The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

I think you're in a bad mood, Chen Qingxuan looked at Meiya's haggard face, and there was an unconcealable pity in his voice, So I added more honey to you, thinking you were sweet, You should feel better.

Meiya's eyes darkened, she lowered her eyes while holding the cup, and whispered: I'm not in a good mood today.

Chen Qingxuan was taken aback, but he didn't expect Meiya to be willing to tell him this, so he pulled the stool over and sat opposite Meiya, and whispered, What happened? Can you tell me?

Meiya didn't say a word, but held the teacup even tighter.

Is it... is it because of him? Chen Qingxuan asked cautiously without Meiya's answer for a while, knowing that he shouldn't ask, but he just couldn't help it, Are you having a fight with him?

No. After a pause, Meiya shook her head.

Yes, how can this be considered awkward? For Meiya, quarreling is actually a very sweet thing. Every day, Zhong Mingwei and Zhong Mingwei quarrel because of whoever kisses the other more, and because Zhong Mingwei hugs her too tightly at night, causing her to have nightmares, Mei Ya Ya really likes to be awkward with Zhong Mingwei, but...

Does Zhong Mingwei also like to fight with her?

Or, what was Zhong Mingwei thinking when he was arguing with her?

Will you think of others? Will you also think about making trouble with others?

...

Meiya always felt that she knew Zhong Mingwei quite well, but today, she realized clearly that she and Zhong Mingwei had known each other for less than a year, and one year was enough for her to fall in love with him thoroughly, but one year Years, and can really understand him?

Meiya was so flustered that she picked up the cup in a hurry and drank all the tea in it. Putting down the cup, she met Chen Qingxuan's concerned gaze. Meiya's nose was a little sore, she Handing over the teacup, he whispered, Mr. Chen, can you make me another cup?

Okay, you wait, I'll go right away. Chen Qingxuan took the teacup in a hurry, got up and went to the kitchen in a hurry.

...

On this day, Meiya didn't go home, she just stayed in Jixian Bookstore, she didn't mention leaving, so naturally Grandma Chen and Chen Qingxuan wouldn't mention it either, Grandma Chen loved her the most, she cooked for her herself The pot was stuffed with meat, and a large pot of stewed chicken and mushrooms was stewed. The three of them sat cross-legged on the kang and ate. In the past, Meiya was unavoidably restrained in front of them, but after living in Chenjiatun for a while, she also It's less restrictive.

Girl, you eat this. Uncle Chen's chicken is just here. It's a small rooster, and the meat is very tender, Grandma Chen said, putting the dish with a large chopstick into Meiya's bowl. On the one hand, he kept muttering, You are too thin, you should eat more, don't just eat vegetables, eat more meat, why are you picky eaters?

Listening to Grandma Chen's nagging, Meiya felt warm in her heart. She didn't complain about the rice bowls piled up like a hill, and just kept eating hard, until the food piled up in her throat. Qingxuan couldn't stand it anymore, and reached out to stop Grandma Chen: Grandma, if she continues to eat like this, it will hurt her stomach, so don't pinch her.

Oh, I was wrong, I was wrong, I think this little chicken is good, I want her to eat more... Grandma Chen stopped her hands in a hurry, and blamed herself, Girl, If you can't eat it, don't eat it.

Meiya shook her head in a hurry: Grandma, I'm fine.

You can't blame me, Grandma Chen sighed, while rubbing Meiya's head with her hand, You girl, you never come, every time you come, I can't wait to eat all the delicious food at home Take it out and let you eat it.

Grandma, I will come to see you more in the future. Meiya's eyes were a little wet, and she was so busy that she buried her head again and continued to chop the meat in the bowl.

Grandma Chen was busy today, it was already dusk after dinner, she was very tired, Meiya helped her to wash up, and then went to rest on the kang.

Meiya closed the door and came out, she saw Chen Qingxuan sitting in the outer hall, Meiya walked over, sat down too, and said to Chen Qingxuan: I saw that grandma's arms are so neat, just now I can comb my hair without any problems.

It's pretty good. I was worried that she might not recover well because of her old age, Chen Qingxuan said, pouring a cup of tea for Meiya while hesitantly said, Today, do you want to stay?