The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

It's not that I don't want to buy it, it's really that I don't want to... Ah Chou was anxious and timid, and hugged Zhong Mingwei from behind, but Zhong Mingwei pushed him away after hugging him a few times. A Chou was so anxious that he was about to cry, so he broke down The jar broke and fell, Yes, I just can't bear it. I've been embroidering for so long, and it's enough to buy two taels of donkey-hide gelatin. It's so expensive, how can I be willing?

Then why are you buying this for me?! Zhong Mingwei sat up suddenly, reached out and grabbed the new silk pajamas on his body, and stared at A Chou, You are reluctant to buy donkey-hide gelatin or bird's nest, but you are willing to pull five feet Silk for my pajamas?!

Zhong Mingwei is not a person who likes to get angry, let alone facing A Chou, but at this moment, facing his slippery silk pajamas and A Chou's patched shirt, Zhong Mingwei I'm almost pissed off.

Your original pajamas... are too torn, and you can't sew any more, Ah Chou was so frightened by Zhong Mingwei. He was used to Zhong Mingwei's gentleness and generosity. At this time, A Chou said everything to the furious Zhong Mingwei. Uneasy, You, you, you can't sleep without pajamas...

Why can't I sleep without my pajamas? Why do I have to wear this pajamas?! How can I be so expensive as an old man?! Zhong Mingwei felt sore and hurt in his heart, he stared at the listless Ah Chou, I couldn't help gnashing my teeth, Then what are you wearing? Are you wearing pajamas again? You can wear any ragged clothes, why should I wear silk pajamas?!

It's different...you're different from me... Ah Chou's eyes were red, she looked at Zhong Mingwei helplessly, and then lowered her head in a hurry, she choked up and said, I can't bear it... I can't bear you Wronged...

Am I willing to let you be wronged? Zhong Mingwei looked at Ah Chou's appearance, and his heart was about to melt. His originally cold voice softened at this time, and he stretched out his hand to hold Ah Chou's chest. hand, and sighed, Girl, you can't treat me like this. I eat and drink all day long, but you don't even have decent clothes. Do you think I can feel at ease? Girl, you don't want me to be wronged, Am I willing to see you being wronged?

I'm not wronged, life is much better now than before, Ah Chou muttered in a low voice, holding Zhong Mingwei's hand and choking, It's you, you must have been greatly wronged, your life in the capital must have been better than...

Girl, Zhong Mingwei cut off Ah Chou's words suddenly. He held Ah Chou's face, looked at A Chou without blinking, and then said every word seriously, If you always treat me like some royal family , regard yourself as a rough court lady, then you don't want to marry me.

Zhong Mingwei, what do you mean? Ah Chou asked Zhong Mingwei with trembling lips.

Girl, I want to marry you because I like you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you from the bottom of my heart. I regard you as a family member and my daughter-in-law Zhong Mingwei. But girl, if you only consider yourself a Maid... I can't accept it. You don't feel wronged, but I am wronged for you. Although I don't say it, I always want to grow old with you. Girl, you can't deprive me of the right to share weal and woe with my wife Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice, gently stroking Ah Chou's dry lips with his fingertips, and sighed, Girl, we finally left the capital and changed our lives, so don't let yourself go back ,OK?

Okay, I see, A Chou's eyes were wet, and she was about to cry, but A Chou resisted crying. She buried her face in Zhong Mingwei's palm and rubbed it. After a long time, she said sullenly, Zhong Mingwei, you said that.

Zhong Mingwei went in without knowing it, and was wondering, when she saw that A Chou had raised her head, she got up quickly, and while getting dressed, she urged Zhong Mingwei loudly: It's almost dawn, you still hang on! What are you doing? Get up and start a fire to boil water. I have to cook Laba porridge today. I don’t know how long it will take. If you can’t afford it, we won’t be able to eat hot soup at noon!

Yes, I'll make a fire. Zhong Mingwei couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled, while taking out the warm fleece pants from the bed and handing them to A Chou, Put them on quickly, don't get cold.

If you don't go out, where do you have to wear fleece pants? It's still so warm in the room. Ah Chou muttered, unwilling to wear those fleece pants.