The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Really? Zhong Ming'e said softly, he put the teacup gently on the small table, then raised his head slightly, looked at Liao Chongwu from his hair, then his nose suddenly became sore, he lowered his head again in a hurry, When she spoke, her voice became softer, You've lost weight too.

No, Liao Chongwu said in a hurry, while frantically adjusting the armor on his body, he said in a deep voice, It's just that the armor doesn't fit well, which makes him look thin.

No, you were not like this in the past, you stood there like a hill, but now, you can't even hold up your armor, and your cheeks are so thin that they are sunken.

Zhong Ming'e's lips trembled violently, his heart was sore and bitter, his hands clenched into fists in his sleeves, and he tried to hold back his tears. After a long while, he finally calmed down, and then he said again: Since you have already given I saluted, then go back, it's getting late.

Liao Chongwu stood up silently, gave Zhong Ming'e a deep bow, and then bowed and walked out. He was already very satisfied to see Zhong Ming'e today, really satisfied. Anyone who can see him can listen to him Hearing his voice, even his clothes may still be stained with his breath...

He is really satisfied.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Zhong Ming'e heard the sound of footsteps going away, his chest heaved more and more violently, when Liao Chongwu's hand rested on the door, Zhong Ming'e turned his head suddenly: Liao Chongwu!

The hand on the door froze suddenly. After a while, Liao Chongwu turned around slowly. He looked at Zhong Ming'e looking at himself in a daze. His heart was about to burst from pain. How much he wanted to fly away. She ran over, hugged him in her arms, and listened to him every sentence she said, but he could only stand there like this, as if his heels had taken root.

Your Highness, do you have any orders? Liao Chongwu said respectfully.

No...it's nothing, Zhong Ming'e turned his head away in a hurry. After being impulsive, he was full of annoyance and sorrow. He subconsciously pinched his nails while whispering, Don't drink too much, it will hurt your health.

Ever since Liao Chongwu came in, Zhong Ming'e's chest was filled with a thick smell of alcohol. He knew the source of the alcohol smell, so he kept sniffing it desperately. He didn't drink at all, but he could still smell it. I can tell that this is the smell of burning knives, because in the past, Liao Chongwu also drank burning knives.

You...you don't miss me at all? Facing the thin and slender figure, Liao Chongwu couldn't help it anymore, and said with trembling lips, he knew that he was really useless like this, and he really didn't look like a big man Son, but he really couldn't help it, he was really going crazy!

What do I want you to do? Zhong Ming'e stiffened his neck, his eyes widened, he stared straight at the red painted beams, every word was filled with heart-wrenching sarcasm, I'm living a happy life now. Well, I don’t know how much better it was than when you were here, my father reused me, and I was about to... Having said that, Zhong Ming'e gasped for breath, swallowed hard, and then continued Said, Seeing that I'm about to become a father, a bright future is waiting for me, I... what do I want you to do? Without you, I... I'm fine!

Really? Liao Chongwu said softly, while wiping his face with his hands, he said that he was a man who bleeds but not tears. It can be seen that he is not a real man. Looking at the straight back with scarlet eyes, after a long while, Liao Chongwu turned around again. He turned away, put his hand on the door again, and said softly, Since that's the case, I wish Your Highness a happy life and a happy life.

After speaking, Liao Chongwu pushed the door open, but he couldn't get out at all. The suppressed crying sound from behind seemed like a sharp sword stabbing his heart, and he closed the door again, and then Step by step, he walked in front of Zhong Ming'e. The person who was sharp-tongued at first was already crying out of breath.

Your Highness, Your Highness, Liao Chongwu was so distressed that he couldn't speak. He knelt in front of the soft couch tremblingly, while stretching out his hands to wrap Zhong Ming'e's messy hair, he choked up and said, Ming'e, don't do this.