The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

That's it! That's it! Meiya Chick nodded as if pecking at rice, and winked at Zhong Mingwei again, Master Zhong, are you really not going to try it?

Uncle Zhong: ...

Gu Changlin shook his head and laughed when he saw the two people making a fuss, and didn't stay to disturb the young couple, and went straight into his small courtyard.

Call again and try? Seeing Gu Changlin's body disappearing behind the wall, Zhong Mingwei finally opened his mouth, looking down at Meiya from a height, his face covered with dark clouds.

Uncle Zhong! Uncle Zhong! Uncle Zhong! Meiya was not afraid of him, she winked at her and said coquettishly to him, Hurry up, Mrs. Zhong really wants you to play on the swing, so just let Zhong Will the aunt come true?

Pfft! Zhong Mingwei couldn't help laughing, and immediately he was sitting on the swing with Meiya's support. How about it, but when I sat on it, I realized that I was afraid. Although Meiya didn't push him hard at all, he was still sweating all over his face, and he stuttered while pulling the rope vigorously. , I... I won't swing anymore, I want, I want to come down...

Where is this? Meiya didn't know what to do, she only said that he was embarrassed, and then continued to push his back, flattering all the time, You can't let Aunt Zhong open her eyes properly Ah! Be good, just hang around for a while, it's fun! I won't lie to you!

Uncle Zhong gritted his teeth: ...Success.

Then let's start! Let's go!

Following the roar of Miss Meiya, two white hands suddenly pushed Zhong Mingwei's back vigorously, and then...

Uncle Zhong's face turned pale. Not only did he turn pale, but he also lost his ability to speak: ...Stop, stop! I'm going!

Why is Hao Duan Duan coming down again? Meiya frowned, and was about to coax Zhong Mingwei again, when her eyes widened suddenly, and she was so busy that she grabbed the rope and pulled it back hard, making the swing stop. As soon as she stopped, Meiya ran up to Zhong Mingwei nervously, looked at Zhong Mingwei worriedly, Um...are you afraid?

Zhong Mingwei really didn't want to talk to the little girl Meiya at this time, not only didn't want to talk to her, he didn't even want to look at her, it was too embarrassing, he was about to turn his face away, but Meiya held his face, Wu Liu Liu's eyes just stared at him eagerly, and when he spoke again, his voice was unreasonably anxious: I... I didn't know you were afraid of this, I thought you were just embarrassed, I think swinging is special. Interesting, so I really want you to try it too, and you are always nestled in the house on weekdays, you must be bored, so, so I just wanted to let you swing, it is my fault, you clearly just now I said I don’t want to play on the swing anymore, but I still have to force you, you...

Who said I don't want to flirt? Zhong Mingwei cut off Meiya's words, and gently wiped away the fine beads of sweat on her forehead with his big hand. The man who was so embarrassed just now, his eyes are so gentle that he would be tired of him to death. I really want to swing, and I want to swing with you.

Then let's hang out together, Meiya felt at ease, sitting between Zhong Mingwei's legs, turned her face to kiss Zhong Mingwei's cheek, and patted her chest to promise Zhong Mingwei, Don't worry, as long as there is I'm here, so you won't be afraid.

Zhong Mingwei had a look of helplessness and pampering: ...Girl, for the sake of your gentlemen's face, you actually don't need to say the last part of the sentence.

Hey, Meiya laughed softly, then grasped the rope with both hands, tapped her toes, and shouted happily, Fly!

In fact, it is said to be flying, but the range of the swing is not large. After all, the two people sitting on it are too heavy, and Meiya also knows that Zhong Mingwei is timid, so she knows how to measure it. While swinging, she turned her head from time to time Zhong Mingwei, Zhong Mingwei was embarrassed by her: I'm really fine, you don't need to worry so much.

I'm not worried, it's interesting just swinging so slowly, hehe, Meiya smiled softly, leaning against Zhong Mingwei's arms quietly, the swing became slower and slower, but Meiya Feeling more and more beautiful, Zhong Mingwei, I really like swinging.

Zhong Mingwei was not very happy: You just like swinging?