The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

For Zhong Ming'e, he is so reluctant. A long time ago, when he was still an ignorant teenager, his eyes could not be separated from Zhong Ming'e. No one understands Zhong Ming'e's anxiety and struggle better than him, and no one knows himself better. sorrowful and affectionate.

But so what?

He can only be Zhong Ming'e's subordinate in this life. This is a reality that can never be changed. What he has to do in this life is to protect him and help him to the top. As for other things, he can't and dare not think about it.

...

Liao Chongwu! Liao Chongwu!

Suddenly, a man's hysterical crying and knocking on the door came from outside the door.

Boom!

The wine jar fell to the ground in response, turning into fragments all over the ground.

In the next second, Liao Chongwu rushed over like crazy, opened the door, and pulled in the wailing man outside.

Liao Chongwu! I can't do it! Zhong Ming'e held Liao Chongwu's shoulders tightly with both hands, and looked at him with red eyes in despair and collapse, Liao Chongwu! I can't do it! No way, I can't do it!

Liao Chongwu suddenly wrapped him in his arms, hugging him tightly, like holding a piece of lost treasure, he tightly hugged Zhong Ming'e who was out of breath from crying, and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse He said: Then don't do it, never go!

Liao Chongwu, I'm crazy! I'm really crazy! Zhong Ming'e pinched Liao Chongwu's arm, gritted his teeth and said, Obviously I should have a good family, but...but I'm all about you, how much It's been years, and I've been thinking about you! Liao Chongwu, you don't even know how much I hate you! I really wish...I wish I could kill you!

I know, I know, Liao Chongwu choked up, holding Zhong Ming'e's face in his hands, and kissed the tearful face tremblingly, Because I hate myself too, I I really want to die.

Liao Chongwu... Zhong Ming'e accepted the man's touch tremblingly, his face that was still gnashing his teeth suddenly softened, and his hands tremblingly wrapped around Liao Chongwu's neck, Liao Chongwu, Don't let me go, please, don't let me go...

Don't let go, I won't let go, Liao Chongwu suddenly hugged Zhong Ming'e, and walked straight to the room, With this night, even if I really die, it's worth it...

Liao Chongwu... Zhong Ming'e looked at him, tears streaming down his face, but he couldn't bear to blink, Liao Chongwu, I won't let you die, even if I die, I won't let you die...

Hey, don't talk anymore, Liao Chongwu said softly, and while putting him on the bed, he gently ran down Zhong Ming'e's hair while kissing his eyes that were slightly swollen from tears, Today is ours. Good day.

...

The first day of the first month of the 33rd year of Jiasheng.

Jilin.

Pang Yi grabbed the medicine from the pharmacy, hurriedly got on the horse with the medicine, and rushed to the post house. In the first day of junior high school, all the shops on the street were closed, and the pharmacy was not open. He ran to the small town below and caught it. At this time, he carried the medicine and rushed towards the city against the heavy snow.

Master Jun, you're back, the waiter at the post house saw Pang Yi get off his horse in front of the door, and rushed out to lead the horse for him. He was naturally very courteous, Master Jun, why did you go out for such a long time in this snowy day? Is there anything important?

Has the food been delivered yet? Pang Yi asked the waiter while striding towards the post house.

It's delivered! Don't worry! the waiter in the store smiled apologetically, I sent two catties of dumplings stuffed with pork and scallions just out of the pan early in the morning.

Okay, Pang Yi nodded, casually threw a penny to the little girl, and handed the medicine in his arms to the little girl, Go and fry the medicine and bring it up.

Yes, I obey. The waiter took the medicine in a hurry, and asked worriedly, Master Jun, is there something wrong with you? Or is it that... the girl in the room is not feeling well? This For a few days, I watched you running in and out to buy medicine.

Don't ask if you shouldn't. Pang Yi gave the waiter a cold look, and then strode upstairs.

Boom boom boom!

Walking to the top floor before going to the room, Pang Yi stopped, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Ma'am, have you rested yet?