The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Brother Ling, what are you doing... After Medical Officer Zhang stepped back, He Lanya turned her head to look at Zhong Zhiling embarrassingly. Before she could say a word, she was hugged by Zhong Zhiling. Encircling her tightly, with her whole face stuck to her lower abdomen, Helanya felt the slight trembling from the man, and couldn't help the soreness of her nose. She gently stroked the back of the man's head, and said in a low voice , How can you be so worthless at such an old age?

Zhong Zhiling didn't say a word, just kept holding He Lanya so tightly, he was so excited and happy to be rejected by her, he knew that he was worthless, but he just wanted to be rejected by her. She disliked it.

I didn't lie to you, did I? After a while, Zhong Zhiling let go of He Lanya. His eyes were red, and he rubbed his eyes embarrassedly. While looking at He Lanya, he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, and reached out to caress He Lanya. With a flat belly, she proudly said, It must be the seed planted on the wedding day.

He Lanya was startled, and then remembered what Zhong Zhiling said to her on the wedding day, and she blushed immediately. She was so ashamed that she was afraid of opening the man's big hand, and said in embarrassment: Why didn't I find you before? Not only is he worthless, but he is also shameless?

You just like my worthless and shameless, hehe, Zhong Zhiling smiled proudly and contentedly, stretched out his hand and carefully embraced He Lanya into his arms, and gently covered her flat belly with his big hand, Continue laughing like a fool, Yaya, I'm going to be a father, hey, I'm going to be a father...

Look at your frivolity, what's there to show off, isn't she going to be a mother too? Helanya couldn't bear his appearance, she held his hand, touched her belly with him, and tenderly Said, Brother Ling, when the baby is born, let's take the baby to Jiangnan to live a comfortable life, okay?

Okay, I'll listen to you. Zhong Zhiling said softly, leaning over and kissing the girl's sweaty forehead.

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The seventh day of July in the thirty-fourth year of Jiasheng.

Zhili governor's yamen.

backyard.

This day is Zhong Mingwei's birthday. As in previous years, Meiya woke up early and made birthday noodles with her own hands. The difference is that this year she is not at her own home. Meiya went to the kitchen under the guidance of her maid. Making noodles, after all, is not her own kitchen. Meiya is not used to it, so she can't help but miss Nanshan Bieyuan, and then think of Grandma Chen. Rubbed his eyes, and then continued to roll the noodles.

These days, a lot of things happened, so much that she didn't have time to think about Grandma Chen, and she forced herself not to think about it. She was especially afraid of facing Grandma Chen's sudden death, but she looked at Gu Qingtong and Chen Qingxuan, and How can we not think about Grandma Chen? But, what can she do for Grandma Chen? She couldn't even go back to attend the funeral for Grandma Chen.

In fact, it’s not impossible to go back. The day before yesterday, when Pang Yi, Gu Qingtong, and Qin Chong rushed back to Ninggu Pagoda overnight, she and Zhong Mingwei sent people outside the gate. She watched the carriage disappear little by little into the dark night. A heart is sour and heavy, it is unbearable.

Girl, if you want to go back, let's go back together. As if seeing Meiya's thoughts, Zhong Mingwei stretched out his hand to hold her hand, and said in a deep voice, I know you don't trust me, so this I didn't go back with Pang Yi and the others, but girl, I assure you, I will take good care of myself and will never let myself get hurt in the slightest, can you rest assured?