The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Jiasheng thirty-three years May sixteenth

Ning Guta.

Nanshan Bieyuan.

Both Zhong Mingwei and Meiya were lying in bed. It was the first time they spent the night in the new house. Both of them were a little excited. They slept a little late last night, and it was already high sun when they opened their eyes. Meiya was caught by the sunlight coming through the window It was so piercing that she couldn't open her eyes, she subconsciously burrowed into Zhong Mingwei's arms, and Meya suddenly sat up again, then opened the window and looked outside, she was a little stunned.

Zhong Mingwei! Get up! Look at what time it is! Meiya hurriedly pushed Zhong Mingwei, and hurriedly put on her outer clothes, who knew that before she had time to button up, she was dragged into it again by Zhong Mingwei into her arms, Meiya frowned and said, What are you doing? It's already past noon!

Then what are you afraid of? Zhong Mingwei rubbed his head against Meiya's neck, and said in a daze, Anyway, I'm at home, so I can sleep as long as I want.

Meiya's hands stopped, and she didn't struggle at the moment. She put her arms around Zhong Mingwei, gently stroked his hair, and said softly: Of course we can do whatever we want at home, but we are not Did you agree to go to Grandma Chen's house today? I'm afraid it's not good to go too late, right?

Because the wedding date has already been set, so Zhong Mingwei discussed with Meiya yesterday, planning to send invitations to Grandma Chen and Chen Qingxuan in person, and they don't plan to make a fuss, but the people who should be invited must be invited, For example, Grandma Chen and Chen Qingxuan, Meiya naturally had no objections.

Oh, I almost forgot about this. Zhong Mingwei was startled, then nodded hastily, and sat up while sitting up, That's why you can't go too late.

I didn't hear the sound of Pang Yi practicing kung fu this morning, nor the sound of Mr. Gu pounding medicine. It's really uncomfortable, Meiya sighed while putting on her clothes, and took a wooden stick from the window sill. Pass the comb to Zhong Mingwei, You comb my hair.

It's just like this. The most annoying thing is that they mess up every morning, and my brain hurts from the noise. Zhong Mingwei pursed his lips and smiled, while combing Meiya's hair, he said softly, I like to get rid of bugs every morning. Apart from the chirping of the birds, I can only hear your voice, whether it is the sound of breathing, laughter, or your scolding my face, it really hits my ears.

What's so good about that? Meiya was very embarrassed, and while sniffing, she asked the man again, Huh? When did I scold you so hard in the morning? Don't blame me, I seem to be Like a tigress.

Think about it, have I wronged you? Zhong Mingwei smiled lowly, put down his comb, and started braiding Meiya's braids. Meiya has always liked such simple twist braids, and Zhong Mingwei also likes them, but now they are braided. There are too many, and Zhong Mingwei knows more tricks, not only three-strand braids, but also four-strand and five-strand braids, and the braids are all very beautiful, so he can be regarded as self-taught.

Meiya tilted her head and thought about it for a long time, but she couldn't remember it, and then she shook her head at Zhong Mingwei: I can't remember.

You can't even remember what happened in front of you, really, Zhong Mingwei took the hair tie and braided his hair, and said with a smile, That day, in Jixian Bookstore, you were crying and making noise, but Scared the hell out of me.

Meiya was startled, and then remembered what happened that day. For a moment, she didn't know what to say. After all, it would only take seven or eight days to get back together with Zhong Mingwei this time, but thinking about it now She actually felt like it happened in her previous life, Meiya only felt a little dazed.

After braiding Meiya's hair, Zhong Mingwei stretched out his hand to hold Meiya's shoulder, and made her turn around to face him. While holding Meiya's hand, he said softly, What's the matter? What's wrong, little girl? Are you trying to scold me again?

No, Meiya shook her head lightly, looking at Zhong Mingwei with dark eyes, I was thinking about how you survived those days alone.

Zhong Mingwei was stunned, and then he held Meiya's hand even tighter. He didn't know what to say, whether to pretend to be relaxed and say nothing to Meiya, or to analyze the pain one by one, no matter what it was , he really didn't want to do it.