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

Chapter 254 Aquaman Escapes Marriage vs Tsundere Crematorium 144
Meng Tangan leaned against the door, his body slowly slid down, and his breathing became uncontrollably rapid and messy.

Thinking back to the way Xie Xun looked at her just now, the love was warm and fresh.

The stomach was sour, and I was so sick that I was about to die.

Sudden emotions are like scourges, which are inevitable.

Just as she couldn't control the feeling of utter shit.

really,

Still not working.

Even with a different body, the soul will always rot in the past.

This kind of ghost is really unsightly.

Meng Tangan teased herself with a half-smile.

In fact, she has always been able to control herself very well, acting out countless times, loving or being loved, and only when she came home alone would she lie on the sink and retch with a blank face.

But Xie Xun's love doesn't know restraint at all.

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

But she hated the look.

The look she had seen in another person before.

How did it become like this again.

similar direction.

Unresolved ending.

Xie Xun.

Xie Huaijing.

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

It was like this every time, Meng Tang'an was used to leaning against the door with a pale face, and passed the end.

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

"You have to eat anyway. You haven't eaten 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."

"No."

"Meng Tang'an, be angry, don't make fun of your body." Listening to her voice, Xie Xun guessed that she was probably sitting on the ground leaning against the door, "Get up, the ground is cold, you are not allowed to sit, it has just rained Very, don't you know?"

"Please take care of yourself. Now go to lie down on the bed or sit on a chair. If you are tired, have a good sleep. I will serve you meals."

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 peaceful: "Don't let me kick the door, we will have a face-to-face talk, I guess you don't want to see me."

After a while, rustling sounds resounded in the room, and she muttered reluctantly: "Why do you meddle in things, you're in trouble..."

Xie Xun said: "I'll be back soon."

Meng Tang'an really didn't want to see Xie Xun, at least right now, he didn't want to see that look in his eyes, it would make her suddenly bored, manic and gloomy would follow one after another, making people breathless.

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

She used to be like this...

When I got sick, I locked myself up alone, and no one asked questions here.

There were three knocks on the door, and she stepped forward without opening the door.

"It's me." The voice outside said.

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

His slender and beautiful fingers poked in, and handed her the dinner.

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

He didn't speak at all.

Xie Xun looked at the closed door, and after more than half an hour, she waited until she finished her dinner before opening her mouth: "Tangtang, tell me if you are unhappy, let's solve something together."

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

He opened his mouth in a low voice, without responding, as if he was talking to himself, the sky had already darkened, and the bamboo garden was much darker, with the chill of autumn.

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

"Then ignore me."

The voice from a door was a little distorted, and it sounded a little aggrieved when the room was silent.

"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 he loved her, this was the first time he asked so, his voice was a little hoarse, as if it had been brushed off the blade, and the syllables he made were extremely firm, Candid and enthusiastic: "I love you."

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

Xie Xun said before that if she wants to lie to him, she can leave if she succeeds.

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

She didn't wait any longer.

Time to end.

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

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

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

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

There were no candles lit in the room, only sporadic moonlight. Meng Tangan took out a pen and paper in front of the table, but the pen was still there for a long time. His hands were trembling, and finally his whole body was trembling. Uncontrollable pain swept through his nerves from the heart. .

The brush fell out of her hand and fell to the ground. The rice paper was blank. She looked at it blankly for a few seconds, grabbed the rice paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it on the ground!
After a while, she picked up the writing brush, regardless of her trembling hands, and rubbed the ink to write. The brush rested on the paper, and small ink dots appeared. Due to the long time of not moving, the ink dots gradually spread and expanded, ruining the paper. the entire sheet of paper.

In the end, Meng Tangan crumpled the paper and threw it on the ground, took out a new paper, lay down on the desk in distress, unconsciously bit the pen holder, breathed rapidly, sweated profusely, but seemed like a normal person, puffed up his cheeks childishly , said to himself: "What should I write..."

"It's so clichéd, it's boring."

Before she knew it, there were dozens of crumpled paper balls beside her feet. She repeatedly recalled Xie Xun's eyes, convulsed with pain, and smiled in the dark.

Zhang Nuanyan lingered in the garden, full of autumn, as if seeing her loneliness, sending gusts of cold wind, making people feel cold for no reason.

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

Zhuyuan is where Xie Xun lives, and she has never set foot in it for so many years, even if she is a regular wife, she should live in Weijian Pavilion.

But ever since Meng Tangan came back, Xie Xun didn't let her move out of Zhuyuan!
Thinking of them sleeping together day and night, Zhang Nuanyan was so jealous that she went crazy.

When I saw it, I was stunned.

what did she see?
The ginkgo tree planted in the courtyard has withered leaves and drifted in the air. The top of the tree is a full moon that is out of reach. There is only one person in the courtyard, leaning against the door.

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

That's Xie Xun!

Time passed silently, there was no candle in the room, the people inside must have rested, Xie Xun never left, guarding the square inch.

Right in the courtyard, right in front of the door!
After an unknown amount of time, the man walked out.

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

(End of this chapter)