The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 532: Moving

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"Don't be like this," Meiya was really anxious, mouthing out the window, "Pang Yi and Mr. Gu are both here."

I was confused just now and had such thoughts. If Kong Wenmin hadn't suddenly come in later, I'm afraid...

Meiya is simply shy and embarrassed. There are so many people at home, why is she so unreserved?

It is said all day long that Zhong Mingwei is shameless, but her face is probably not as thin as Zhong Mingwei's, right?

Zhong Mingwei actually just wanted to scare him. Even if Meiya was willing just now, he actually didn't think anything of it. Although he couldn't marry Meiya in a glamorous way, he still had to give Meiya the due ceremony. This was Meiya's only wedding in her life, so she naturally had to take it seriously. Moreover, he privately felt that this was the only wedding in his life.

Yes, this is the only time, like all young men who want to marry their sweetheart, he is so looking forward to it, so excited and so restless, for fear of something wrong. At this time, he looks at Meiya and feels embarrassed. Zhong Mingwei's anxious face made Zhong Mingwei feel hurt and sore. He leaned over and kissed Meiya's red cheek: "Girl, I'm not a gentleman, but I know I can't treat you lightly."

"You know what the heck," Meiya muttered in a low voice, moved in, lifted up a corner of the quilt, blushed and said to Zhong Mingwei, "Come in."

"My wife is the only one who treats me the best." Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he got under the quilt and took Mei Ya into his arms, turning her over and over and kissing her, "Girl, we agreed We will get married as soon as we get down the mountain. I really... really can't wait. You don't know how difficult it is. Over the past year or so, I have almost become jerky. Do you know?"

"I don't know that," Meiya said with a blushing face. She rested her head on Zhong Mingwei's arm and unbuttoned his coat for him, "What did Guard Kong do here just now?"

"It's nothing," Zhong Mingwei said. He naturally wouldn't tell Meiya that someone wanted to assassinate him. He leaned over and kissed Meiya's smooth forehead, paused and said, "It's King Pingxi. Suddenly he was going back to Beijing, so he came over to let me know."

"King Pingxi? That uncle of yours who is comparable to the God of War?" Meiya was startled and quickly asked, "Why did he come back to the capital? Didn't he say he didn't return to the capital for decades?"

"Who knows?" Zhong Mingwei held Meiya's hand and said softly, "What do you care about us?"

"Yeah, what do you care about us?" Meiya was startled, unbuttoned the last button, helped Zhong Mingwei take off his coat, threw it to the end of the kang, then lay down again, reached out and gently Gently rubbing Zhong Mingwei's legs, "I just focus on embroidering, and you just focus on taking care of your legs."

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May 15th, the 33rd year of Jiasheng

Ninggu Pagoda.

It was decided to move today. Pang Yi sent Zhong Mingwei, Meiya and Gu Changlin to Nanshan Courtyard early in the morning, and then returned to move things.

Nearly a month has passed since the last time he came to Nanshan Villa. Zhong Mingwei was helped into the gate by Meiya. Meiya kept chattering in his ears, about the swing in the front yard and the pomegranate tree in the backyard. She didn't hesitate to say it. 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 it can't compare with the magnificent East Palace of the past, and even the housekeeper's residence is probably much more grand than this.

Looking at the old house he bought second-hand in front of him and the energetic and chattering little girl beside him, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Zhong Mingwei, sit down and try it!" Meiya obviously knew nothing about Zhong Mingwei's thoughts. She helped Zhong Mingwei to the front of the swing, then tilted her head happily and said to Zhong Mingwei, "Come up here Try it, swinging on the swing is fun!"

"I am already this old, how can I easily swing on the swing?" Zhong Mingwei laughed dumbly, patted Mei Ya's hand, and said softly, "You sit on it, I will push you."

"How old are you? When I came here a few days ago, Mr. Gu was hanging out for a long time! I couldn't even compete with him!" Meiya glared at Zhong Mingwei and said to Gu Changlin who was standing in the corridor, "Gu Sir, do you think so?"

"He is a thirty-year-old body with a seventy-year-old heart," Gu Changlin said loudly while stroking his beard, "How does he look like me, with a seventy-year-old body and a thirty-year-old heart!"