MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 732 Crazy Criticism Beauty Takes the Villain Script 62

   Chapter 732 Crazy Criticism of Beauty for Taking Villain Script 62

  Su Qingan only glanced at it, and then asked lightly, "Why are you still here?"

   She seemed surprised and surprised that he appeared here.

  Cen Zhou was stunned for a while, chewing her words, and seemed to ask back with a bit of doubt: "Shouldn't I be here?"

   "The day before yesterday...it was April 16th."

  Su Qing settled down: "Oh." Her face was still indifferent, she turned her head and said to Nie Chengye, "You go to the study and wait for me, I'll go over after a few words."

  Nie Chengye stood very close to Su Qingan: "It won't take much time, I'll wait for you here."

   A look of fire like cold electricity suddenly smashed down at Nie Chengye, and his voice was soaring!

   "What do you mean about me and Su Qing'an?"

  Nie Chengye's face changed slightly, looking at Cen Zhou, his face quickly showed a smile but not a smile: "I've known the princess for ten years, you only know Qing'an for only a year, what do you think I am?"

   "Nie Chengye." Su Qingan said lightly, "Go to the study."

   Although Nie Chengye was a little unwilling, in the end he gave Su Qingan face and softened his expression: "Okay, then come over earlier, there is no need to waste time on some irrelevant people."

  Su Qingan did not respond to him.

  Nie Chengye took two steps forward, turned around suddenly, remembered something, and said to Su Qingan with a smile, leaning a little closer, and the volume was not deliberately lowered.

   "Princess, the wine from Ganmei Temple is very good. Since you said you like it, I will send two jars to your house someday."

  Cen Zhou had a sneer on his lips.

  Su Qing'an knew too well what Nie Chengye was thinking, and also knew that Cen Zhou's gaze fell on them, and his face was indifferent.

  Nie Chengye turned and left, the smile on his face faded, relying on what Cen Zhou did on the night when Su Qingan died in his previous life.

   He will never give up his beloved to each other.

   She and Cen Zhou were left in this courtyard.

   The dull and harsh thunder echoed in the sky, the courtyard was shaken by wind and rain, and all the peach blossoms fell to the ground, and they fell in front of and behind them, unwilling to go back.

   The night is getting darker and darker.

  Su Qingan held a smoky blue oil-paper umbrella and looked at the figure opposite her indifferently: "Tell me."

   The health pot followed Su Qing'an tremblingly, his face turned pale and fiery: "Don't talk nonsense! What are you trying to do! The blackening value is not a joke! You can't stimulate him any more!"

  Su Qing Anquan did not hear what Qi Lou said.

Cen Zhou could feel the subtle change in Su Qing'an's attitude, but he didn't understand why the change was. The rain blurred his vision. He blinked, and the raindrops rolled down from his eyelashes, reflecting the woman. 's face.

   The young man clenched the wooden hairpin in his sleeve. No matter how white his phalanges were, he was not willing to hurt the hairpin. He tried his best to restrain the question in a gentle tone, his voice hoarse: "Where have you been these three days?"

   What he wanted to say was that he was worried about her and, too, wanted to see her.

   Bad words always make Cen Zhou suffer too much.

   "That's it? A few days in the suburbs to relax."

  Su Qing'an was in despair, and didn't even bother to perfunctory him with an excuse.

  When he didn't eat or drink for three days, and waited for her from full of joy to disappointment, she was talking to others about wine.

   She didn't have any accident, she just didn't bother to see him.

   So there is no communication.

   Even if he was questioned face to face at this time, Su Qing'an didn't mean to explain, and crossed the boy: "If there is nothing important, I will leave."

   "You asked me before, whether I love you or not—" Cen Zhou stopped her, and his tone was even a little anxious.

   The eager voice cuts through the rain, and every word is a beating heart.

   This heart was warmly held in front of Su Qingan.

   "I think." The answer that had been hovering in his heart for a year, to the moment he said it, it was not as difficult as he imagined. Cen Zhou couldn't care about other things, and looked at her with a firm look, "It's love."

  Su Qingan stopped and looked at his face expressionlessly, but what appeared in front of him was the scene of the change of the Shangshi Palace, and he aimed an arrow at her.

   As long as she sees this face now, she will think of his betrayal, and even the love in his eyes, she feels disgusted.

   At this moment, he showed a faint smile to her, his eyes like a cluster of cold stars and Xiangshui.

   "The one-year appointment between us, willing to admit defeat, I admit defeat."

  —"In one year, if this palace can't make you willing to stay in the princess' mansion, you will never see each other for decades in the next few decades."

   This is what Su Qingan said a year ago.

   At that time, the boy was cold and resistant, but at this time his eyes were full of sincerity.

  Su Qingan laughed suddenly, the pain in the heart was so severe that it made people crazy.

  Cen Zhou in the last life didn't love her, so what if he helped Su Ziheng kill her? It's just the last life, everything is different now, it's no use for her to convince herself like this.

   It wasn't that Cen Zhou killed her that she was disgusting. As long as he wanted, he could take revenge on her at any time, and she was not afraid of dying in his hands. What disgusted her was that he stood with Su Ziheng, with Su Mohuan behind him.

   is really, enough to teach people to respond.

   "Anything else?" Su Qingan asked.

   "This hairpin—" On a very cold day, Cen Zhou's palms were sweating. He took out the peach blossom wood hairpin that he had kept for a long time, and handed it to Su Qingan, earnestly and cherishing it, "Give it to the princess."

   A sigh fell.

   "Cen Zhou, Cen Zhou, why are you so lacking in love?"

  Su Qing'an took the hairpin in his stunned eyes. He could see that the edges and corners were still somewhat rough, but it was beautifully carved. Pale fingertips stroked the hairpin inch by inch, and then—

  Su Qingan let go of his hand and slammed to the ground!

   at the same time smashed a heart.

   She is extreme and morbid, unable to let go.

   This thorn pierced her heart like a knife, and it was dripping with blood whether it was pulled or not.

   Hearing the sound of the peach blossom wood hairpin hitting the ground and rolling into the quagmire, Su Qingxin did not have much revenge pleasure in her heart.

   "It's just for fun, why take it seriously."

Cen Zhou's breathing froze, his mind went blank, he stared blankly at the hairpin that fell to the ground, his usual calm thinking was difficult to sort out what was going on, and it took him a long time to find his voice, almost difficult and absurd to ask. :"What's the meaning?"

   "The bet is over, haven't you always wanted to leave? This palace will fulfill you." Su Qingan walked past him with a cold tone, "From now on, life and death will never meet!"

  -"Warning! The redemption mission target has a blackening value of 87!"

   stabilized the value that was about to decline for a year. At a certain moment, it fluctuated wildly, like a trend of steep cliffs, soaring and soaring!

  Cen Zhou grabbed the woman's slender wrist and stood in front of her, his fingers bursting with blue veins.

The    umbrella rolled to one side, unmoved.

   The torrential rain hit his head, dripping along the side face, it should be embarrassing, and the back is stiff and stretched into a straight line, like a bow that can be broken at any time.

   (end of this chapter)