Xie Xun was indifferent: "Let Brother Lin carry you away."

Meng Tang'an stared at him and smiled: "I think Xu Beihou looks more like Pan An than Brother Lin, and he is majestic. His eyes... are eager to see him."

Her voice was a little low, delicate and soft, seductive to the core, and her tone had some unclear meaning.

Xie Xun could understand her words, but listening to the tone, he always felt that the words were not good, and frowned: "It's useless to flatter me."

"What Tang An said is true."

Xie Xun's face is better suited to lewd lyrics and erotic songs than anyone else. It is best to have red eyes, full of lust, and no longer sober and sharp arrogance.

Extremely extravagant and indulgent in love.

Fall.

Desire.

Meng Tang'an felt a little regretful. If there was a chance in the future, she would definitely sing majestic songs to Xie Xun in front of his grave every day.

The mountain forest was so quiet that only the sound of footsteps was left. Meng Tangan struggled to follow him, while Xie Xun walked very fast, showing no sympathy for her at all.

The pain in her ankle was so severe that her eyes were red, and she had the courage to pull on the sleeve of the person in front of her.

Xie Xun paused and glanced at her lightly.

The eyes are deep under the slender eyelashes. The sunlight breaks into pale gold and outlines the beautiful and proud outline. You can see the woman's red eyes like rabbits.

"I can't hug you, I'll give up on this."

Meng Tang made a sound, and relaxed his grip on his sleeves. His fingertips were a little white, like flowers wilted by the wind and rain, and he retracted his fingers.

"Where does it hurt?" Xie Xun paused for a moment and asked irritably.

"Left foot." Meng Tangan answered immediately, looking at him without blinking.

"Troublemaker." Xie Xun held back his temper and pushed the person on the stone next to him. He leaned over and knelt down. His long and sharp fingers lifted up the legs of the woman's white prison uniform. He looked at the already bruised and swollen ankles and pulled his lips. "You are so awesome."

."

"It's not your fault..."

Xie Xun felt that she was unreasonable: "You have a sprained foot, what does it have to do with me?"

"I only have weak feet when I'm with you." Meng Tangan looked at him pitifully.

Strong words!

Xie Xun looked at those eyes for two seconds, was too lazy to argue with her, and held the ankle.

The sudden coldness against her skin made Meng Tangan shrink subconsciously and retract her feet.

"What are you moving for?" Xie Xun used some force, his voice was low and hoarse, and he was impatient to ask.

The skin under the fingertips is soft, and when the trouser legs are rolled up, the woman's slender and straight calves are exposed, which are smooth and beautiful, and the white flash is dazzling.

"It hurts."

The delicate voice made Xie Xun pause.

Meng Tangan lowered her eyelashes and stopped moving, quietly looking at the person half-kneeling in front of her.

The sound of wind carries the coolness of early autumn, and the smell of earthy branches and leaves in the forest fills your breath, with a faint fragrance that is not easy to detect.

The arrogant and romantic Mr. Xie Xiaohou, dressed in rich red, half-knelt there.

She had deep eyebrows, a cold and impatient look, and her long-knuckled fingers held her ankles. Perhaps due to martial arts training, there were thin calluses on the palms of her hands, which made her feel a little itchy and the temperature was cold, making her feel unspeakably ambiguous.

But this ambiguity quickly disappeared.

The other party squeezed her ankle hard, causing Meng Tangan to burst into tears from the instant pain. Her peach blossom eyes were pitiful and she gasped.

"Take it easy!"

Xie Xun glanced at her and said yes, and then the next second, he grabbed her ankle and twisted it.

Meng Tangan seemed to hear the sound of bones colliding, her face turned pale, her eyes were red, there were tears, and she was panting slightly.

Tears were falling down, as if they were free, and her voice was full of the squeamishness of a little girl, complaining about her grievances.

"Can't you be gentler? It hurts so much."

Xie Xun sneered: "Do you want to lose your feet?"

He straightened up and said calmly: "Get up when you're ready, don't waste my time."

Meng Tang'an fluttered her eyelashes in confusion, moved tentatively, and then moved again. She was surprised to find that her ankle really didn't hurt that much anymore.

I was immediately overjoyed and stopped crying.

The voice is sweet and crunchy.

"Xu Beihou is really a living miracle doctor."

Even if he is wrong, Meng Tang'an can tell him a way of robbing people from the gate of hell.

"Not a word of truth."

"Every word of Tang'an's words is true." Meng Tang'an stood up and followed him.

A gust of wind passed through the forest, dead leaves fell, and the white hair ribbon was wrapped around green silk and danced, drawing beautiful and vivid arcs in the air.

"After the Marquis goes out...are you going back to the Xubei Hou Mansion?" She glanced at him quickly, stared down at the fallen leaves on the ground, kicked the stones with her toes, and asked in a low voice.

"Hmm."

Xie Xun's answer was brief, and Meng Tang sighed in relief. He retracted his fingers into his sleeves, and the joyful energy just now disappeared again. He followed him slowly, with a strong red dress in his eyes.

"Then I want to go back..."

The voice she asked was so soft that you couldn't hear it unless you listened carefully. Xie Xun captured it clearly in the forest where only birds were passing by.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of that pale face, like a frail flower. He didn't like Meng Tang Ansheng's inappropriate intentions, but he also didn't like the way she didn't say anything.

I interrupted her, I had no patience to listen, and I didn’t like this feeling of being out of control.

Quiet warning.

"Everyone can do what we do today, don't be too sentimental."

Such clearly audible words hit my ears, and there was no ups and downs in my tone, which was as it should be.

To him, she can be a toy in his spare time or a pet to tease, but that's about it.

For a little maidservant who is as humble as duckweed to try to cling to the powerful is probably a joke in his eyes.

Meng Tang'an licked her dry lips and said, "That's it..."

"It turns out that Tang An was overthinking it." She bent her peach blossom eyes and smiled brightly and innocently. She seemed carefree and childish.

Xie Xun looked away and said calmly: "Don't laugh, ugly."

As expected, Meng Tangan stopped laughing and kicked stones alone.

The forest was very quiet, only the sound of footsteps was left.

When she was about to walk out of Bai'an Mountain, she suddenly paused and said in a soft voice: "Marquis Xu Bei, please go first."

"What are you doing?" Xie Xun looked at her coldly.

Meng Tangan Wentun explained: "I know that I am not worthy of Xu Beihou. I am afraid of being criticized if I am seen by others, so it is better to avoid suspicion."

Xie Xun's eyes were cold: "Meng Tang'an."

"My slave is here."

The woman is gentle and soft-spoken, has a pleasant voice, has peach-shaped eyebrows, and is graceful and graceful.

Xie Xun has never seen such a person.

"As you wish." He tossed his sleeves and left without any expression on his face. He glanced at Yu Yi and said, "Let's go."

Yu Yi:???

So I’m just a tool person?

After watching your love and seeing you quarreling??

Yu Yi has never been so speechless in his life!

Meng Tangan stopped where he was, watching the slender figure gradually walk away without pausing or looking back. Even his back showed an unattainable arrogance.

She curled her lips, smiling with an unknown meaning, and walked in another direction.

Unexpectedly, I heard a cry for help nearby.
Chapter completed!