"You don't have to call me that in the future."

"Okay, Xu Beihou."

I cried so hard a few days ago that my voice is still hoarse, which is another kind of seduction.

She called her "Xunlang" a lot that day.

Xie Xun stared at her and wanted to say something, but didn't. He walked to the soft couch and sat down.

His slender fingers tapped the table: "They said you haven't left the house?"

"It's not Tang'an's home after all, so I don't dare to act arrogantly." Meng Tang'an stood in front of him.

Xie Xun raised his eyebrows coldly: "Is Lin Mansion your home?"

"Brother Lin raised me..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Xie Xun, with a terrifyingly cold tone: "Don't let me hear this name from you in the future."

Meng Tang'an sneered in his heart, couldn't stand it anymore? He insisted on playing disco on the spot of Xie Xun's grave, looking at him with confusion, and asked: "Why?"

Xie Xun didn't want to explain to her. He was the only one who gave the order: "I don't like it."

Meng Tangan pursed her lips, her long eyelashes drooped, her eyebrows were clear, her expression was downcast, and she seemed a little embarrassed.

Xie Xun felt a little annoyed when she looked like that.

Who is Lin Zhengyuan?

Is it worth her mentioning again and again?

His original good mood disappeared. He indifferently grabbed the woman's slender wrist and pulled her into his arms.

Meng Tang'an was unprepared, and he stumbled onto Xie Xun's body, subconsciously leaning on his shoulder and looking up at him.

The temperature on his body is slightly cool, and the light fragrance and thin coolness are also attractive. His eyebrows are arrogant and his eyes are deep, making people afraid to look directly at him.

Meng Tang'an subconsciously wanted to get up, but was restrained even harder, and her chin was pinched with long fingers.

Xie Xun lowered his eyes and looked at the plain white face, and raised her face with one free hand. The touch under his fingertips was delicate and soft, a temperature that belongs exclusively to his daughter's home.

"Meng Tang'an."

He chuckled, but there was not much warmth, and the smile did not reach his eyes: "Have you forgotten who you belong to now?"

Meng Tangan fell into his arms. This controlled posture was a bit uncomfortable, but she couldn't break free. One of her hands was held by the other person, so she could only look up at him and said innocently.

"You pinched me."

"Don't interrupt." Xie Xun didn't accept her, "Your thoughts are of no use to me."

"Then who does the Marquis think I should be?"

Meng Tang'an simply hooked her husband's neck and smiled happily, her eyes were crooked and shining.

The sweet fragrance of his daughter surged into Xie Xun's breath. His eyes were dark, he was chatting and laughing, showing an undeniable toughness: "My woman."

"Xu Beihou has many women, but Tang An doesn't want to be one of the many." Her tone was delicate and her eyes were clear.

"The ambition is not small."

"Thank you for the compliment." Meng Tangan's face was humble, but his tone was not. He was smiling, and the sleeves of his white shirt fell down, revealing a section of his white wrist.

"Every lady has her own merits, why do you want me to only choose you?" Xie Xun casually patted her face, his movements ambiguous but cold, like teasing a stray kitten or puppy on the roadside, "Just because of this

Face?"

"It's up to me." Meng Tang'an smiled slightly, her eyes filled with peach blossoms. When she looked at him, she seemed to be gazing at her lover from the previous life, with deep affection that stretched thousands of miles.

The fragrant fragrance lingered in Xie Xun's sleeves, but it turned into a cold, temperatureless voice: "You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me."

The next second, a soft kiss suddenly fell on the lips!

Soft, warm, sweet and fragrant, along Xie Xun's lip line.

Meng Tang'an took the initiative to kiss him without closing her eyes. Her eyelashes trembled. In Xie Xun's indifferent eyes, she said innocently: "Mr. Lang, give me a chance. Tang An will not let you down."

Lang Jun.

The name a wife calls her husband.

Meng Tangan really has the ability to seduce Xie Xun.

The temperature is hot, ambiguous and joyful.

Looking into those peach blossom eyes from a close distance, a charming and charming smile comes into view. Under the white shirt is the woman's looming collarbone.

He looked at it leisurely for a few seconds, leaning on the couch calmly, with bottomless eyes, and finally made some move.

He grabbed the woman's slender and delicate neck with one hand and ruthlessly grabbed every inch of her breath!

The strength of anti-customer focus.

Forced until Meng Tangan almost suffocated, she was forced to cater to her, and soon lost her strength and fell into his arms, her eyes filled with misty moisture and tears.

"People have a lot of thoughts, but they are quite soft."

Xie Xun's fingertips lazily touched her lips, his movements a bit frivolous, and he commented with a low smile.

The other party's eyes were gleaming and red, unable to reply. He felt that Meng Tang'an in this scene was more pleasing to his eyes than ever before.

"No matter how much I think, it's just because I admire Xu Beihou."

Meng Tangan said seriously.

Xie Xun had no intention of talking to her about admiration or admiration. This kind of topic was not of much interest to him. He hooked his fingers on her belt and could easily get it with a tug.

But Meng Tangan reached out and held him down.

"No." Her hand pressed on his.

Xie Xun looked at her and said coldly and without emotion: "Israel a servant, reject me?"

Meng Tang'an looked at him with satisfaction, her eyes were so pure and sincere at one moment, and her voice was clear and clear.

"When you marry me, do it in an upright and upright manner, bowing three times and kowtowing nine times."

Xie Xun paused and smiled slightly.

He didn't expect Meng Tang'an to say such words.

Bold and ambitious.

No matter how much Xie Xun liked Meng Tangan, he never thought of welcoming her as a wife.

What's more, he naturally doesn't like Meng Tangan much.

At most, he just needs a woman.

"Meng Tang'an." Xie Xun turned his jade finger, "This is boring."

Meng Tang'an seemed to have had her eyelashes permed, but she still stared at him stubbornly, and her words were clear and resounding: "I don't ask for a big sedan chair and red makeup, but I must marry the right matchmaker and be happy with each other."

Xie Xun looked at her, his eyes light and not angry, and he took out his hand inch by inch.

"In the past, you had no rules and I didn't care about you. But from now on, don't say such nonsense in front of me."

His tone was calm, a warning and a command.

Meng Tang'an's tongue was a little astringent. Looking at Xu Beihou's cold expression, he was quiet for a long time and asked softly: "What a mess?"

"Otherwise?"

Xie Xun hates people showing off in front of him.

He likes people who are sensible and obedient. If Meng Tangan is sensible, he won't mind giving her glory and wealth.

But she is the least sensible one.

All your thoughts have been trampled on and become worthless.

The atmosphere was so quiet that you could hear your own breathing. Meng Tangan looked up at him.

He is always smiling, very romantic, and also ruthless. He seems to be a carefree man who loves the world, but in fact he is more ruthless and unrighteous than anyone else.

There are all kinds of powdery smells lingering around, but there is no trace of movement.

"So you..." Meng Tang'an's lips moved, and it was so difficult to enunciate the words, as if a knife was stirring in his throat, "Do you want me to be an outsider?"
Chapter completed!