The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

It can't be put here! It must not be! The next second, Ah Chou was so busy that he turned his face and complained to him, It just can't be put here!

What's wrong? Zhong Mingwei couldn't figure it out, Why can't it be put here?

You don't know, I haven't slept well for several days, it's because of these two boxes of silver, I can see it when I open my eyes, and think about it when I close my eyes, it's a total of five hundred taels. So I can't sleep at all... Ah Chou grumbled and complained to Zhong Mingwei, and blinked at Zhong Mingwei with his big black eyes, not to mention how pitiful he was, If I put it here, I'm afraid I'll lose my life forever. Can't sleep well.

Zhong Mingwei looked at her pitiful face, obviously distressed, but couldn't help laughing, stretched out his hand and pinched his little girl's fair and tender cheeks: You are not very young, but you are a money addict.

I'm not a money addict. I was born poor. Otherwise, I wouldn't be tossed like this by these two boxes of silver. It can be seen that my life is suitable for living a small life of daily necessities, Ah Chou said a little Discouraged and a little angry, he stretched out his hand and patted Zhong Mingwei's hand away, gouged him with his eyes, and muttered softly, You must look down on such a worthless person like me.

How can you look down on it?

Zhong Mingwei would like to die.

Then if you think the silver is an eyesore, let's bury it and pretend that we have never had the five hundred taels before, Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, Girl, the kind of tight-knit little days you mentioned, I would also like.

Ah Chou was happy and wanted to laugh a little, but he couldn't wipe his face away, but after all, he still rolled his eyes, and a small dimple appeared on his cheek, OK, let's bury the money!

Zhong Mingwei looked at the small dimple the size of a soybean grain on Bai Jinjin's flesh, and couldn't help feeling dry mouthed for a while, he moved his eyes away in a hurry, and said casually: Well, bury it, we don't want it anymore.

Why don't you want it! So much money! Five hundred taels! It's enough for us to spend a lifetime! Ah Chou was so busy grabbing Zhong Mingwei's hand, shaking it back and forth, obviously in a good mood, and bawling She followed Zhong Mingwei and talked about her life plan, Look, Zhong Mingwei, we buried the silver, and then dug out a tael of silver in two months, which is enough for us to eat meat and drink soup. Now, we can not only You can eat pork, and you can also eat mutton, chicken, and rabbit meat. Hey, you can eat as much as you want! By the way, this is enough to make you a new padded robe, and you can also add the best cotton! hey-hey!

Success, I will do as you say. Zhong Mingwei looked at the bright smile on Ah Chou's face, and at the little hand that was holding his hand and shaking it, his heart almost melted.

This is his little girl, this is the treasure he picked up.

That can't be buried until the beginning of spring next year. Now the soil is hard and frozen, Ah Chou said, while massaging Zhong Mingwei's thigh graciously, squinting and smiling. Planting beans, you weed and water your garden, and I will be responsible for burying the silver. Hey, I have to bury it in a place you don’t know. If you dare to bully me in the future, I will walk away and put the silver. Take them all away! I won’t leave you with one or two! Hehehe!”

Zhong Mingwei's eyes were all smiles, and he raised his eyebrows and said to Ah Chou: Then pay this five hundred taels of silver, and I will want you in this life, otherwise, let alone mutton, chicken, and rabbit meat, I can't even eat it. The northwest wind can’t even drink.”

That is, from now on, I will be your God of Wealth! A Chou was very proud, and raised her chin frightenedly at Zhong Mingwei. When she had had enough, she continued to lower her head and pinch Zhong Mingwei's legs, while Gently squeezed, and said in a low voice, I know, even if you don't have this silver, you will still be kind to me. You are very kind, and you are especially kind to me. I know it all.

Zhong Mingwei's heart couldn't have been sweeter or warmer. He didn't say anything, but gently rubbed Ah Chou's hair, and loosened his well-tied braids.

But so what? He can tie her again.

They had so many good days, he could prick her every day.

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