Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 230 Aquaman Escapes Marriage vs Tsundere Crematorium 120
"Qiuqiu." Meng Tangan greeted her happily, "Long time no see, baby, do you miss me? Let me give you a kiss."

Cha Qiu had never seen such a presumptuous girl's house, coughed twice: "Girl, let me help you clean up."

She never inquired about the affairs between Meng Tang'an and Xie Xun, and she knew what was going on.

Dali Temple.

Xie Xun received a letter from the frontier. He put the letter in the file and did not open it. He got up, staggered, and almost fell backwards. Fortunately, Pei Yanzhi helped him in time, and just touched his hand. Just frowned.

"Xie Xun?"

...

Lin.

"Meng Tang'an is back, why didn't he poison her to death!"

Lin Han was about to go crazy, everyone had a better life than her!

Especially when something happened to the Lin family, Lin Zhengyuan.They are still in the sky prison, and they go around for connections, but they haven't picked him up yet.

Mother comforted her: "So what can Xie Xun protect her? It is a fact that she escaped from marriage. Xie Xun can accept it. Can Liu Zhu do it? Can the Queen Mother do it?"

"It will be a palace banquet in a few days. You and I both know how good the Queen Mother is to Xie Xun. I'm afraid Meng Tang'an will suffer a lot!"

When Lin Han went out, the little maid came over and said, "Miss, please see me from Lian."

"Now that she has become the third prince's woman, how dare she come to see me?!" Lin Han said gloomyly, "I want to see what she is up to!"

...

bamboo garden.

Xie Xun didn't come over today, Meng Tangan knew he was busy without guessing.

She stared at the chains on her ankles in a daze, suppressed the nausea that came up, and chatted with Qi Lou.

"You are a jug, do you have a jug dad and a jug mom on it?"

"..." Qi Lou said, "Lao Tzu is the spirit pot for the birth of heaven and earth!"

"Oh." Meng Tang lay quietly on the bed, bored, looked at the frosty moonlight on the ground, and asked curiously, "Then why do you want to keep healthy?"

"The meaning of health preservation itself is to live, and I came here to save you."

"That's a pity." She said, "Why don't you bind with someone else, someone who is positive and optimistic."

"Do you think I'm a Chinese cabbage? See if anyone can bind???"

"I just think that if you follow me, you will never be able to complete the task in your life."

"That's not necessarily true." Qi Lou muttered, "My signboard hasn't been smashed yet..."

"It's time to go to bed!" He looked at the time, his hair instantly exploded, and he said fiercely, "It's the hour of the day! If you don't sleep, you will be bald!!"

"What's the reminder, haven't you ever suffered from insomnia?"

"No." He smugly said, "I have the magic skill of falling asleep in seconds."

Meng Tang'an...Meng Tang'an was extremely envious.

"Sleep."

What does insomnia feel like? It probably means that you can't sleep all night long, you stay awake with a conscious mind, you can't fall asleep when you want to sleep, and you can't wake up when you want to wake up.

Meng Tangan used to suffer from insomnia for a while.

After staying in this strange world for so long, she fell into a deep sleep, having a dream of the past for the first time.

In the dream, it is her world.

The mind is dizzy and bizarre.

"Our Tangtang is so beautiful."

"It looks like a doll."

"This little girl is blessed at first sight."

Three-year-old Meng Tang'an, pampered, exquisite and beautiful, with a pleasing personality, soft and innocent speech, has undoubtedly become a princess in everyone's eyes.

Her father is the president of a large company. He is gentle and elegant and has made extraordinary achievements. He treats his wife wholeheartedly and responds to his daughter's requests.

Meng Tangan has a perfect father and an imperfect mother.

Her mother suffered from mental illness, always crying and laughing, silent and withdrawn, she was no different from a normal person when she was sober, and treated Meng Tangan very well.

My mother would comb her hair, braid it, buy beautiful little skirts, kiss her forehead tenderly, and say that our family Tangtang is the most obedient.

But when my mother got sick, she would cry and beat her, scold her, and call her a bitch!

At this time, my father would take her away and lock her in the room, with a slightly gloomy face outside.

Afterwards, Meng Tang'an would hear a dull and terrifying sound coming from outside the room!

At that time, she didn't understand what they were doing, and every time she went out of the room, she would see her mother with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

"Mom's eyes are red, what's wrong?" She asked suspiciously while hugging her favorite brown bear doll.

At this time, Dad would squat down and rub her head: "Mom accidentally hurt her."

Mom didn't speak, just sat on the chair numbly, crying silently.

Everyone will sigh that her father is so kind to his wife. He doesn't care that his wife has mental illness and is willing to take care of her for the rest of his life.

Occasionally, a few aunts would gather together and whisper.

"How do I see the wound on Wang Jie's face as if she was beaten?"

"I also look like..."

"Impossible, Tang An's father is so kind to Wang Jie. He manages such a big company and never messes around. I can't even ask for such a husband!"

The first time Meng Tang'an knew the word domestic violence was in an adult's speech.

That night she heard a familiar dull sound, walked quietly to the living room, and pushed open the door of their bedroom...

She saw the man who said good night to her before going to bed pressed her mother to the ground, and whipped the woman with a belt!

"Don't hit mom!"

The three-year-old child staggered over and stood in front of the woman, his eyes were blank and his face was flushed.

"Get out, get out!" The woman roared hysterically, like a dog without dignity.

"Tangtang, you shouldn't have come in."

The man's reaction was very calm. Looking closely, there was a bit of ferocity under Wen Run's face.

Meng Tang'an was wearing an exquisite and expensive white dress, with a hairpin bought by her mother in her hair, standing in the room with red lips and white teeth, ignorant of worldly affairs, like a princess in a castle.

She hugged her mother's hand, pulled the man's hand over, and let them be together, even though she didn't know what domestic violence was, she beat her every word, her milk was milky, and she was extremely innocent.

"Don't fight."

Her words didn't have any effect, the man carried her out, and locked her in the room regardless of the child's struggle, without any expression on his face!
This home is still the same as before, glamorous in the eyes of outsiders, rotting and smelly where no one can see.

Countless beatings and scolding, endless crying.

Blood, violence, and lies filled the house!
"Mom is going to die." The woman laughed while crying, holding the little girl in her arms, "What about my Tangtang..."

Meng Tangan was held in her arms, and the little bear doll was sandwiched between them. He blinked dully and said softly.

"Mommy doesn't cry."

Children over three years old have no awareness of death.

What she saw was the unavoidable desperation, depression, and violence that were gradually no longer concealed in front of her.

This is what Meng Tangan learned from his family.

The woman was sobbing, and when she heard her words, she seemed to be a different person, suddenly——

(End of this chapter)