The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me Chapter 254

   Chapter 254 Aquaman Escape From Marriage vs Tsundere Crematorium 144

   Meng Tangan leaned against the door, his body slowly slipped, and his breathing became uncontrollable and became fast and messy.

  Recalling the look in Xie Xun's eyes just now, the love was warm and vivid.

   The stomach was rumbling with sourness, and the nausea was about to die.

   Sudden emotions are like a flood of beasts, which makes people unavoidable.

   As she couldn't control the horrible feeling.

   Sure enough,

   still doesn't work.

   Even if the body is changed, the soul will always rot in the past.

   This kind of ghost is really shameful.

   Meng Tangan mocked herself in her heart with a half-smile.

   In fact, she has always been able to control herself very well. She has acted countless times, loved or been loved, and only when she came home alone would she lie on the sink and retching.

   But Xie Xun's love doesn't know how to restrain at all.

   Meng Tang'an doesn't matter, he loves him if he wants, or doesn't love if he doesn't, it has nothing to do with her.

   But she hated that look.

   This kind of look she had really seen from another person.

  How did it become like this again.

   a similar trend.

   Unsolvable ending.

   Xie Xun.

   Xie Huaijing.

   She looked normal and tried her best to breathe, but she still felt that the air around her was condensed, and the sea water came up inch by inch, submerged her nose and mouth, and sank to the bottom of the sea.

   It was like this every time, Meng Tangan was used to leaning against the door with a pale face, and it was over.

   There was no movement in her room until nightfall. Xie Xun stood outside waiting for a day, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

   "You have to eat anyway. You didn't eat at noon. Don't starve your body, okay?"

"I'm not hungry."

   "Are you made of iron?"

   He discussed with her in a gentle tone: "If you don't want to come out, I'll bring it to you, and you can eat it yourself."

"don't want."

"Meng Tangan, get angry, don't make fun of your body." Xie Xun listened to her voice and guessed that she was probably sitting on the ground by the door now, "Get up, the ground is cold, you are not allowed to sit, just after the rain tide Very, don't you know?"

   "Please take care of yourself. Now go to bed or sit on a chair. If you are tired, have a good sleep. I will bring you a meal."

   There was no sound in the room for a long time. He leaned sideways against the wooden door, his brows and eyes were tired, and his tone was still calm: "Don't let me kick the door, we will have a face-to-face talk then, I guess you don't want to see me."

   After a while, there was a rustling voice in the room, and she reluctantly muttered: "How do you manage the east and west, the trouble is to die..."

  Xie Xun said: "I'll be back soon."

   Meng Tangan really didn't want to see Xie Xun, at least now, she didn't want to see that look in her eyes, it would make her suddenly boring, manic and gloomy one after another, making people breathless.

   She looked down at the hairpin in her hand, put down her sleeves, sat for a day, still didn't want to do anything, she felt that she could wait quietly until death.

   She used to be like this...

  When he got sick, he was locked up and boiled by himself, and no one was here to ask questions.

   There were three knocks on the door, she stepped forward, but did not open the door.

   "It's me." The voice outside said.

   After a few seconds, the door was opened a little distance.

  's slender and beautiful fingers came in and handed her the dinner.

   Meng Tangan took it and closed the door the next second.

   did not speak from beginning to end.

  Xie Xun looked at the closed door, and after more than half an hour, she said, "Tangtang, you are not happy and tell me, we will solve something together."

   "If you say it, I will listen to you. Don't ignore me alone."

   He spoke in a low voice in the silence, but did not respond, as if talking to himself, the sky was already dark, the bamboo garden was much darker, and it was a bit chilly in autumn.

   "I'm not angry." Meng Tangan sat on the chair, looking at the moonlight outside the window, and said calmly.

   "Then you ignore me."

   The sound coming through a door was a little distorted, and when it fell into the silence of a room, it sounded a little aggrieved.

   "Xie Xun, say you love me." She said suddenly.

He froze for a moment, his heart was beating fast, Meng Tangan never liked Xie Xun saying that he loved her, this was the first time he had asked for this, his voice was a little hoarse, as if it had brushed off the edge of the blade, and the syllables were extremely firm. Candid and enthusiastic: "I love you."

   When Meng Tangan retched uncontrollably again, she knew the result.

   Xie Xun said before that if she wanted her to lie to him, she could leave if she succeeded.

   Meng Tang is relieved, and she has been working on the scam for a while, but she doesn't know how long it will take to let Xie Xun let go.

  She didn't wait any longer.

   It's time to end.

   "Xie Xun, I'm sleepy and want to sleep." She whispered.

   "Okay, go to sleep." Xie Xun replied.

  There is no more sound in the bedroom, and there is only an autumn moon in the courtyard.

  Xie Xun leaned against the door, looking up at the moon in the sky, his brows softened an inch, and his voice was unknown: "Good night, Tangtang."

No candles were lit in the room, only scattered moonlight. Meng Tangan took out a pen and paper in front of the desk, but the pen did not drop for a long time. Her hands were shaking, and finally her whole body was shaking. Uncontrollable pain swept her nerves from her heart. .

  The brush took off her hand and fell to the ground. The rice paper was blank. She looked at it for a few seconds with no expression on her face.

After a while, she picked up the brush, regardless of her trembling hand, sharpened the ink to write, the brush stuck on the paper, and small dots of ink were scattered. the whole paper.

In the end, Meng Tangan threw the paper into a ball and threw it on the ground, took out a new piece of paper, lay down on the desk in distress, bit the pen involuntarily, breathed quickly, and was dripping with cold sweat, but like nothing else, her cheeks puffed up childishly , said to himself: "What is good to write..."

   "It's too cliché, it's boring."

  Unconsciously, there were dozens of crumpled paper **** beside her feet. She recalled Xie Xun's eyes over and over again, spasmed with pain, and smiled lowly in the dark.

   Zhang Nuanyan was wandering in the garden, the autumn mood was strong, and she seemed to see her loneliness, and the cold wind was sent, which made people cold for no reason.

   Passing by Zhuyuan's residence, Zhang Nuanyan couldn't control herself, and still couldn't help looking at that place.

  Bamboo Garden was where Xie Xun lived. She had never stepped in for so many years. Even her wife should live in the Weijian Pavilion.

   But since Meng Tangan came back, Xie Xun didn't let her move out from Zhuyuan!

   Thinking of them sleeping together day and night, Zhang Nuanyan went crazy with jealousy.

   As soon as he saw it, he was stunned.

   What did she see?

  The ginkgo tree planted in the courtyard has withered its leaves and is floating in the air. The top of the tree is an unreachable full moon. There is only one person in the courtyard, leaning against the door.

   Zhang Nuanyan quickly hid behind the tree, lest she be discovered, biting her lip like a voyeur, staring at the scene.

   That is Xie Xun!

  Time passed silently, no candles could be seen in the house, presumably the people inside had rested, Xie Xun never left, guarding the square inch.

   is in the courtyard, right in front of the door!

  I don't know how long it took before the man walked out.

   Zhang Nuanyan thought he was leaving, but who knew——

   (end of this chapter)

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