The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Gu Changlin's eyes were sore and astringent, a person who had never shed tears in most of his life, at this moment, facing Zhong Mingwei who looked like this, his eyes were wet.

Ming Wei, I am incompetent, I am sorry for you... Gu Changlin said hoarsely, Yunwen doesn't care about anything in this life, but he just can't let go of you, a junior. He is such a strong person, and he has never treated anyone in his life. You lowered your head, but begged me to take care of your body, but I... actually wanted to let him down, Ming Wei, I am ashamed...

Sir, I don't blame you, I really don't blame you, Zhong Mingwei choked up, knowing that Meiya was outside, he tried his best not to cry, It's my fault, if, if I had known that I was like this Body, I... I'll die early in the morning, so why would I provoke this girl? It's all my fault...

Yeah, it's all his fault.

She is obviously a half-dead paralyzed person who can only be dragged down, obviously a full sixteen years older than Meiya, and obviously her own identity is doomed to an uncertain future, but she still shamelessly fell in love with her and treats her well He was dragged into the water. Usually, he never dared to look at himself. He always comforted himself with the gratification of two feelings or the arrival of love, but now?

Facing the busy Meiya humming a little tune outside the window, he really couldn't continue to deceive himself and others.

Ming Wei, you...don't be too sad, Gu Changlin managed to force out a sentence, Maybe the fortune teller I found was wrong? Maybe the fortune teller is just talking nonsense? Don't worry about it. Now, just pretend you haven't been to that thatched cottage, and continue preparing for the wedding...

How can you pretend you haven't been there? Zhong Mingwei said slowly, wiping his face with his sleeve, and when he raised his head again, his face was clear, and his dark and moist eyes were looking at Gu Changlin without blinking. , Even if that fortune teller is just talking nonsense, so what? Sir, I really can't do it, I can't be hard-hearted, so that that girl can't be a mother for the rest of her life.

Yes, how could he be so cruel?

Meiya who is so eager to have a complete family, who loves dolls so much, how could he be so cruel and let her have no children for the rest of her life?

He really couldn't do it, even if he was sure that if Meiya knew about his situation, she would definitely marry him without hesitation and would treat him better than now, but he really couldn't stand it.

He couldn't bear the torment and guilt in his heart in this life, and couldn't bear that Meiya had to face such a depressed self for the rest of his life.

He used to have low self-esteem, and he will only become more decadent and sinking in the future. This is an inevitable but obvious thing, so he can no longer take off Mei Ya and enter the water.

Such a good girl's family deserves to have a complete family, and it is destined to have a husband, wife, son and daughter.

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After that day, Zhong Mingwei fell ill, and Pang Yi and Gu Changlin also became very silent. Only Meiya kept busy, like an ant on a hot pot all day long, and today she sent a message to Gu Changlin. temper.

Gu Changlin sat in the room in a daze, and after a while the smell of chicken soup wafted in from the window, he finally came back to his senses, stood up, and then walked through the outer hall into the bedroom of Zhong Mingwei and Meiya, it was almost dusk, the room was dark, only A beam of blood-colored setting sun came in through the hole in the window and hit Zhong Mingwei's side face. Zhong Mingwei slept very restlessly, his brows were furrowed, and the corners of his mouth twitched from time to time, as if he was having a nightmare.

Ming Wei, Gu Changlin sat on the edge of the Kang, and stroked Zhong Mingwei's sweaty forehead behind him. The burn is gone now, but Zhong Mingwei's face is still very pale. Gu Changlin couldn't help but sighed, What a crime! !

Zhong Mingwei slowly opened his eyes, stared at the beams of the room in a daze, paused for a moment, and then his eyes fell on Gu Changlin's body, and then sat up with his hands propped up: Mr. ?”

Ming Wei, good boy, Gu Changlin reached out and took a pillow and put it behind Zhong Mingwei's back. He took a handkerchief to wipe Zhong Mingwei's sweat, and asked in a deep voice, How do you feel now?

It's almost better, it's not as groggy as it was a few days ago, Zhong Mingwei said, while pursing his dry lips, sniffing his nose, and chuckling, Do you want to drink chicken soup tonight?