The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Shut up! Meiya cut off Zhong Mingwei's words suddenly, blushing uncomfortably, while furtively looking at Gu Changlin and Pang Yi who were setting up bowls and chopsticks in the courtyard, she turned her head and warned Zhong Mingwei in a low voice, You If you dare to mess around again, see how I deal with you at night!

I just like being cleaned up by you, Zhong Mingwei squeezed Meiya's hand tightly, and whispered in her ear, I like to be cleaned up after you take off your clothes.

Bah! Shameless! Meiya pushed Zhong Mingwei away, but seeing that he was about to fall backwards, Meiya was so busy that she supported him again, and asked anxiously, How do you do it so well? Can't stand still?

I knew you would have to help me. Zhong Mingwei was a little proud and a little arrogant, My wife loves me the most.

Meiya's heart is as sweet as honey, but her face shows distaste: He's such an old man, yet he's still so childish all day long.

Master, madam, come over for dinner! After setting up the dishes, Pang Yi said to the two.

Now that the weather is getting warmer, I don't cook in the house for a long time. I have eaten in the courtyard these days, which is much more spacious and bright than the house.

At that moment, Meiya helped Zhong Mingwei clean his hands and then sat down at the table. Meiya handed Zhong Mingwei a steamed bun while taking one herself: Eat quickly, the shepherd's purse is so tender right now. They sell buns stuffed with shepherd's purse.

It's not as delicious as your bag, Zhong Mingwei originally twitched his index finger, but after taking a bite, he frowned and complained, The skin is too thick, and there's not much meat left, how dare you sell it?

Then I'll make some steamed buns for you once we've moved in. Meiya also felt that the steamed stuffed buns weren't very tasty, but she ate two at a time and ran around all day. Hungry and wolfing down, she saw a bowl of red bean porridge brought in front of her. She was startled, and then looked at Zhong Mingwei, When did you cook the porridge?

Zhong Mingwei hadn't spoken yet, but Pang Yi rushed to say: Master has been suffering for an hour, and he didn't let me help, so he was bored in the kitchen alone.

Don't do this in the future, Meiya's face darkened immediately, and while she put the bowl on the table, she looked at Zhong Mingwei coldly, Mr. told you again and again not to work hard and not to bend your legs, but you're fine, let me down all day long mind.

Gu Changlin was not very angry, and glanced at Zhong Mingwei while drinking wine: Even if you don't listen to your husband, you have to listen to your wife, do you understand?

Yes, yes, I understand, Zhong Mingwei looked embarrassed, and while pushing the rice bowl towards Meiya, he whispered, Drink it, it's not hot anymore.

Hmph. Meiya didn't want to pay attention to him, and turned her head to eat the pot-packed meat with a chopstick.

Zhong Mingwei looked at the back of Meiya's head helplessly, then moved his feet silently, and gently touched Meiya's feet. I often play with Meiya, but they are always in the footbath, in the warm water, the big feet and the little feet touch each other, and then the big feet let the little feet step on themselves, and then the big feet clamp the little feet tightly Yes, Meiya usually likes to play this game, no matter how angry she is, as long as Zhong Mingwei flatters her like this, she will definitely not be angry. He ate the pot-packed meat with big mouthfuls, and didn't care about Zhong Mingwei's intentions at all, so Zhong Mingwei had to work harder to please Meiya...

Master, why are you kicking me all the time? Pang Yi had endured it for a long time, and just now Zhong Mingwei kept kicking him with his feet, and he kept dodging, but Zhong Mingwei still followed him eagerly, continuing to kick his feet , and became more and more reluctant, Pang Yi also changed from being inexplicable just now to being fearful now. He was so busy that he put down the buns in his hand, and fell to his knees in a hurry, Master, you are secretly looking for an actress to go up the mountain. Son, this subordinate really didn’t tell Madam! Lord, please spare this subordinate! Don’t keep kicking this subordinate again!”

Zhong Mingwei was going crazy with anger: ...Why are you stretching your legs so long?!

Gu Changlin was so excited that he didn't even drink the wine: ...What kind of actress?