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

   Chapter 230 Aquaman Escape From Marriage vs Tsundere Crematorium 120

   "Qiuqiu." Meng Tangan greeted her happily, "It's been a long time, little baby, have you missed me? Give me a kiss."

  Zha Qiu had never seen such a presumptuous girl before, so he coughed twice: "Girl, let me help you wash up."

   She didn't ask about the matter between Meng Tangan and Xie Xun, and she knew what she was interested in.

  Dali Temple.

Xie Xun received a letter from the frontier, he put the letter in the file, did not open it, got up, stumbled, and almost fell backwards, but fortunately Pei Yanzhi supported him in time, just touched his hand, just frowned.

   "Xie Xun?"

  …

Lin.

   "Meng Tangan actually came back, why didn't she poison her!"

  Lin Han is about to go crazy, everyone lives better than her!

   Especially when something happened to the Lin family, Lin Zhengyuan. They are still in the prison, and they are walking around, but they have not picked up anyone.

   Mother comforted her: "What can Xie Xun do to protect her? It's a fact that she escaped marriage. Xie Xun can accept it. Can Liu Zhu? Can the Queen Mother?"

   "It will be a palace banquet in a few days. You and I know how good the queen mother is to Xie Xun. I'm afraid Meng Tangan will suffer!"

  When Lin Han was going out, the little maid came over and said, "Miss, ask to see you from Lian."

   "She is now the woman of the Third Prince, how dare she come to see me?!" Lin Han said gloomily, "I want to see what she wants to do!"

  …

   Bamboo Garden.

   Xie Xun didn't come over today, Meng Tangan knew he was busy without guessing.

   She stared at the chains on her ankles in a daze, suppressed the rush of nausea, and chatted with Qi Lou one after another.

   "You are a pot, do you still have a pot father and a pot mother on it?"

   "..." Qi Lou said, "I am the spirit pot born of heaven and earth!"

   "Oh." Meng Tang lay quietly on the bed, bored, looking at the frosty moonlight on the ground, and curiously asked, "Then why do you want to maintain health?"

   "The meaning of health preservation itself is to live, and I am here to redeem you."

   "That's a pity." She said, "Why don't you change your bond to someone who is positive and optimistic."

   "Do you think I'm Chinese cabbage? Anyone can bind???"

   "I just feel that if you are with me, you will never be able to complete the task in your life."

   "That's not necessarily true." Qi Lou muttered, "My signboard hasn't been smashed yet..."

   "It's time to go to bed!" When he saw the time, his hair instantly froze, and he said fiercely, "It's the time of the sea! If you don't sleep, you will be bald!!"

   "What are you reminding me, have you ever lost sleep?"

   "No." He triumphantly said, "I have the ability to sleep in seconds."

  Meng Tangan... Meng Tangan was fiercely envious.

   "Sleep."

  What does insomnia feel like? It's probably that you can't sleep all night, you stay awake all night, you can't sleep when you want to sleep, and you can't wake up when you want to wake up.

   Meng Tangan used to suffer from insomnia for a while.

   After staying in this strange world for so long, she fell into a deep sleep and had a dream from the past for the first time.

  Dream, is her world.

   Dizzy and bizarre.

   "Our Tangtang is so beautiful."

   "Long like a doll."

   "This little girl is lucky at first sight."

  Three-year-old Meng Tangan, pampered, delicate and beautiful, with a lovable personality, soft and innocent speech, has undoubtedly become a princess in everyone's eyes.

  Her father is the president of a large company. He is gentle and elegant, and has great achievements.

   Meng Tangan has a perfect father and an imperfect mother.

  Her mother suffers from mental illness. She is always crying and laughing. She is silent and withdrawn. When she is awake, she is no different from a normal person.

  My mother would comb her hair, braid her hair, buy a pretty little skirt, kiss her forehead tenderly, and say that our family Tangtang is the best.

   But when my mother is sick, she will cry and beat her, scold her, and say she is a bastard!

   At this time, her father will take her away and lock her in the room. Outside, her face is as warm as jade, a little gloomy.

   Then, Meng Tangan would hear some kind of dull, terrifying sound from outside the room!

   At that time, she didn't understand what they were doing. Every time she went out of the room, she would see her mother with a blue nose and a swollen face.

   "Mom's eyes are red, what's wrong?" She asked suspiciously, holding her favorite brown bear doll.

  Dad will squat down at this moment and rub her head: "Mom accidentally bruised."

   Mom didn't speak, just sat numbly in the chair and wept silently.

  Everyone will sigh that her father is so kind to his wife, he doesn't care if his wife is mentally ill, and is willing to take care of her for the rest of his life.

   Occasionally a few aunties would gather together and whisper.

   "Why do I think the wound on Wang Jie's face looks like he was beaten?"

   "I look like..."

   "Impossible, how good Tang An's father is to Wang Jie, who manages such a big company and never messes with flowers. I can't ask for such a husband!"

   Meng Tangan first knew the word domestic violence in the words of an adult.

   That night she heard the familiar dull sound, walked quietly to the living room, and pushed open the door of their bedroom...

   She saw that the man who said goodnight to her before going to bed pressed her mother to the ground, and slapped the woman with the belt!

   "Don't hit mom!"

  The three-year-old stumbled over and stood in front of the woman, his eyes blank and his face flushed.

   "Get out, get out!" The woman roared hysterically, like a dog with no dignity.

   "Tangtang, you shouldn't have come in."

   The man's reaction was very calm, and there was a bit of hideousness under his warm face.

  Meng Tangan was wearing a delicate and expensive white dress, with a hair card her mother bought her in her hair. Standing in the room, her lips were red and her teeth were white, she was ignorant of the world, like a princess in a castle.

   She hugged her mother's hand, and then pulled the man's hand over to hold them together, even though she still didn't know what domestic violence was.

   "You guys don't fight."

   Her words didn't have any effect, the man took her out and locked her in the room regardless of the child's struggle, without the slightest expression on his face!

   This home is still what it used to be, bright and beautiful to outsiders, and rotten and smelly where no one can see it.

   Countless beatings, endless crying.

   Gore, violence, lies are all over the house!

   "Mom is going to die." The woman laughed and cried, holding the little girl in her arms, "What about my Tangtang..."

   Meng Tangan was held in her arms by her, and the bear doll was sandwiched between them, blinking dully, and said softly.

   "Mommy doesn't cry."

   Children over three years old have no awareness of death.

   What she saw was the unavoidable despair, repression, and violence against violence that gradually disappeared in front of her.

   This is what Meng Tangan learned from home.

  The woman sobbed, and when she heard her words, she seemed to have changed a person, and suddenly——

   (end of this chapter)