"Xu Beihou's future wife must be a noble girl, virtuous and virtuous."

And she doesn’t occupy any of it.

He comes from a humble background, loves to have a bad temper, is neither virtuous nor kind, and cannot bear to share the same person with others.

Xie Xun picked up the teacup and took a sip. The fine tea was not tasted at all, but tasted bland. He put the teacup down again and placed it on the table with a slight sound.

Meng Tang'an held her chin up, her hibiscus and jade face under the light and shadow, and her black hair reached her waist: "It's really the opposite of Tang An."

Xie Xun chuckled, lifted her chin, the distance was a bit close, and his movements were flirtatious and ambiguous: "Does someone like you want to marry someone home and be a supporter of the ancestors?"

"Tang'an dare not offend the ancestors of the Xu Beihou Mansion."

"No offense to you." Xie Xun asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, the energy is gone."

Xie Xun knew she was lying. After all, he had a say in this matter. Meng Tang'an's slap hurt him for three days, but he never told anyone about it. After all, it was too embarrassing.

"What happened today——"

"Please rest assured, Mr. Hou, about today's matter. Tang'an will definitely not embarrass you!"

Before Xie Xun finished speaking, he was interrupted by Meng Tangan, who smiled innocently and briskly, and it seemed that he didn't take it to heart at all.

Medicine was applied to the side of her face, and it would take some time for the swelling to subside. It did not damage her beauty at all, but made her look a little more endearing and broken. Her pair of peach blossom eyes showed endless affection to everyone she looked at, and her voice was crisp and clear.

"Without Zhang Nuanyan, there will be countless Miss Zhangs in the future, and Tang'an... will not cause trouble to Xu Beihou."

Xie Xun stared at her.

Meng Tangan looked careless, as if it was a trivial matter.

"You are considerate." Xie Xun was neither salty nor cool, his eyes dark.

"Thank you, Lord Marquis, for the compliment."

She is too sensible today.

If it had been normal, there would have been trouble long ago.

Such a delicate and fragile person.

He originally wanted to tell Meng Tang'an that he would not let it go, but he didn't expect that she would be so obedient.

"I'm tired and want to rest first. Why don't you go back to the Marquis' mansion first?"

"Are you driving me away?"

Xie Xun had seen so many women crawling onto his bed, but this was the first one to take the initiative to push him elsewhere.

"No, I'm just a little sleepy."

Meng Tangan answered calmly, looking at him innocently, clasping his hands tightly together, his finger bones turning white, revealing his hidden uneasiness.

She was afraid of him staying the night.

Xie Xun looked at her hand coldly and suddenly smiled: "If I want to touch you today, why, you still want to play with me until you die?"

Meng Tangan was stunned.

That kind of look pierced into his eyes, making Xie Xun upset, and he couldn't tell where the anger accumulated in his chest came from.

He narrowed his narrow eyes and leaned on the couch lazily, feeling romantic and lingering. He said softly in the blurred light and shadow: "If you want me to go, please beg me."

How to ask for help?

Are you going to do this or that and finally say it’s okay with a trembling voice?

When you say that, I get a little excited!

It's a pity that reason limits Meng Tang'an's performance, otherwise she would definitely let Xie Xun call her daddy.

The woman's eyelashes trembled wildly, and she clenched her palms, but a soft and affectionate smile appeared on her face. It was fake and hypocritical. Wu Nong spoke softly and just spoke.

"Xun..."

He only uttered one word and was pushed away by Xie Xun.

The man walked out coldly, his back slender and indifferent. He didn't care about the heavy rain under the eaves. He didn't even hold an umbrella, and his voice was scattered in the cold wind.

"Take care of your master!"

Cha Qiu was trembling with fear, fearing that Meng Tangan would offend Xie Xun. The more he was afraid, the more likely he would be.

When I looked up and saw Xu Beihou stepping into the rain curtain alone, I was so frightened that I lost my soul and hurriedly stepped forward: "Master Hou..."

Meng Tang'an was the only one left in the bedroom. She rested her chin and looked out the window leisurely. It was pouring rain, but she couldn't see anything. She smiled and said to the health pot.

"Do you believe he will come back?"

Qi Lou was already as dead as ashes: "You two will kill each other!"

This daughter and son are so rebellious!

Even nine cows can’t be pulled back!

What kind of adolescence is this?

The old father’s health pot means he is very tired.

Meng Tang'an cut off the candlelight and took off her outer clothes. Three thousand black hairs were scattered behind her, making her look delicate and thin.

The bedroom was completely plunged into darkness.

It's late at night.

"Girl, how could you let Mr. Hou leave?"

Cha Qiu felt scary thinking about the scene just now, especially after something like this happened today. Showing weakness is the right thing to do!

Meng Tangan sat on the bed, with his hands around his knees, his eyes dark and pure, and whispered: "Cha Qiu, can you get me some medicine?"

"The medicine the Marquis gave to the girl is of the best quality and will never leave any scars."

"No, it's a hemostatic medicine."

"Girl, what's wrong with you?!"

When Cha Qiu got the medicine back, Meng Tangan explained: "It was just a scratch from the tea cup. It's nothing serious. Just take the medicine and it will be fine. You can go back and rest."

Cha Qiu sighed: "Miss, call me if you need something."

The rain was still falling. Cha Qiu went out and saw the figure under the eaves not far away, and his heart skipped a beat.

"What's wrong with her?"

Xie Xun's red clothes were a little wet, and her profile was sharp and angular, showing an extremely sharp dignity in the cold night. Her expression was hard to see clearly, and her aura was very oppressive.

Cha Qiu thought of Zhang Nuanyan's behavior of smashing the teacup, and said slowly: "The girl was accidentally scratched by the teacup that broke during the day..."

There is no moon tonight, the candles are extinguished, and the cold rain hits the windows quickly, making a whistling sound.

Meng Tang had some difficulty applying the medicine, and he opened his trouser legs with one hand, revealing a slender ankle with a bleeding wound.

The blood was stuck to the white trouser legs. Just now, thanks to the dim sky and the cover of the outer skirt, nothing could be seen. Now it is a bit shocking to see it like this.

This wound was indeed opened when the tea cup splashed. Even if it wasn't there, Meng Tangan would find a way to make it.

She lowered her head and took out the teacup fragment from the handkerchief. It had sharp edges and corners. It was the piece that she had specially hidden when Cha Qiu was cleaning it up.

I pinched it and made a gesture to the injury on my ankle, and then scratched it without blinking!

"Ahhh!"

Qi Tower almost collapsed, with ghosts crying and wolves howling.

"No, I didn't even call you, what's your name?" Meng Tang'an was puzzled.

"My health sign was smashed by you!!!"

"..."

Meng Tang'an deepened the long incision, put away the porcelain pieces, and then began to apply medicine to stop the bleeding. There was no change in his face.

The peach blossom eyes are drooping. Due to their fragile constitution, they are tearful and the ends of their eyes are red.

The health pot really doesn’t understand this operation.

The sound of a woman sucking in cold air could be heard intermittently in the bedroom. Even if she tried her best to restrain herself, she would still utter a few syllables and try to apply medicine to herself in a scribble, frowning.

"Meng Tang'an, you are really capable!"
Chapter completed!