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

   Chapter 169 Lord Hou, he was caught by the beauty outside the room 59

  This time, Xie Xun had obvious anger on his face, his profile was sharp, his eyes darkened, standing in the dark, that red robe and jade crown was extremely expensive, and at this moment it was even more scary to the bottom of his heart.

   "Didn't you leave?"

   Meng Tangan put down the rolled up trouser legs in a hurry, trying to cover the wound on the ankle, but unfortunately everything has been exposed.

  The man walked over quickly, grabbed her wrist, leaned over, and said coldly.

   "This is my place, why should I go?"

   "You go out, I'm going to bed!"

  Meng Tangan said with red eyes and trembling, trying to free his hand, the natural strength is disparate, Xie Xun's strength is ruthless, it is completely useless, on the contrary, it is getting tighter.

   Xie Xun's anger had been suppressed since the day he left the Lin Mansion, and now he looked at Meng Tang'an coldly, smiling instead of anger.

He didn't even think about leaving, but Meng Tang'an had the ability to kill people. For her injury's sake, he didn't care, so he went to the study to rest, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter how he came out, and bumped into Zha Qiu. .

  Zha Qiu didn't speak, she didn't plan to say it?

   Endure it yourself?

   A squeamish bag like Meng Tangan, who doesn't complain and doesn't act like a spoiled brat, what's going on today?

   "Sleep?" Xie Xun cast a sarcastic glance at the woman's ankle. She had fair skin, and the injury was really deep, bloody, and dazzling, "That's how you sleep?"

   Those eyes fell on him, Meng Tangan seemed to be burned, her ankles shrank, trying her best to cover her up, trying to hide under the quilt, but Xie Xun reached out and held it, forcibly pressed it, unable to move.

   exposed.

   "Can you handle it!"

   Meng Tangan's temper also came up, and she threw out a sentence angrily, staring at him coldly, but the peach blossom eyes were red with tears, it was really no deterrent.

  Xie Xun didn't want to do this kind of pointless quarrel, and he always thought it was boring.

   But Meng Tangan was able to break his bottom line every time, and the fingers holding the woman's ankle used a little strength, and Meng Tangan, who was in pain, pulled back.

  The slender fingers are easy to wrap around, the jade feet under the palms are white and tender and small, I don't know if it hurts or what, the toes are slightly curled up, shiny and pitiful.

   That touch of Bai Shengsheng is very eye-catching in the dark, like Ningxue, in the hands of Xu Beihou, the picture contains a bit of fragrance.

   Warm and fragrant nephrite jade, lively and fragrant.

Especially when she was only wearing a thin snow-white tunic, because of her struggling movements, the collar spread out, revealing a small piece of snowy skin. With the ups and downs of her breathing, her collarbone was looming, her black hair was scattered behind her, and her waist was full. Grip, against the palm-sized face, so charming.

  Xie Xun looked at her, his eyes were deep and dark, cold and unsympathetic: "The woman I raised, I don't care who cares?"

   Somehow, Meng Tangan's face suddenly turned pale, without any blood.

   - Please, this scene really can't help but make people think.

  It's a pity that her operation after a while has blinded such a good atmosphere.

   It's impossible to count on Xie Xun's temperament to say anything good.

   Occasionally, a few words that seem to be affectionate are just young and romantic, the cold eyes are shining, the thin lips evoke a small smile, and a little love sentence or two can make the little girl fascinated, after all, it is nothing but false.

Fascinating.

   His loveliness is fickle.

  The atmosphere suddenly quieted down. Xie Xun sat on the edge of the bed, holding her ankle in one hand and resting it on her lap. The other hand picked up the medicine next to her, and looked down at the injury, her eyes were bottomless.

   The wound was scratched a little deep by the porcelain. Perhaps the bedroom was too dark, or it was caused by pain. Her dressing was not good at all. The gauze was messy and blood was oozing.

   "He's clumsy and can't do a little thing well."

  Xie Xun disliked Dao, and took apart the gauze again, suppressing the discomfort in his heart, but felt that he couldn't bear such an ugly dressing method.

   He still doesn't know what distress is.

   When I found out later...

   "Yes, I can't do anything well, I'm not worthy of you, and I'm not as good as those aristocratic families!"

   Meng Tangan popped out of his teeth word by word, his tone was cold, but his eyes were red, with a bit of ruthlessness, indescribable grievance and hatred.

  Xie Xun saw that look for the first time, he was stunned for a moment, didn't take it seriously, and casually gave her medicine: "I just like you."

   Meng Tangan stopped talking, and pulled the quilt over. Xie Xun held her white jade feet in her hands and put them on her lap, watching the scene silently.

   There was only the rumbling of thunder in the bedroom, and the rain became more and more urgent and overwhelming.

Xie Xun could feel that she was looking at him, but he didn't care. He had long eyelashes, and his expression was thin and angry. The profile of his face was clean and distinct, and he was immersed in the dim shadow. Frightening, afraid to speak.

   The action of applying the medicine and wrapping the gauze was very slow. He had never been so particular about himself, but instead gave Meng Tangan all his patience.

   When the wound was finally bandaged, he looked up and was stunned.

  The woman looked at him quietly, crying unexpectedly——

   His eyes were hazy and pitch-black, and tears fell down one drop after another. Two tear streaks were clearly visible. They slid across his pale and thin cheeks, and dripped onto the bedding, which soon became wet!

   No sound came out.

   is not hysterical, nor is it complacency, it is very quiet from beginning to end, but it makes people feel panic, panache, and despair for no reason.

   For so long, Xie Xun didn't notice it!

   "Why are you crying?" Xie Xun's fingertips paused, a little tight.

   He didn't kill her again, so there's nothing to cry about.

   Xie Xun has never seen a woman with so many tears.

   "It hurts..."

  Meng Tangan opened his lips several times, moved slightly, but did not utter a syllable, until finally, with the thunder and lightning, he spit out a pitiful sound, almost annihilated in this heavy rain.

   Choked, broken.

   She didn't say anything about the pain before, when she was slapped, she didn't say when she bandaged the wound.

"How can you be so squeamish?" Xie Xun raised his fingers to wipe away the tears on her face. The skin under the fingertips was delicate, and the tears were hot, and he couldn't wipe them away. He didn't understand why she was crying and her voice was hoarse. "The injury doesn't leave a scar."

   Meng Tangan cried even more, almost to tears, her peach blossom eyes were dazed and dazed, looking at Xie Xun, she seemed to have no focus, her eyes shattered and shattered, revealing a sense of distant emptiness.

   "Where did I go wrong?"

   she asked: "What did I do wrong..."

   This is the second time she cried like this except that Dahong's wedding dress was almost humiliated that day.

   is all about him.

  Xie Xun can always make Meng Tangan cry again and again.

   "You're right." Xie Xun hugged the man in his arms, pressing his long fingers against the woman's slender, choked back, squinting his eyes, and taking a single word.

The man in his arms couldn't stop crying, and a drop of tears stained the front of his shirt. It was clearly a cold night, but the temperature in his heart was scorching hot. He squeezed his sleeve tightly, and his knuckles were white with a hint of words. Out of hatred, breathing ups and downs shattered.

   "Don't cry..."

   Meng Tangan doesn't care, she will shed tears all over the earth!

   (end of this chapter)