"I told you." Xie Xun narrowed his eyes, "You didn't remember."

During the night, Wei Jiange called for water several times. Xie Xun was a little angry tonight, and Meng Tangan, who was struggling, couldn't even cry in the end.

Ice muscles and jade bones, desire to death.

Xie Xun has always been unscrupulous in this regard and never restrained his lust.

When she woke up the next day, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Meng Tangan was quite quiet today, and was not interested in strolling around the mansion. She sat in front of the window and looked at the scenery of the courtyard.

"It's almost March, and maybe it's getting warm but it's still cold." She held Mrs. Tang in her arms, her voice carrying the laziness of her daughter.

"You don't feel right today." Qi Lou probed his head.

"Thinking of an old friend." Meng Tangan sighed. When he was quiet, his eyebrows were naturally filled with melancholy.

"Ex-boyfriend?"

She rubbed Mrs. Tang slightly and hummed.

Xie Huaijing is the only ex-boyfriend whose name Meng Tangan can remember.

She has been chasing Xie Huaijing for four years and been together for two years.

In fact, it’s not even two years.

The two people are separated and reunited, with constant twists and turns.
Chapter completed!