The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

"Boy friend."

"here I am."

   "Good night~"

"Good night."

   Halfway through the animation, Jiang Li'an fell asleep, in his arms, defenseless.

   He picked her up, walked into the bedroom, covered her with a quilt, stared at the girl's face, and was about to leave when someone hooked her fingers.

   He broke her hand, and she tugged at his sleeve again, murmuring indistinctly, "Don't go..."

  Turn off the moon and have a good night's sleep.

Jiang Li'an woke up in bed the next morning. The light golden sunshine came in through the window with warmth. She was covered with a fluffy quilt and rolled on the bed. Everything was lazy, and she suddenly noticed something. Looking sideways, he found that there was still someone holding his hand.

  The man sat on the ground, with a free hand to hold her, his head resting on the edge of the bed, and he looked a little colder when he fell asleep.

  Jiang Li'an curled his lips and smiled, lying on the bed looking at him for a long time, secretly placed a kiss on the corner of his lips.

   He opened his eyes, his pupils were broken blue and deep, with a languid sleepiness, and when he saw clearly that it was her, he leaned over and pressed the back of her neck in his direction.

  Jiang Li'an took the opportunity to roll from the bed with the quilt to the ground. The floor was covered with a fluffy snow-white carpet, and she jumped into his arms and pressed him to the ground.

  The fluffy and soft quilt covers the two.

   For a moment, Jiang Li'an saw the life after marriage.

  The two exchanged a lingering kiss in the early morning, the body left each other's breath, and the sunlight outside the window was gentle and warm.

  The winter in Nancheng came very late, and the first snow of winter did not fall until the end of December.

  The short and pale autumn becomes a gray transitional color, and the dark autumn moon hides in the winter night sky.

The withered and yellow leaves on the branches are buried deep in the ground. Until next year, the fallen leaves will turn into soil to nourish the spring. The rustling white snow replaces the dead leaves in winter and falls on the remaining branches. , crushed down.

   Occasionally one or two magpies found a place to stay, cleaning their wings, and their dark eyes reflected the cold winter.

   adds a little depressing meaning.

  This winter is colder than the winters of the previous five years in Nancheng. The Meteorological Observatory predicts that a blizzard will sweep across Nancheng today and tomorrow.

   In Jiang Li'an's impression, she has never experienced such a cold winter.

The night before the    concert, more than ten friends were still drinking and laughing at Shen Qingzhuo's house, and the atmosphere was noisy.

   It was snowing outside the window, and there was a lot of people inside the window.

   "In the blink of an eye, another year has passed, how does time pass so fast!"

   "Isn't it? It's almost New Year's Eve, and I'm a year older. My heart hurts to death."

   "This year's Spring Festival is January 21st, and there's still a month left. Let's celebrate the New Year together!"

   "New Year's Eve together." Shen Qingzhuo sat beside Jiang Li'an, playing with her fingers, "Did you hear?"

  Jiang Li'an pushed his face closer: "I hear you."

Jiang Li'an is always looking forward to the New Year. This is the first New Year she will spend when she returns to Nancheng at the age of eighteen. She plans to spend it vigorously. She even writes a note full of it, asking Shen Qing every day. Wash all kinds of things.

  Shen Qingzhuo laughed at her more than once. It's really enough for you to remember to receive red envelopes on New Year's Day.

  Jiang Li'an hummed angrily, but still made plans without getting tired of it.

   "Brother Zhuo, what are you going to sing at the concert tomorrow?" Zuo Duo asked, "Don't worry, when we are down below, we must be the loudest shouting, and we must get together!"

After two years of   STA Youth League, it officially disbanded at the beginning of December this year and started personal development.

   "New song." Shen Qingzhuo said concisely.

   "It's really well hidden, no one knows your new song, you won't give us a big surprise, right?"

   "Brother Zhuo's voice, even if his mother sings bears at the concert, it's still a god!"

   "Are you a surprise, there really is." Shen Qingzhuo glanced at Jiang Li'an without any expression, his thin lips hooked into a small smile, young and arrogant, "Wait and see."

  Jiang Li'an was concentrating on the candy on the coffee table, but there was no response.

   "Where's my phone? Who saw my phone?!" Zuoduo shouted.

   "Let me call you." Jiang Li'an didn't see it either.

   Zuoduo was very moved: "Sister-in-law, you are so kind!"

   Then Jiang Li'an made a phone call, the bell rang, and Zuo Duo found the phone in his hand.

  Two people who are collectively blind: "…"

  #Holding the phone to find the phone

   "You two have Alzheimer's disease ahead of time?" Shen Qingzhuo said.

   "It's not impossible, it's just cute and cute." Zuo Duo waved his hand and suddenly saw the incoming call displayed.

   Over there, Jiang Li'an's eyelids jumped, not knowing why he had a bad premonition.

   In the next second, Zuo Duo pointed to the string of phone numbers and said, "Sister-in-law, your phone number is exactly the same as the person who called me for no reason before and called me a fool."

  “…”

   "I'm sorry." Jiang Li'an felt very guilty, "I thought it was Shen Qingzhuo's number at the time."

  Shen Qingzhuo: ?

  Shen Siyue covered her mouth and smiled, and suddenly felt that it was fine now, but thinking of someone getting down, she glanced at Jiang Ye opposite.

   She didn't expect this strange person to be Jiang Li'an's brother at first.

  Jiang Ye sat opposite Shen Qingzhuo and the others, his mood was a little numb, and the voice in his ear was a little noisy. He drank a bottle of beer and walked to the balcony, snowflakes fluttering on his shoulders.

   He looked at the distant night, took a deep breath, and stood alone outside smoking a cigarette.

   "Anyone here at night to use a cigarette to relieve his worries?" The lazy and cold voice fell, Shen Qingzhuo came over and looked at him.

   "Didn't you two drive them out?" Jiang Ye glanced at him, "Why don't you stay with my sister?"

   "I'm afraid you'll be single for too long, and we'll be too excited to think about it."

   "Fuck your mother." Jiang Ye scolded with a smile, raised his foot and kicked him.

  Shen Qingzhuo leaned against the railing of the balcony, dodging his feet: "I still use this trick, let you kick it and count me as the loser."

Both of them were tall, thin and tall, one was wearing a black shirt and the other was wearing a thin T-shirt. They just stood there on the balcony, occasionally saying a word or two, but they didn't feel cold. Beautiful as a sub-picture.

"Shen Qingzhuo." Jiang Ye took a deep breath, his lungs hurt a little, and suddenly said, "You said, if you treat a person as a brother for so many years, the other party doesn't take you seriously at all, and even dislikes you. You care a lot, what do you think?"

"Talk to me?" The young man leaned on the railing with both hands, jumped easily, and sat directly on the balcony, with wild energy in the coldness, snow falling on his eyelashes, high nose bridge, and casually said, "I'm not good at this. "

  Jiang Ye was a little disappointed, and felt that he was really brainstorming, how could he think of telling Shen Qingzhuo such a thing.

   "But—" Shen Qingzhuo paused for a moment and said.