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

Chapter 732
Su Qing'an only glanced at it, and then asked casually, "Why are you still here?"

She seemed to be very surprised and surprised by his presence here.

Cen Zhou was stunned for a while, chewing on her words, and asked with some doubts, "Should I not be here?"

"The day before yesterday...it was April [-]th."

Su Qing settled down: "Oh." Her face was still calm, and she turned her head to Nie Chengye and said, "You go to the study and wait for me, I will pass after I say a few words."

Nie Chengye stood very close to Su Qingan: "It won't take much time, I'll wait for you here."

A flash of fire flashing like cold electricity suddenly fell on Nie Chengye with a loud voice!

"The matter between me and Su Qing'an, what are you?"

Nie Chengye's face changed slightly, and when he looked at Cen Zhou, a half-smile soon appeared on his face: "I have known the princess for ten years, but you have only known Qing'an for a mere year, what do you think I am?"

"Nie Chengye." Su Qingan said calmly, "Go to the study."

Although Nie Chengye was a little unwilling, he finally gave Su Qing'an some face and eased his expression: "Okay, then you should come here earlier, there is no need to waste time on some irrelevant people."

Su Qingan didn't respond to him.

Nie Chengye took two steps forward, then turned around suddenly, as if remembering something, he smiled and spoke to Su Qing'an, leaning a little closer, without deliberately lowering the volume.

"Princess, this Ganmei Temple wine is very good. Since you said you like it, I will send two jars to your house someday."

There was a sneer on Cen Zhou's lips.

Su Qing'an knew very well what Nie Chengye was thinking, and she also knew that Cen Zhou's gaze fell on them, and his expression was indifferent.

Nie Chengye turned and left, the smile on his face faded, relying on what Cen Zhou did on the night Su Qing'an died in his previous life.

He will definitely not give up his beloved to the other party.

In this courtyard, she and Cen Zhou were left alone.

The dull and piercing thunder reverberated across the sky, and the courtyard was swayed by wind and rain. Once all the peach blossoms fell off the soil, they fell in front of and behind them alone, unwilling to go back.

The night grew darker.

Holding a smoky blue oiled paper umbrella, Su Qing'an looked at the opposite figure indifferently: "Speak."

The health pot followed Su Qingan tremblingly, his face was pale, and he was in a hurry: "Don't talk nonsense! What are you trying to do! The blackening value is not a joke! You can't stimulate him anymore!"

Su Qing Anquan presumably didn't hear Qi Lou's words.

Cen Zhou could feel the subtle change in Su Qingan's attitude, but he didn't understand the reason for this change. The rain blurred his vision, and when he blinked, the raindrops rolled down from the eyelashes, reflecting the woman's face. face.

The young man clenched the wooden hairpin in his sleeve tightly, no matter how white the finger bones were, he was not willing to hurt the hairpin, and tried to restrain himself from asking in a calm tone, with a hoarse voice: "Where have you been these three days?"

What he wanted to say was that he was worried about her, and also, wanted to see her.

Cen Zhou has always suffered a lot from his bad words.

"That's all? I spent a few days relaxing in the suburbs."

Su Qing'an was so depressed that she didn't even bother to give him an excuse.

When he didn't eat or drink for three days, and waited for her from full of joy to disappointment, she was chatting with others.

Nothing happened to her, she just couldn't be bothered to see him.

So there was no communication at all.

Even if she was questioned face to face at this time, Su Qing'an didn't have any intention of explaining, and said over the young man: "I have nothing to do, I will leave."

"You asked me before if I love you or not—" Cen Zhou stopped her, his tone even a little anxious.

The eager voice pierced through the sound of rain, and every word is a beating heart.

This heart was warmly held in front of Su Qing'an.

"I think." The answer that had been circling in his heart for a year, until the moment he said it, was not as difficult as imagined. Cen Zhou didn't care about other things, and looked at her with firm eyes, "It's love."

Su Qingan stopped in her tracks and looked at his face expressionlessly, but what appeared in front of her eyes was the scene of Gongchang from the previous world, and he pointed an arrow at her.

As long as she sees this face now, she will think of his betrayal, and even feel disgusted by the love in his eyes.

At this moment, he smiled strangely at her, his eyes were like clusters of cold stars.

"The one-year agreement between us, I am willing to bet and admit defeat, I admit defeat."

——"In one year, if I can't make you stay in the Princess Mansion willingly, you will never see each other in the next few decades."

This was what Su Qing'an said a year ago.

At that time the boy resisted coldly, but now the boy's eyes are full of sincerity.

Su Qing'an laughed suddenly, her heart hurt so badly that it made people go crazy.

Cen Zhou in the previous life didn't love her, so what if he helped Su Ziheng kill her?It's just the last life, everything is different now, it's useless for her to convince herself like this.

What disgusts her is not that Cen Zhou killed her, as long as he wants, he can take revenge on her at any time, and she is not afraid of dying in his hands.What disgusted her was that he was standing with Su Ziheng, and Su Mohuan was behind him.

Really, enough to teach people to respond.

"Is there any more?" Su Qingan asked.

"This hairpin—" On a very cold day, Cen Zhou's palms were sweating. He took out the mahogany hairpin that he had kept private for a long time, and handed it to Su Qing'an, cherishing it seriously, "Give it to the princess."

A sigh fell.

"Cen Zhou, Cen Zhou, why do you lack love so much?"

With his dazed eyes, Su Qingan took the hairpin. She could see that the corners were a little rough, but it was already carved beautifully. Her pale fingertips stroked the hairpin inch by inch, and then——

Su Qing'an let go of her hand, and fell hard to the ground!
At the same time broke a heart.

Her temperament is extreme and sick, and she can't let go.

This thorn pierced her heart like a knife, whether she pulled it out or not, it was dripping with blood.

Hearing the sound of the mahogany hairpin hitting the ground and rolling into the mud, Su Qing'an didn't feel much vengeful pleasure in her heart.

"Just for fun, why take it seriously."

Cen Zhou's breathing froze, his mind went blank, he stared blankly at the hairpin that fell to the ground, it was difficult for his usual calm thinking to sort out the current matter, and it took him a long time to find his voice, the almost difficult and absurd question :"What's the meaning?"

"The bet is over. Didn't you always want to leave? I will help you." Su Qing'an walked past him with a cold tone, "From now on, life and death will never meet!"

—— "Warning! The redemption mission target has a blackening value of 87!!"

After stabilizing the value that was about to decline for a year, at a certain moment, it fluctuated wildly, like a trend of a steep cliff, soaring, soaring!
Cen Zhou grabbed the woman's slender wrist with all his strength, and stood in front of her, with all the veins in his fingers bulging.

The umbrella rolled to the side, unmoved.

The torrential rain hits the head, dripping along the side of the face should be embarrassing, and the back is stiff and stretched in a straight line, like a bow that may break at any time.

(End of this chapter)