The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Sit down well, don't poke your head out, Zhong Mingwei scolded Meiya with a sullen face, while looking condescendingly at Chen Qingxuan outside, and said with a smile, If Mr. Chen goes back, what will happen to this private school?

Chen Qingxuan tried his best to squeeze out a not-too-ugly smile: Every year at this time, I have to take a month off. The children and parents know it well. I will come back when I am done with work in early May. I can start classes again after packing up. .”

Oh, that's how it is, Zhong Mingwei nodded, and cupped his hands at Chen Qingxuan, Farewell.

Farewell. Chen Qingxuan also arched his hands, and said dryly, watching helplessly as the curtains of the carriage were lowered, the girl's fair face could no longer be seen, and the horse galloped forward again, except for the wind-blown dust. , nothing is left.

Qingxuan, why don't you go up? Grandma Chen got impatient in the donkey cart, poked her head out, and as soon as she saw Chen Qingxuan's expression, she immediately became anxious, Qingxuan, what's wrong with you? ? Where is it uncomfortable?

No, Chen Qingxuan shook his head in a hurry, and tried his best to smile at Grandma Chen, while getting into the donkey cart, I just want to not come back for a month, and I feel a little bit reluctant.

What's there to be reluctant about? Isn't it the same every year? Grandma Chen said disgustedly, and got into the donkey cart again, while rambling, Besides, won't you be back next month?

No, not every year is the same.

Last May, that girl came to Ninggu Tower, knocked on his door timidly, and looked at him with those dark eyes without blinking: Excuse me, what's your name?

Since then, it has been different.

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Chen Qingxuan recalled the scene of seeing Meiya at the beginning of last year, couldn't help laughing, and couldn't help being silent again, he flicked the whip slowly, landing on the donkey's butt every time.

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After running for an hour, the carriage finally stopped in front of a thatched cottage. Pang Yi jumped off first, then Gu Changlin and Meiya, and finally Zhong Mingwei got out. Meiya and Pang Yi helped him get off the carriage one by one, and then Pang Yi So she let go of her hand and let Meiya support him by herself.

Zhong Mingwei's legs improved a lot. Before, he could only stand on the ground for a while, but now he can walk slowly with a limp. At this time, he was supported by Meiya, and he walked slowly, but he was not too limping. That's great.

How is it? Does your knee hurt? Meiya asked worriedly, both hands were around Zhong Mingwei's waist, Zhong Mingwei's hand was on her shoulder, and the two moved forward step by step. It is the tacit understanding that the two have cultivated for a long time. In the past, they just walked at home, and Meiya was very embarrassed in front of Gu Changlin and Pang Yi. Now that they are outside, many pairs of eyes look at them. But Meiya didn't care about it anymore, she just tried her best to support Zhong Mingwei a little more stably.

It doesn't hurt anymore, Zhong Mingwei held Meiya's shoulders, curled his lips at her, smiled, and said helplessly, Actually, I can walk by myself, but I'm wearing too thick clothes today, and my legs Can't bend anymore.

Where is this? When I go back, I have to take a bath for you. You have been through the wind this time, and you have to take a good bubble when you go back. Meiya is now most afraid of Zhong Mingwei's knees getting cold , so even though the weather has turned warm, Zhong Mingwei is still wearing fleece trousers inside his cotton trousers. Zhong Mingwei is sweating all over, but Meiya still looks worried, Add more mugwort leaves, and I have to give you Boil ginger and brown sugar tea to drive away the cold.

Where did I get the cold? Zhong Mingwei laughed dumbfounded, I'm covered in sweat.

That has to be driven away, Meiya stared at Zhong Mingwei, Anyway, you have to listen to me.

Yes, yes, everything is up to you. Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, looking at the fluffy hair flying in the wind on Meiya's forehead, he pursed his lips, if he was not outside now, he would have already kissed her went up.

Come on, go this way, there is snow there, and it's slippery. Meiya didn't notice Zhong Mingwei's Qisi at all, and she carefully supported Zhong Mingwei to move forward step by step.

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Sir, listening to Meiya and Zhong Mingwei talking and laughing behind him, Pang Yi's silent face showed a bit of sadness, he looked sideways at Gu Changlin, and whispered in a low voice, Really...just Is there no way out?