The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Don't be like this, Meiya was really anxious, pouted out the window, Pang Yi and Mr. Gu are both here.

I was also in a daze just now, but I had such a thought, if Kong Wenmin hadn't come in suddenly later, I'm afraid...

Meiya is simply shy and embarrassing, with so many people in the family, why is she so unreserved?

They say Zhong Mingwei is shameless all day long, but her skin is probably not as thin as Zhong Mingwei's, right?

Zhong Mingwei was actually just scaring him. Even if Meiya was willing just now, he didn't think about it. Although he couldn't marry Meiya in a grand manner, he still wanted to give Meiya the necessary ceremony. It is the only wedding in Ya's life, so naturally he should pay attention to it, and he also feels that it is the only wedding in his life.

Yes, it was the only time, like all young boys who wanted to marry their sweetheart, he was so anticipating, so excited and so restless, afraid that something might be wrong, at this time he looked at Meiya's shy and anxious look. Opening his face, Zhong Mingwei felt pain and sore in his heart, he leaned over and kissed Meiya's glowing red cheek: Girl, I'm not a gentleman, but I know I can't treat you lightly.

You know what a fart, Meiya muttered in a low voice, while moving inward, lifted a corner of the quilt, and said to Zhong Mingwei with a blushing face, Come in.

Only my daughter-in-law is the best to me, Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he got under the quilt, hugged Meiya into his arms, and kissed her over and over again, Girl, it's okay, let's talk about it soon. Let's get married soon, I really... really can't wait, you don't know how hard it is, for more than a year, I'm almost boiled into jerky, do you know?

I don't know much about it, Meiya said with a blushing face, while resting on Zhong Mingwei's arm while unbuttoning his jacket, What did Guard Kong do here just now?

It's nothing, Zhong Mingwei said. He naturally wouldn't tell Meiya that someone wanted to assassinate him. He leaned over and kissed Meiya's smooth forehead. Beijing, he came to let me know.

King Pingxi? Your uncle who is comparable to the god of war? Meiya was startled, and hurriedly asked, What is he going back to Beijing for? Didn't you say that he hasn't returned to Beijing for decades?

Who knows? Zhong Mingwei held Meiya's hand and said softly, What do we care about?

Yeah, what do we care about? Meiya was stunned, unbuttoned the last button, helped Zhong Mingwei take off his coat, threw it at the end of the kang, then lay down again, reached down and rubbed gently Zhong Mingwei's legs, I just need to embroider well, and you just need to take care of your legs.

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Jiasheng Thirty-Three Years May 15th

Ning Guta.

Having decided to move today, Pang Yi sent Zhong Mingwei, Meiya, and Gu Changlin to Nanshan Hospital early in the morning, and then returned to move things.

It has been nearly a month since he came to Nanshan Bieyuan last time. Zhong Mingwei was led into the gate by Meiya. Meiya kept chirping in his ear. The swing in the front yard and the pomegranate tree in the backyard never bothered him for a moment. From the mouth, the girl was obviously very happy, but Zhong Mingwei felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. The small courtyard in front of him was naturally hundreds of times better than the crumbling house halfway up the mountain, but with There is no comparison to the beautiful East Palace in the past, even the butler's house is much more magnificent than this.

Looking at the old house bought second-hand in front of him, and the cheerful and chattering little girl beside him, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Zhong Mingwei, sit up and try! Meiya obviously didn't know anything about Zhong Mingwei's thoughts, she helped Zhong Mingwei to the front of the swing frame, then happily tilted her head and said to Zhong Mingwei, Come up and try, Swinging is fun!

I'm already at this age, how can I play on the swing? Zhong Mingwei laughed dumbfounded, while patting Meiya's hand, he said softly, Sit on it, and I'll just push you.

How old are you? When I came here a few days ago, Mr. Gu was hanging around for a long time! I can't beat him! Meiya stared at Zhong Mingwei, and said to Gu Changlin who was standing on the corridor, Mr. Gu, you Say it?

He has a 30-year-old body with a 70-year-old heart, Gu Changlin said loudly while stroking his beard, How does he look like an old man with a 70-year-old body and a 30-year-old heart!