Meng Tangan was counting with his fingers. When he heard Xie Xun's words, he looked up at him, with a lingering smile in his eyes and a soft voice: "What's wrong?"

Xie Xun put down his chopsticks. He had no appetite for the carefully prepared meal. He leaned back on his chair, still looking lazy and calm, and said without any emotion.

"I will return to Xu Beihou's Mansion tomorrow."

Meng Tang'an was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't react.

Xie Xun doesn't go back to his hometown often, but on a day like the 30th day of the lunar month, it's unreasonable not to go back.

He had no intention of staying in Chu Yuju, and had already prepared that Meng Tang'an would lose his temper, so he could just coax him away.

Meng Tangan let out a slow sigh, stared down at the food on the table, blinked her eyelashes, and soon showed a smile with a brisk tone.

"Look at my memory, how could I forget this? You must be going home during the Chinese New Year."

She knocked her head and muttered to herself, never looking at Xie Xun.

"It's all my fault."

Such a reaction was too sensible and completely different from Xie Xun's imagination. It did not make him very happy. He tapped his finger on the table: "You don't have to..."

Meng Tang'an interrupted in a hurry before Xie Xun could finish his words, her voice so sweet that it could make your mouth water.

"Mr. Xun, there's no need to tell me. I won't cause you any trouble. It's just an outer room. Tang'an is self-aware."

Before that,

Xie Xun thought about what Meng Tang'an's attitude would be. She was just angry, sad, and petty, but he never thought that she would say such words in such a relaxed tone.

"Look at me."

He looked at the person who was lowering his head and smiling slightly. His profile was gentle, his eyelashes were half down, covering the expression under his eyes. He was extremely beautiful, cold and fragile. His eyes stayed for two seconds and he said neither lightly nor seriously.<

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It is an order and cannot be ignored.

After a while, just when Xie Xun was about to run out of patience, Meng Tangan finally raised his head and looked at him with red eyes.

A pair of peach blossom eyes were filled with tears, which rolled in their eyes and stained their eyelashes, but they had to hold back to prevent them from falling off.

Suddenly, Xie Xun's heartbeat became unbalanced and was replaced by an indescribable irritability, but he quickly suppressed it.

Ling Niao's eyes were full of romance, faint and unable to see through. He raised her chin with one hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. His movements were incredibly heart-pounding and his voice was low.

"Why are you crying?"

Meng Tangan only felt a slightly cool temperature flash across his eyes, as if there was no presence, if there was no separation, he was always like this, as if he would leave in the next second.

His eyelashes trembled subconsciously, and he said harshly: "I'm not crying, it's just that my eyes hurt."

After I finished speaking, I heard a chuckle.

Xie Xun kissed his fingertips and tasted a bit of the crystal saltiness that belonged to his daughter's tears: "Next time you lie to others, at least pretend to be a little bit more like you."

She glanced sideways, not looking at him.

A sigh fell, lingering with a sentimental lingering feeling.

The irresistible force pulled her face away, and she was forced to look directly at those merciless eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a gentle kiss fell on his eyes. Meng Tangan closed his eyes subconsciously and heard Xie Xun's smiling question.

"Does it still hurt?"

Meng Tangan threw herself into his arms, tightened her grip on Xu Beihou's sleeves, and used so much strength that the expensive fabric became wrinkled, but Xie Xun didn't care.

After a long time, a voice almost choking came out.

"Can't I just leave?"

"No." Xie Xun replied calmly, without any hesitation or pity.

There is only one day like this in the whole year, and it will take a long time to wait for the next New Year, but she cannot have Xie Xun on this day.

She is just his wife.

As far as Xu Beihou Mansion is concerned, it is clear at a glance which one is more important.

In one sentence, you already know the answer.

He kissed her, his breath was cool and cool, and he coaxed in a low voice: "Don't make it difficult for me, okay?"

Meng Tangan stood in front of him, retreating again and again, and said dullly.

"You have to take the paper-cutting I gave you to watch the New Year."

For Xie Xun, this is a trivial matter that cannot be easier: "Okay."

After dinner, Meng Tangan pretended as if nothing had happened, tried to whitewash the peace, and discussed various things with Xie Xun with a smile, his brows sparkling and his eyes shining.

Usually when we are together, Meng Tangan always talks more. She will talk to him about everything and find topics to talk about. Xie Xun occasionally responds with a few words.

She has always been the one taking the initiative.

He would not talk to her about court affairs, ideals and ambitions, and he almost never talked to Meng Tangan about even the most basic and ordinary daily things.

He always coaxes her and deceives her carelessly, and occasionally he will say one or two dirty words in her ear when the mood comes, and he will be wild and unrestrained.

This is probably the saddest thing between them. One side is thinking about a happy future, while the other is only focused on lust.

It’s just Israel serving people.

It is getting very late, the moon is at its zenith, and the sky is covered with snow.

Meng Tang'an told him an interesting story about cutting window grilles with Cha Qiu today, her voice was soft and crisp, and she tried her best to prolong every minute and every second.

Xie Xun had no interest in listening to what she said. He just thought it was a trivial matter and unnecessary. He glanced at the night outside the window with his eyes half lowered, and suddenly leaned over to seal the woman's lips.

Meng Tangan was stunned for a moment and quickly responded to him.

He was always very direct and brutal in his demands in this regard, without any sympathy or mercy. Considering his own pleasure, Meng Tang'an was almost suffocated by Xie Xun, with tears in his eyes, but still did not let go of him, and was unusually proactive: "...what to do?

?"

Xie Xun chuckled: "What are you thinking about?"

Meng Tangan pursed her lips and her earlobes were very red.

"It's getting late. I'll come see you in two days." Xie Xun has already turned away, his profile in the candlelight looks like a dreamer.

"It's snowing heavily today..."

Meng Tang'an looked out the window in trance and said softly.

The implication is that the road is not easy to walk, so you can stay overnight.

Xie Xunying understood, and patted her face: "Be obedient."

Meng Tangan didn't say anything and didn't send him off either.

Xie Xun walked out of Chu Yuju alone, with a slender figure out of reach.

The other servants watched him leave and were stunned. They didn't know what happened and didn't dare to get in front of Meng Tang'an easily.

Only Cha Qiu lowered his eyes and sighed helplessly.

Yes.

How could Xie Xun stay in such a day?

If it spreads, it won’t be good for anyone.

I hope the girl can figure it out and don’t get upset about it.

Yang Zhihua felt sad for Meng Tangan when he saw it. He didn't understand what Xie Xun was thinking.

"Master Marquis, if you like, you can take Miss Meng into your house! This way you can be together and you don't have to run out every day..."

Even if you are a concubine, isn't it better than living outside?

"Who said I like her?"

Yang Zhihua was speechless.

Halfway through, Xie Xun suddenly found that the jade pendant he carried had fallen into Chu Yuju. He frowned and turned back.

"Master Hou, can I get it for you?"

"No need."

When Xie Xun came back, the servants saluted one after another. Just as they were about to speak out, Xie Xun stopped him. As soon as he raised his hands, those people understood and retreated tacitly.
Chapter completed!