The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Head up, Zhong Mingwei stretched out his hand to hold Ah Chou's face, and as soon as his big hand touched Ah Chou's face, Zhong Mingwei was startled, his face was wet, Zhong Mingwei panicked, Girl, what are you doing? What's wrong? Why are you crying?

Ah Chou didn't speak, just kept shaking his head, and then buried himself in his big hands and began to cry.

Girl, don't cry, Zhong Mingwei disliked Ah Chou crying the most, but this girl's tears were so many, she cried when she was happy, cried when she was sad, and cried when she was wronged. I have never seen such a crying girl, Zhong Mingwei really has nothing to do with her, he is really afraid of falling in his hands, and afraid of melting in his mouth, Girl, be careful and dizzy for a while, stop crying, stop crying.

After all, it took a long time to cry before it gradually stopped. Ah Chou twitched, and Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he brought a bowl of tea and fed it to her, but A Chou shook his head and refused to drink it. Zhong Mingwei finally went dark Face: Drink quickly, if you dare to be stubborn again, be careful and I will beat you!

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

Why are you crying? Zhong Mingwei let Ah Chou sit across from him, and asked A Chou with a serious face, just like a strict gentleman who reprimands Tong'er, If you dare not tell the truth, I will beat you! It's real! No scare you!

I, I think I'm too bad, Ah Chou hung his head, stared at his toes, paused, and added in a low voice, Not only is it bad, but I'm also selfish.

Where does this go?

Zhong Mingwei frowned, stretched out his hand and rubbed Ah Chou's little head: Tell me what's wrong with you? How can you be selfish? If you don't know clearly, I'll still hit you.

I...I just don't want others to know that you are in good health, even the Queen Mother... After a long time, Ah Chou spoke again. She lowered her head even lower, her twisted braid slipped down, Drooping to the side, her voice became even softer, I know that the Queen Mother must be very 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 that you have never been alive in your life. Can't get any better...

Why? Zhong Mingwei's voice softened a lot. He looked at the shiny braid and liked it no matter how he looked at it. He habitually reached out and held the tail of the braid, and rubbed it gently.

I'm afraid she'll come and snatch you from me... Hiss! At this point, Ah Chou was a little excited, and suddenly raised his head to look at Zhong Mingwei. The action was so sudden that Zhong Mingwei had no time to react, and he still grabbed her braid. Then Ah Chou covered his head and screamed, Ah! It hurts, it hurts!

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

Who told you to always catch people's pigtails?! Ah Chou covered his head and grinned aggrievedly, You said that you are a man in his thirties, and you catch people when you have nothing to do. Is there anyone else with a braid like yours?

Yes, yes, yes, I was wrong, I was wrong, come on, let me rub it for you, Zhong Mingwei was embarrassed and distressed, stretched out his hand to pull Ah Chou, let the angry little girl lie on his lap, and then He gently untied the twisted braid, and while gently rubbing the little girl's scalp, he asked softly, Does it hurt here? Does it hurt badly?

Well, it hurts everywhere, you rub it all for me. Ah Chou lay on Zhong Mingwei's lap, and felt that she was not so wronged, but her heart was still empty, Zhong Mingwei was so good to her, but how could she So bad?

Girl, your hair has grown so long that it almost reaches your waist. Zhong Mingwei rubbed Ah Chou's scalp with one hand while gently stroking A Chou's soft and smooth hair. Disk hair.

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

Didn't we agree that we would not dislike anyone for half a catty? Zhong Mingwei said softly.

That's half a catty of scrap iron versus eight taels of gold, Ah Chou muttered, and whispered, I'm scrap iron, and you are gold.