The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 173: I am scrap metal, you are gold

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"Look up," Zhong Mingwei reached out to hold A Chou's face. As soon as his big hand touched A Chou's face, Zhong Mingwei was startled. The face was actually wet. Zhong Mingwei panicked, "Girl , what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"

A Chou didn't say anything, just shook his head, and then buried himself in his big hands and started crying.

"Girl, stop crying," Zhong Mingwei hates A Chou crying the most, but he doesn't know why this girl only sheds so many tears. She cries when she is happy, cries when she is sad, and cries when she feels wronged. He really I have never seen a girl who loves to cry so much. Zhong Mingwei really can't do anything to her. He really holds it in his hands for fear of falling and holds it in his mouth for fear of melting. "Girl, look carefully and you will feel dizzy. Stop crying. Stop crying." Cried."

After all, she cried for a while before she gradually stopped. A Chou was twitching. Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he brought a bowl of tea over and fed it to her, but A Chou shook his head and refused to drink. Zhong Mingwei Finally, his face darkened: "Drink quickly, if you dare to be stubborn again, I'll beat you carefully!"

A Chou stared at him with red eyes, and finally drank half a bowl of water obediently, and finally stopped twitching.

"Why are you crying?" Zhong Mingwei asked A Chou with a serious face as he asked A Chou to sit across from him, just like a stern gentleman scolding a child. "If you dare not tell the truth, I will beat you! Really do it." Hit me! I’m not trying to scare you!"

"I, I think I'm too bad," A Chou lowered his head, stared at his toes, paused, and then added in a low voice, "Not only bad, but also selfish."

Where does this go?

Zhong Mingwei frowned, stretched out his hand and rubbed A Chou's little head: "Tell me what's wrong with you? Where's your selfishness? If you can't explain clearly, I'll still follow suit."

"I...I just don't want others to know that you are well, not even the Queen Mother..." After a while, Achou spoke again. She lowered her head and twisted her braids. Sliding down and hanging to the side, her voice became even softer, "I know that the Queen Mother must be particularly worried about you, but I still don't want her to know. I just want them to think that you are still half-dead, and make them think that you are still half-dead." It will never get better in this life..."

"Why?" Zhong Mingwei's voice softened a lot. He looked at the shiny braid. He liked it as much as he liked it. He habitually reached out to hold the tail of the braid and rubbed it gently.

"I'm afraid she'll come to **** you from me...his!" At this point, Ah Chou was a little excited. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhong Mingwei. The movement was so sudden that Zhong Mingwei didn't have time to react, so he grabbed hold of her. The end of her braid, and then Achou covered his head and screamed, "Ah! It hurts so much!"

Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he gave up and crawled over to check: "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

"Who told you to always grab people's pigtails when you have nothing to do?!" Achou covered his head and grinned aggrievedly, "You said that you, a man in his thirties, would be fine if you had something to do? I just grab people by their pigtails. Is there anyone like you?"

"Yes, yes, I was wrong, I was wrong, come on, let me rub it for you," Zhong Mingwei felt embarrassed and distressed at the same time. He stretched out his hand to pull A Chou and let the angry little girl lie on his lap. Then he gently untied the braid, gently rubbed the little girl's scalp, and asked softly, "Does it hurt here? Does it hurt too much?"

"Well, it hurts everywhere, please rub it all for me." A Chou lay on Zhong Mingwei's lap and felt less aggrieved, but her heart was still weak. Zhong Mingwei was so kind to her, but Why is she so bad?

"Girl, your hair has grown long, almost reaching your waist." Zhong Mingwei rubbed A Chou's scalp with one hand while gently stroking A Chou's soft and smooth hair. "When it grows a little longer, I will learn Let me tie your hair up."

"Zhong Mingwei, you...don't be so nice to me," A Chou's eyes became wet again, "I don't deserve this, I'm really not good, not good at all..."

"Didn't we agree that we won't dislike anyone for our half a catty and eight liang?" Zhong Mingwei said softly.

"That's half a catty of scrap iron to eight taels of gold," A Chou muttered and whispered, "I am scrap iron and you are gold."