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

   Chapter 284 Aquaman Escape from Marriage vs Tsundere Crematorium (End)

The    missing person notice took off his hands and scattered silently on the ground.

   "Girl!"

   "Girl!"

  Time passed silently, minute by minute, and the world fell into complete darkness.

  I don't know how long it took before a savage and clear voice sounded in my ears.

  I don't know how long it took before a savage and clear voice sounded in my ears.

  ——"I heard that your daughter's family likes this. Childish is dead, but I happen to have time."

   A shimmer of light appeared, tearing apart the darkness.

   She saw the owner of the voice in the dazzling sunlight, her brows and eyes blurred, and it gradually became real.

   Dressed in red, high-spirited.

   Right under the peach tree, he carefully put a hand rope on the woman.

   In the picture, peach blossoms fell all over the ground.

The woman threw herself in his arms and asked him if he loved her, but he refused to admit it.

  The red rope ties the wrist to the side of the king. Although the love is deep, how can it be different.

   Impossible to be moved.

Do not.

   already excited!

  I love him every time I ask.

How much    is true or false, only Meng Tangan knows in his heart.

   Those countless moments of wavering and hesitation return to death at the moment of determination.

   Her love is disgusting. she thinks.

The family of origin has brought too many negative influences to Meng Tangan. She can't get out. She has the blood of mental illness in her body, soberly watching herself fall into the mire step by step. pessimistic.

  She lived under the sun, her heart died, and she died silently.

   For a broken person like her, it is really hard for those who love her to pick up and love her piece by piece.

   The body fell into the icy and rushing river, broke free from all restraints, and hundreds of millions of butterflies rushed out of her heart.

   She seemed to see Xie Xun's broken eyes.

   At the last moment of suffocation.

   Dare to admit love at last.

   she confirmed.

   She loves Xie Xun!

   Meng Tangan's last birthday wish, she thought about it for a long time.

Um……

   Don't meet people like her again in the future. It's fate to meet people who are countless times better than her.

   Forget her.

   Death and life do not meet.

  Congratulations to her early death, congratulations to him for meeting a loved one!

   "Meng Tangan."

   "Meng Tangan."

   There was a voice calling her in her ear, hoarse.

   Meng Tangan woke up from the chaos, slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was the gradually bright and meaningful eyebrows under the snow in the cold winter.

   A little bit to see clearly.

   She smiled slightly, her lips moved, her voice was low and pitiful, and she was naturally three-pointed: "Xie Xun..."

   She didn't know how fragile she looked, she only saw Xie Xun's tired look.

   Meng Tangan slept for two days and two nights, Xie Xun did not leave an inch, and the scattered missing person notices were picked up from the ground and put in a box.

   He was really scared to death by Meng Tangan.

  When Meng Tangan woke up, the two looked at each other in the ups and downs of light.

he knows.

   she remembered.

  Xie Xun's heart was aching, as if it had been cut open by serrations, but those words still made him soft-hearted in a mess.

   "Get up first and drink the medicine." He carefully helped her up and took the medicine from the next person.

   Meng Tang looked at him quietly, always feeling that she had waited for a long time to meet this time.

The snow outside the window faded silently, the eaves were covered with crystal clear ice, the branches of the evergreen trees were still piled with snow, and the branches were bent. You can see the fine dust fluttering, filled with a shallow bitter medicinal fragrance.

   He has a deep outline, just like the year when he first saw him, his long eyelashes, his eyes narrow and wide open, his slender fingers carefully holding the medicine, the warm air rising from the air, and his dark eyebrows are lined.

   "I want to be alone for a while." She was still pale, leaning on the soft couch, her blue silk draped behind her, looking at him with clear eyes and a very soft voice.

  Xie Xun paused, smiled at her, and coaxed her: "Drink the medicine first, okay?"

   He lowered his eyes and blew the medicine in the spoon, and brought it to her lips.

   Meng Tangan didn't open his mouth, he took it by himself and took a sip: "Xie Xun...I'll think about it again."

  Xie Xun's hand fell in mid-air, and didn't touch anything. It didn't take a while, and it didn't take off. The fingertips were a little stiff, the temperature was cold, and it took a long time to hang down.

   "What are you thinking about?" He looked at her, his peace also broken, "Will you give up on me again after you have thought about it?"

   Every time she thought about it, it was no surprise that she left him behind.

   Meng Tangan frowned and did not answer immediately, the room was so quiet that it was frightening, and the needles could be heard.

   "You really don't want me?"

   he asked again.

   "Is your plan clear?"

   There is only his voice in the house, from the beginning to the end.

  Meng Tangan's eyes were clean and dark, and when he stared at a person, he seemed to be looking at the whole world, opened his lips, and wanted to say something.

  Xie Xun is too familiar with her expression. Even though he is ready in his heart, he is still very sad. The sadness is about to overflow. The wedding date is obviously set, and he has to prepare to miss it again and again.

   "Think again." He easily interrupted her unspoken words and repeated in a low voice, "Think again...please."

   Meng Tangan sighed: "Xie Xun."

"You don't have to worry, I don't want to be entangled." Xie Xun smiled at her, his brows were as slack as always, and he put a lot of affection into it, leaning over and twisting the quilt on her body, "The medicine is a little hot, drink it slowly. "

After speaking, he staggered her gaze, turned to leave, the smile on his face faded a little bit, he felt a little dark in front of him, calmly looked at the distant snow light, a person was dizzy, had difficulty breathing, and his throat was sore. Tightly jammed, like going back to the night of hoarseness three years ago.

   "Aren't you stupid!" The soft coquettish anger of his daughter's house fell, and she was caught off guard on his back, as if she had picked up a large cloud, with a little complaining at the end.

  Xie Xun was stunned for a moment. Seeing that she was not wearing shoes and socks, he frowned. He put his hands through the crook of her legs and hugged her firmly: "How can you take care of yourself like this."

   "Isn't there you?" she asked rhetorically.

  Xie Xun looked at her lightly, and pulled his lower lip: "I can't be with you all the time."

   Meng Tangan smiled and wrapped his arms around his neck, with a clear and crisp tone: "Prepare the Peach Blossom Bar for the wedding."

   His figure suddenly froze, like a snow sculpture, frozen there, and he didn't respond for a long time, he only knew how to look at her.

   "Don't you understand?" Meng Tangan was a little puzzled, and approached him inch by inch, shortening the distance between the two, being close at hand, breathing entangled, able to see every detail clearly, and never miss each other.

She raised her eyebrows in the sun, bright and flamboyant, her brows were a little blurred, and her voice was very clear. She fell into this winter, three years late, like the sunshine walking through the branches on a mountain road, and the buds of spring bloomed. Like a folk song in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, it sings a lot.

   "I mean, the wedding date doesn't change, it's a good match!"

   One day.

  To walk down the street together and watch the sun.

  Remember, there are echoes.

  Xie Xun tried it.

   He was dazed by the surprise, as if he had drank strong alcohol secretly when he was a child, and got drunk on his mind. All this came without warning, and even had an unreal and illusory feeling.

   This time.

   He was not the one who was thrown away.

"Meng Tangan." In the staggered and subtle distance, the fine snowflakes fluttered outside the window, Xie Xun looked at her, his eyes met, every word had to pause for a moment, the name murmured countless times, love and hate intertwined, until Die forever.

   The heartbeat from the moment they held hands, to the sleepless night of a person, when he recites her name, all these have to be repeated in his heart.

   He said with love: "On March 16, it is advisable to get married."

   Her tone rose: "I guess it's not bad to have a glass of wine."

  Xie Xun pushed her against the window and kissed her deeply, his breath blended, his lips and teeth twitched.

   The white skirt has a beautiful arc, like the wings of a butterfly.

   He said a word in her ear, his voice was hot, and his feelings were also calm.

  Meng Tangan's breathing was messy, and her eyes were glistening, and she couldn't hear it very well. She looked at his shining eyes like clusters of Xiangshui from a close distance, reflecting the light of the first snow: "Huh?"

   "I said, I'll be fascinated by you."

   (end of this chapter)