"Hey, you!" Meiya stretched out her hand and thumped Zhong Mingwei vigorously, "You have no energy!"
"Anyway, you are not allowed to be kind to others." The five-year-old and three-year-old man acted coquettishly, which was not at all attractive, but Zhong Mingwei didn't feel ashamed, and bowed his head towards Meiya's arms. "Anyway, you are only allowed to be nice to me in this life."
"Are you really shameless?" Meiya really couldn't do anything with him, so she twisted his ears and pulled him up. She smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. "If I'm not nice to you, who would I be nice to? You don't feel shabby for a good old man who is sticky and pestering people all day long?"
"It's so embarrassing, I'm clinging to my wife. I'm aboveboard!" Uncle Zhong had to seduce, and when he said this, his chin was raised high.
"Who is your wife?" Meiya spared no effort to hit him, "I haven't married you yet!"
"It's coming soon." Zhong Mingwei couldn't hide a smile on his face.
Meiya felt embarrassed by him. was about to walk away. Hearing Pang Yi driving the carriage in, Meiya hurriedly walked out from behind the screen wall, and greeted her with a smile: "Pang Yi, it's really hard work for you."
"It's not hard. It's not hard. It's just two extra trips," Pang Yi jumped out of the carriage. While unloading a few boxes from the carriage, as soon as he turned around, he saw Zhong Mingwei walking over with his support on the screen wall. Pang Yi asked casually, "Master, what are you and your wife doing hiding behind the screen wall?"
Zhong Mingwei had a black line on his face: "... want you to take care of it?"
Meiya blushed to the base of her neck: "... I discussed with him to write a blessing on the wall."
Pang Yi, who knew he was in trouble: "...Master, madam. You guys continue to discuss it, whatever you want, I have to go to transport it, I guess I will be back very late! Don't bother me! Farewell!"
Zhong Mingwei stared at the carriage rushing out at lightning speed, gritted his teeth and said, "...I'll just throw him out!"
Meiya Chick nodded as if pecking rice: "Yes, hurry him out."
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Pang Yi sneezed all the way, and drove the carriage towards the street. In fact, the things had already been moved, but he knew that he had caused trouble, so he didn't dare to hang out in front of Zhong Mingwei. Don't worry about being afraid, at this time, while flicking the horsewhip lightly, he is still humming a little song.
"Yeah, let's get closer. The moon is shining and the shadow is shining on the flower terrace. Sister Qiuxiang made up her mind, and she said that she will come at noon. We are so loving in front of the Peony Pavilion. I hope that Luanfeng will be able to get along with each other soon. Zuo and others will also be in harmony." Don't come, don't wait, don't come, Tang Jieyuan looks at the sky, can't stop feeling so sad, beautiful woman, Qiuxiang, the enchanting girl's skirt hairpin..."
When the carriage stopped in front of the inn in his village, he sang "Zhaohuatai" back and forth seven or eight times. The waiter watched him get off the carriage and rushed out to greet him with an eager expression on his face. Smiling: "Pang Zhuangshi, you are in a really good mood today. Looking at the spring breeze, your face is not as dark as before."
Some time ago, because of Zhong Mingwei and Meiya's affairs, Pang Yi was very worried, and he didn't have much time to come to see Xiao An's. Even if he had time to come over, he always looked sad, and didn't pay much attention to this noisy and enthusiastic waiter, but Today is different, Pang Yi took out the broken silver from his purse and threw it to the waiter, and said with a smile: "Feed the horse for me!"
"Come on! Pang Zhuang, don't worry, I will feed your horse with the best fodder!" The waiter happily put the money in his arms, and rushed to feed Pang Yi's horse.
Pang Yi went upstairs in a hurry while straightening his clothes. He hadn't seen Xiao An for ten days. He missed her so much. , Pang Yi paused again, he was... a little nervous, his outstretched hand froze in the air, and he couldn't knock on the door for a long time. He stopped the knocker and knocked lightly on the door.
"Who is it?" Immediately, Xiao An's voice came from the room, still so crisp, still so...Jiao Didi, Pang Yiguang felt numb when he heard this voice.
"Oh, it's me." Pang Yi stammered.