie Xun doesn't understand, and won't pay attention.

This matter was nothing more than a romantic debt to him, and all the sharp knives and rumors in the world were directed at Meng Tangan.

"I forced you." Xie Xun looked at that face and said calmly.

It was he who insisted on her as a concubine.

There is nothing wrong with her.

Xie Xun lowered his eyes, half covered the expression in his eyes, and said neither serious nor serious: "I forced you."

With a heavy rain falling on the ears.

"I heard."

The voice of Jiangnan's soft language sounded, the wet eyelashes were still stained with tears, and when they opened, they revealed crying red peach eyes, only one look expressed deep affection, washed more clearly by tears, reflecting Xie Xun's eyebrows and eyes.

Meng Tangan looked at him, the corners of his lips curved slightly, revealing a smile, and gasped because of the wound involving the side of his face.

It looks a little pathetic and funny, not funny, and more uncomfortable.

When Xie Xun said those words, she had already woken up.

"Why didn't you fight back?" Xie Xun asked.

Those eyes are so deep and sharp that there is nowhere to hide. You can't tell what is hidden in them, but you can feel that they can penetrate the soul.

"They are your family." Meng Tangan answered very lightly. She was usually smiling, soft, cunning, and proud, but now she just smiled slightly, "I am nothing."

Sizing up the situation and surviving in the cracks.

This is what she learned from childhood to university.

"Meng Tang'an, I'll give you this right." Xie Xun said without beginning and end, with an unpredictable expression, suddenly affectionate and cold.

Before Meng Tangan could speak, he had already sealed her lips.

The breath is entangled, the fragrance is lingering, so strong that there is nowhere to escape.

Meng Tang'an didn't resist, and responded to him actively, trembling and soft, Taohua looked at Xie Xun, as if he was full of satisfaction, smiling with tears in his eyes, and whispering overflowing his lips and teeth.

"Xun Lang..."

The whisper of soft words seemed to return to that night, Xie Xun squinted his long and narrow eyes, his long eyelashes drooped, and the sweet and fragrant fragrance of his daughter's house flowed around his clothes, staring at the people who were close at hand.

Three thousand blue hairs are like waterfalls, and their words and smiles are lingering and charming, giving off a touch of beauty that is touching and soul-stirring, not contaminated with the slightest bit of worldliness, and without the purity of smoke and fire.

Crying but laughing, eyelashes falling crystal.

The slenderness revealed inadvertently is extremely fragile, for people to observe, control, unscrupulous, and fatal.

The treasured porcelain, the fragile glass, and the canary imprisoned in shackles in a luxurious cage are all hers.

He hummed, with deep affection, and the kiss endowed him with a lot of strength and coquettishness.

But unexpectedly, there was no other arrogance.

The cold rain knocked on the window, pattering.

After being quiet for a long time, Meng Tang'an's voice sounded, she said: "On the day of Xu Beihou's wedding, let Tang'an go."

no respond.

...

Xu Beihou Mansion.

"Why don't you see Brother Xun?" Liu Zhu was still brooding over today's events, and asked sullenly when she saw Yang Zhihua.

"Master Hou won't come back today." Yang Zhihua changed the topic, "However, I specially asked me to bring a gift for Madam and Miss Zhang."

Liu Zhu was stunned: "Brother Xun has a heart, what is it?"

Yang Zhihua clapped her hands, and a group of servants struggled to hold stacks of heavy Buddhist scriptures.

"??!"

Zhang Nuanyan, who came over after hearing the news, didn't see Xie Xun, and was appointed to stay at Meng Tang'an's place. His eyes darkened, and he asked with a smile, "Why are there so many Buddhist scriptures?"

Yang Zhihua said frankly: "Master Hou thinks that copying Buddhist scriptures is good for self-cultivation. Maybe it's because you two are too free and suitable for this job. Don't leave the house before you finish copying Buddhist scriptures."

"..."

"..."

After returning to the inner room, Zhang Nuanyan's face was blurred by the night, and the maid followed her, feeling a little uneasy for no reason.

Ms. Zhang has always been approachable and approachable, and won the hearts of everyone in the Hou family, but for some reason, she was a little scared.

"Put down the Buddhist scriptures, you go down first."

"Yes."

When Zhang Nuanyan was the only one left in the inner room, she slammed the Buddhist scriptures on the ground, digging her nails into her flesh, showing no mercy at all.

"Meng, Tang, An!"

Since the appearance of this person, all her plans have been disrupted.

"I have to figure out a way..."

The corners of Zhang Nuanyan's lips curled up into a smile, and the eyes were cloudy.

"Miss?" The servant was stunned when she saw Zhang Nuanyan walking out.

"Chang Chan, you also know the news that Master Hou received the outside room recently." Zhang Nuanyan smiled wryly, lowering her eyebrows and eyes, "My slap is thanks to the outside room."

"This is too much!" Chang Chan said angrily because of Zhang Nuanyan's grace.

"The outer room... Forget it, I'm afraid there will be no room for us in the Marquis Mansion in the future."

"Not to mention being a slave, the whole house only recognizes Miss as the master!"

Chang Chan said firmly.

"Can you give me a hand?"

(End of this chapter)