The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

I'm free, every day is free. Zhong Mingwei couldn't help curling his lips, this girl was acting like a spoiled child to him.

Hey, Ah Chou smiled, shyly and proudly, Zhong Mingwei, why are you so nice?

Believe it or not, I can do better? Zhong Mingwei said with a smile.

Can it be better? Ah Chou raised his head and looked at him curiously, How else can it be better?

Stomach hurts, look for Lao Xiong. Old Xiong is not at home, look for San Scar, Zhong Mingwei chanted softly while rubbing his stomach at the moment, San Scar is sharpening a knife at home, scaring the child so well, does it still hurt? ? It doesn't hurt anymore.

Hey, what is this? Ah Chou listened to him singing, smiling wide-eyed, such a tacky nursery rhyme came from Zhong Mingwei's mouth, which was too out of place, no wonder A Chou laughed so hard, but suddenly A Chou She frowned, she was so busy that she didn't dare to laugh anymore, her stomach hurt even more from laughing, but her eyebrows and eyes were still curved, like two crescent moons, the ugly girl in the eyes of others, this small appearance is also very touching very.

When I was a child, my mother sang it when I rubbed my stomach, Zhong Mingwei smiled, and he didn't feel too embarrassed. He continued, She is full of folk songs, and she sings them in my ears every day. The little song is passed down from generation to generation, and I got tired of singing it to her at that time, thinking she was too noisy, but this is the only song I can remember now.

Sing it to me again, Ah Chou wriggled in his arms, it's really nice.

Okay, Zhong Mingwei said softly, while singing softly to their little girl, Stomach hurts, find Lao Xiong. Lao Xiong is not at home, find San Ba, San Ba ​​is sharpening knives at home...

Stop, stop! Ah Chou suddenly cut off Zhong Mingwei's words, tilted his head and asked Zhong Mingwei, Who is San Scar?

Zhong Mingwei: ...

A person with three scars? That's really scary, Ah Chou was talking to himself before Zhong Mingwei could reply, and while reaching out his hand to touch the dark red scar on his neck, he whispered, Just Like me, ugly and scary.

You're not ugly, and you're not scary, Zhong Mingwei seemed to be stabbed with a knife, Zhong Mingwei couldn't breathe in the pain, he held Ah Chou's face in his hands, and looked at A Chou without blinking. He said clearly and earnestly, You are the most beautiful girl in the world, no one else can compare to you.

That's what you said, Ah Chou stared at him blankly for a while, then smiled suddenly, turned his face away, put his arms around his neck, and said softly, But that's enough.

Yeah, that's enough.

To her, there are only two kinds of people in this world, one is Zhong Mingwei and the other is not Zhong Mingwei. The former is more important to her than her life, while the latter she really doesn't care about. Can hold a person.

Feeling the warmth of his neck, Zhong Mingwei suddenly tightened his grip on the little girl in his arms.

Zhong Mingwei, can you sing it to me again? The little girl in her arms acted coquettishly, No one has ever rubbed my belly, let alone sang these nursery rhymes to me.

Okay, I'll sing enough for you today, and I'll make up for you all these years. The thirty-two-year-old man was so gentle that he sang a ditty to their little girl over and over again, Stomach hurts. , look for the old bear. The old bear is not at home, so I look for Sanba, who is sharpening the knife at home, scaring the child...

...

the next day.

For the first time in his life, Ah Chou slept until he was exposed to the sun.

This sleep was really sweet and comfortable, she yawned, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and then met the man's face so close, she was startled suddenly, her yawning mouth was too late to close On the way, she just stared at Zhong Mingwei with such a big mouth, and then said tremblingly for a long time: This, this, this...

Is the stomach better? Does it still hurt? Compared with A Chou's panic, Zhong Mingwei looked calm. ?”