"Don't be like this," Meiya was really anxious, pouting out the window. "Pang Yi and Mr. Gu are both here."
Just now I was dizzy for a moment, but I had such thoughts, if Kong Wenmin hadn't come in suddenly later. I'm afraid...
Meiya is simply ashamed and embarrassing, there are so many people in the family. Why is she so unreserved
He said all day long that Zhong Mingwei was shameless. But her skin is probably not as thin as Zhong Mingwei's, is she
Zhong Mingwei was actually just trying to scare him, even if Meiya was willing just now, he actually didn't think about it. Although he can't marry Meiya in a grand manner, but he still has to give Meiya the necessary ceremony. This is Meiya's only wedding in her life. Naturally, it should be taken seriously, and he also felt that this was the only wedding in his life.
Yes. is the only time. He is like all the young boys who want to marry their sweetheart. So looking forward to, so excited and still so fidgeting, for fear that something is wrong. At this moment, seeing Meiya's shy and anxious 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 murmured softly, moved 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 got under the quilt in a hurry, 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, this year, I'm almost boiled into jerky, do you know?"
"I don't really know," Meiya said with a blushing face, while resting on Zhong Mingwei's arm while unbuttoning his coat, "What did Guard Kong do here just now?"
"It's nothing," Zhong Mingwei said. He naturally wouldn't tell Meiya that someone was going to assassinate him. He leaned over and kissed Meiya's smooth forehead, and then said after a pause, "It's just that King Pingxi wants to come back suddenly." Beijing, he came to let me know."
"King Pingxi? That uncle of yours 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 magnificent 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!"