MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 749 Crazy Criticism Beauty Takes the Villain Script 79

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  Chapter 749 Crazy Criticism Beauty Takes Villain Script 79

In the dimness, a violent noise fell in the ear of the silent space. She grabbed the soft yarn of the curtain, her fingers turned white, and then struggled to raise her hand. When the latter was defenseless, she sternly turned towards his left face. A slap in the face!

   The force is very heavy.

   "Beast."

   She scolds, tears slide down her thin chin, the swan neck is dying, even so, her eyes are arrogant.

   The latter was hit in the face, leaving clear finger marks, and he didn't move for a long time, his expression was hidden in the darkness.

  The numbness of pain spread to the entire side of his face, Cen Zhou licked the blood from his thin lips, looked at her with a low eyebrow, and smiled coldly, "Then princess, look, how is the beast—"

   What happened later, Su Qingan was in a daze, almost unable to recall, her consciousness was vague and drowsy.

   There were candles burning in the darkness, and she was inadvertently knocked over, and the red candles dripped down.

   "Why are you so careless?" Cen Zhou's hand was there, his voice was soft and hoarse, and at the end, he asked her if she was still going.

  Su Qingan answered the question, her voice choked, blurring three years ago and three years later: "Cen Zhou..."

The people behind    seemed to pause for a moment, and then sneered: "Hold it up."

   But then she fainted, he grabbed her neck with one hand, but raised the other hand to carefully wipe the tears from her face.

   No matter what is in his heart, he is not forgiving.

   When Su Qingan woke up again, there was a soft bed under her body, her vision was blurred, she slowly focused, and she was still there.

   Consciousness gradually came to his senses, and the absurd scenes flashed before his eyes, with the sound of wind and sea in his ears, and freedom outside.

   The young man still had a slap print on his face, sharp and cold, his eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his eyelids, and he took the ointment to apply medicine to her.

   When Su Qingan saw him, her back was slightly stiff, and she subconsciously ducked back.

   was held down by him.

   After he finished the medicine, he fed her porridge, and he did everything himself.

  Su Qing'an cried out, her voice became hoarse after crying for too long: "I know you hate me."

  The man stopped.

   "If you take revenge for what happened back then, wouldn't it be enough?"

  Su Qingan knew that he had hatred in his heart, and so did she.

   This is a dead end.

   This is the first time the two have mentioned this since their reunion.

  Cen Zhou raised his eyes and repeated, "You know?"

  Some people are lonely, and once the emotion is burned, it is strong and sincere, love is, hate is also.

  Su Qingan closed her eyes tiredly, coughed several times, her fingers clenched the red curtain, Ying, shocking: "You hate me for abandoning—"

"To shut up!"

   Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted forcibly by someone, Cen Zhou's tone was cold and cruel.

   "Su Qing'an, I don't want to hear this, you know what I want to hear."

   The reason why he wants her is that he needs to know that she abandons him as a last resort, or if others threaten him.

   He could not decide to be abandoned at birth, his taboos buried in the distant past.

   Now, even if... just make up a reason.

  Su Qingan watched Cen Zhou for a while.

   She is showing weakness, she is advancing by retreating, and she also knows that as long as she casually coaxes him, he will still be as deceitful as he was back then, and will be willing to be around her.

The first to be tempted loses, but Su Qingan doesn't want to rely on his feelings anymore, and she can't tell the grievances and grievances of her previous life. "

No.

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

   (end of this chapter)

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