Meng Tangan was in a daze, breathing raggedly, and complaining hoarsely, like a girl in a boudoir accusing her sweetheart of her crimes one by one.

"You don't like me, you have a bad temper, you treat me badly, and you leave me alone on the mountain and leave. What should I do if I am in danger?"

"Didn't you want me to leave?" Xie Xun's voice was very calm.

"Then you can't coax me?"

The woman's eyes were very red, as was the tip of her nose. She looked like a snow-white rabbit who had been wronged so much that even her most beloved carrots had been swept away, with her two ears twitching.

Xie Xun laughed angrily, not understanding how she could ask such a question.

It is really difficult to raise a woman and a villain.

"Strong words." He sneered, "I won't argue with you this time."

Meng Tangan leaned tiredly in his arms, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, her black hair flying in the air, and there were still wet tears on her face.

"It's been so long since you came to see me, do you know, know... I miss you so much..."

The words were a little blurry and choked by the end, but Xie Xun captured them clearly.

His movements froze for a moment, staring at that stunningly beautiful face, touching the tears in the corners of his eyes, lowering his long eyelashes to cover the emotions under his eyes, and said for a long time.

"This time it is my fault."

"I don't want to like you anymore." Meng Tangan said angrily, closing her eyes and burying them in his heart.

Xie Xun's heartbeat suddenly stopped for a moment.

Knowing that what she said was angry, uncontrollable anger still rushed up. Even his eyes were a little cold, and he pinched her chin with one hand and forcibly raised Meng Tangan's eyes.

"Take back what you said."

Meng Tang'an was stunned for several seconds, staring at him, realizing that he had been attacked, and his eyes immediately turned red: "You hurt me."

Xie Xun felt a little irritated. When he faced that face, he finally let go of his hand and said coldly: "Don't let me hear such words a second time."

"Just because you don't like me, I can't help but like you?" Meng Tangan complained.

Xie Xun's expression was dull, he looked forward and said indifferently.

Meng Tangan became even more angry and shouted: "Xie Xun, you bastard!"

Xie Xun doesn't care, let her say whatever she wants.

As long as you don’t say that.

Meng Tangan said he was tired at the end and was quiet for a while, then suddenly tugged on his sleeve.

Her face was pale, and the ends of her eyes were blooming with a touch of peach blossoms in March. Her red clothes lined her snow-skinned skin, her breath exhaled a delicate fragrance, and she said blankly: "Xie Xun, I feel so uncomfortable..."

The voice was choked with sobs, revealing the softness and charm unique to Jiangnan women. It was like a fine peach blossom that had been intoxicated all day long and fell on the ear, making the person's heart feel itchy.

"Not an asshole now?"

"You know how to be cruel to me."

Xie Xun lowered his eyes and saw that the person in his arms had messy hair, tears in his eyes, and the scarlet color spread from the jade-colored skin under the wedding dress.

The soft and boneless arms tried their best to cling to his neck, and the wide sleeves slipped off. The traces left on the snowy wrists did not fade away, which became more and more shocking. The fingers were long and trembling, with a light color.

Cold fingers were placed on Meng Tang'an's forehead, and the temperature under his palm was hot. Xie Xun's eyes darkened, and he was sullen and dangerous, rolling with rage.

No one knows better than Xie Xun what kind of medicine Meng Tang'an contains.

The cold temperature dropped, which eased the restlessness that was on fire a bit.

Meng Tang'an unconsciously moved close to the palm of his hand, like some kind of small animal, with sparkling peach blossom eyes, stirring up a pool of water, his cheeks were thin and red, his white teeth were slightly opened, and he was crying.

"You hug me."

Xie Xun took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He did not let his anger destroy his reason. His eyebrows were cold and his pace quickened.

Meng Tang'an was almost unconscious, her body became increasingly uncomfortable, and a white hand opened the collar of her wedding dress blankly.

Xie Xun couldn't avoid it and came into view. He almost gritted his teeth and lifted up her collar, threatening in a low voice: "If you dare to make trouble again, I will throw you out."

He carried the person to a house he bought outside.

Xie Xun didn't come to this house very often on weekdays. He would occasionally rest here for a night. When the servants saw Xu Beihou striding towards him, holding a woman in his arms, they were involuntarily stunned!

I was quite frightened, and I only had time to catch a glimpse of a bright red color, so I quickly lowered my head and saluted, not daring to take another look.

Xie Xun had no expression on his face. He held the person firmly, stepped into the inner room, placed the person on the bed, and said in a cold voice.

"Get cold water!"

The interior furnishings are exquisite and noble, showing traces of life, quite unorganized and full of fireworks.

The slender figure stood in front of the couch and was grabbed by the neck and lowered. The red clothes were overlapped and entangled, making it impossible to tell who belonged to whom.

"Xie Xun..."

She cried and murmured his name, her voice was charming and graceful, and every word was full of affection. She took the initiative to raise her eyes and kissed him, and the soft and beautiful rouge fell on the corners of Xie Xun's lips, unfamiliar and timid.
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Her breath was filled with the sweet and fragrant aroma that was unique to her body. Xie Xunfeng's movements suddenly froze, the fingers on her sides tightened, and her veins popped out.

"Xie Xun, want me." Meng Tang'an's eyes curled up like peach blossoms, lying on the precious red sandalwood couch, with three thousand black hair scattered around, her black hair wrapped around her skin, her red wedding dress charming and passionate, letting everyone know

Do whatever you want, smile at him joyfully and affectionately, making the night of Chang'an bright and prosperous.

She whispered: "You want me."

It seems like begging and bewitching.

Xie Xun has always been in a high position and has not been close to women. Even though he was riding horses galloping in Chang'an City and wearing red sleeves all over the building, he was not moved at all.

He hates the love between his children and his daughter's fragrance.

I never thought that one day, someone would take the initiative to kiss him and murmur his name.

At that moment, there was an almost crazy impulse.

Die on her.

"Meng Tang'an." The cold and hoarse voice fell. It was no longer as lazy and dignified as before, every word was full of extreme possessiveness.

He wished he could cut her bones and merge into his flesh and blood. He pinched her waist hard with his long and sharp fingers. The part under his palm was so thin that it seemed as if it would break if it was broken. The thin material could not restrain the force at all.

Xie Xun's eyebrows are as before, and the eyebrows are twitching and ink, which is a picture that is unparalleled in the world. The horse in bright clothes is angry and arrogant. At this moment, the red clothes are close at hand, and his breathing is entangled.

It fell like a violent storm, without any pity, and was so cruel that it was outrageous: "You asked for it."

He has never been a gentleman, he wants what he wants and doesn't care about anything else.

All the sounds were blocked, and the complicated and beautiful bright red wedding dress trembled unconsciously.

Meng Tang'an's eyebrows were filled with emotion, and the waves of light reflected the scenery of the lake and mountains. Her pupils swayed absently, and Xie Xun's fairy spirit of indigo was dyed alive and fragrant inch by inch.

There were whispers of dependence, as if Xie Xun was her heart and her heaven.

"Xunlang..."

"Xunlang..."

The voice is fragmented, and a piece of snowy wrist hangs weakly.

"If Xunlang likes it, you don't have to worry about Tang An..."

There was no answer. What she responded to was Xie Xun's silence and ferocity.

Meng Tang'an vaguely saw the features so close to him. Xu Beihou, who had always been arrogant and dignified, had a different look.

Her eyes were blank, and she thought to herself that there was some truth in the rumors. Xie Xun did have a good appearance.

Under the long eyelashes, Xie Xun's eyes are sharp and narrow, shining like clusters of Xiangshui, as if smiling and expressing affectionate love, but after all, it is not false.

"Huai Jing." He said in a calm voice, "My words."

Xie Xun.

Xie Huaijing.

Passionate and affectionate.
Chapter completed!