The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Aren't you afraid of spoiling me? Zhong Mingwei's heart was so warm that it couldn't get any warmer, he stretched out his hand and pulled Meiya into his arms, while wrapping his arms around Meiya, he put his chin on Meiya's. On the shoulders, rubbing lightly up and down.

I'm afraid I won't get used to you, Meiya said softly, while reaching out to put the peeled grapes into Zhong Mingwei's mouth, she tilted her head and kissed Zhong Mingwei's forehead, then said after a pause, Mingwei , I went to ask Mr. Gu just now.

Hearing Meiya's low tone, Zhong Mingwei froze all of a sudden, and then silently let go of Meiya. The grapes that he thought were sour and sweet, but now he couldn't swallow them anyway. He spat out the grapes in his mouth. When he came out, he lowered his head and said, You know?

Yes, I know it all, Meiya said softly, while reaching out to wrap Zhong Mingwei into her arms, her white fingers ran down Zhong Mingwei's hair, I know why you have a bad body, I know why you have passed these years. What day must it be, and knowing that period of time, how hysterical you must have been when you first found out.

Zhong Mingwei's lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He put his arms around Meiya, and then plunged his head into Meiya's arms, like a wronged baby, okay? Yi returned to her mother's arms.

He was very wronged, not only for himself, but also for Meiya, although he never said it, but whenever he thinks that Meiya will never have a chance to be a mother in this life, the pain in his heart is really indescribable .

Ming Wei, no matter how sad and unwilling you are, it's all over now, Meiya patted Zhong Mingwei's back lightly while pressing her face on his shoulder, Ming Wei, I used to be a believer in fate, and felt that I would be a rough court lady until the end of my life, but since I came to Ninggu Pagoda and met you, I no longer believe in fate, because I don’t believe in fate, so I can muster up the courage We have come together with you step by step, Ming Wei, I hope you are also a person who does not believe in fate, you have to believe that although we will never have our own doll in this life, we can still live a good life.

You and me, there are so many emotions, so many places, hot as fire. Take a piece of clay, twist a you, and mold a me. Break the two of us together, and mix them with water. Twist a you, and mold another Me. I have you in the mud, and you have me in the mud. I was born in the same quilt as you, and died in the same coffin... Meiya turned her face to Zhong Mingwei's ear and read softly word by word. When it was over, she went to kiss Zhong Mingwei's ear again, and said softly, Mingwei, it's enough for me to have you, and it's enough for you to have me.

A hot current rushed upwards, Zhong Mingwei's eyes were so sore, he finally restrained the urge to cry, he hugged Meiya so tightly, not letting any gap between himself and Meiya , and regardless of whether Meiya can catch her breath or not, he just hugged her tightly until he finally calmed down.

Girl, tomorrow's love story must be said to this ear. Zhong Mingwei sat up, pointed to his two outer ears, looked at his little girl with red peach eyes, otherwise, it will be jealous.

Bah! Do you still dare to be jealous? Meiya grabbed the ear suddenly, and stared at Zhong Mingwei fiercely, Say it again, will it still be jealous?

No! No! Ma'am, please forgive me! The next second, Zhong Mingwei grinned in pain, rolling on the soft couch, laughing and screaming, tears streaming down his face, Madam please forgive me! Xiaosheng is so polite!

Meiya looked at the grinning man with disgust on her face: Zhong Mingwei, stop acting like a sour scholar! Talk to me carefully!

Yes yes yes! The little one knows his mistake, please take pity on my wife, the little one is willing to do anything!

Meiya rolled her eyes, and immediately stared at Zhong Mingwei with great interest: Let's invite a storyteller to come to our house to tell a book tomorrow! I really want to listen to Liao Zhai, especially the part of Painted Skin. I just heard the part of the female ghost uncovering the skin, how many years have passed, and my heart is itching!

The corner of Zhong Mingwei's mouth twitched: ...How about you pinch my ear again?

Meiya: ...I don't want to talk to you, go away!