The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 533: Uncle Zhong and Aunt Zhong

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"That's right! That's right!" Meiya Chicken nodded as if pecking rice, while winking at Zhong Mingwei, "Uncle Zhong, do you really not want to give it a try?"

Uncle Zhong: "..."

Seeing the two of them having fun, Gu Changlin also shook his head and smiled. He did not stay to disturb the young couple and went straight into his own courtyard.

"Try calling me again?" Seeing Gu Changlin's body disappear behind the wall, Zhong Mingwei opened his mouth and looked at Meiya condescendingly, with a dark cloud covering his face.

"Uncle Zhong! Uncle Zhong! Uncle Zhong!" Meiya was not afraid of him. She winked at her and said coquettishly to him, "Hurry up, Aunt Zhong really wants you to swing on the swing. You Just let Aunt Zhong get her wish?"

"Pfft!" Zhong Mingwei couldn't help laughing, and was immediately helped by Meiya to sit on the swing. This was the first time in his life that he sat on the swing. He used to watch others swinging from a distance, He didn't feel anything bad, but when he sat on it, he realized that he was afraid. Although Meiya didn't push him hard at all, he was still sweating all over his face, and he pulled the rope hard while knotting. He stammered, "I...I don't want to be a prostitute anymore. I want to come down..."

"Where are you going?" Meiya didn't know what was going on. She just said he was embarrassed and continued to push his back while flattering her, "You can't let Mrs. Zhong Open your eyes! Be good, hang out for a while, it will be fun! I’m not going to lie to you!"

Uncle Zhong gritted his teeth: "...it's done."

"Let's start! Let's go!"

As Miss Meiya roared, two fair hands suddenly pushed **** Zhong Mingwei’s back, and then...

Uncle Zhong’s face turned pale. Not only did he turn pale, but he also couldn’t speak clearly: “...stop, stop! I’m going downstairs!”

"Why did Hao Duanduan come down again?" Meiya frowned, and was about to coax Zhong Mingwei again, but suddenly her eyes widened, and then she was so busy that she grabbed the rope and pulled it back hard, making the swing stop. , as soon as the swing stopped, Meiya nervously ran to Zhong Mingwei and looked at Zhong Mingwei with a worried look, "Um... are you afraid?"

Zhong Mingwei really didn’t want to pay attention to the little girl Meiya at this time. Not only did he not want to pay attention to her, he didn’t even want to look at her. It was so embarrassing. He was about to turn his face away, but Meiya held his hand. He looked at him with dark eyes on his face, and when he spoke again, his voice was so anxious that he couldn't say anything: "I...I didn't know you were afraid of this, I thought you were just embarrassed, I think Swinging on the swing is very interesting, so I really want you to try it. Besides, you always stay in the house on weekdays, so you must be bored, so, so I thought of letting you swing on the swing. It’s my fault, and you Even though you just said you don’t want to swing anymore, I still insist on forcing you, you..."

"Who said I don't want to be a prostitute?" Zhong Mingwei cut off Meiya's words, and gently wiped away the fine beads of sweat on her forehead with his big hand. The man who was so embarrassed just now, now has such gentle eyes that he would be bored to death. I'm alone, "I really want to hang out, and I also want to hang out with you."

"Then let's hang out together," Mei Ya felt at ease. She sat between Zhong Mingwei's legs, turned her face and kissed Zhong Mingwei's cheek, patting her chest to confirm with Zhong Mingwei, "Don't worry. , as long as I am here, you will definitely not be afraid."

Zhong Mingwei looked helpless and doting on his face: "...Girl, for the sake of your husband's face, you actually don't have to say the second half of the sentence."

"Hey," Meiya laughed softly, then grabbed the rope with both hands, tapping her toes on the ground, and shouting happily, "Fly!"

Actually, it is flying, but the swing is not very wide. After all, it is too heavy for two people sitting on it, and Meiya also knows that Zhong Mingwei is timid, so she knows how to measure it, and she twists from time to time while swinging. Turning her head to look at Zhong Mingwei, Zhong Mingwei felt embarrassed by her: "I'm really fine, you don't need to worry so much."

"I'm not worried, it's fun to swing slowly like this, hehe," Meiya smiled softly and quietly leaned into Zhong Mingwei's arms. The swing became slower and slower. But Meiya felt more and more beautiful, "Zhong Mingwei, I really like swinging."

Zhong Mingwei was not happy: "You just like swinging?"