The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

No need, I have given my mother thirty years of sacrifices, which can be regarded as my filial piety, and now it is time to celebrate my own birthday, Zhong Mingwei said to Ah Chou with a smile, while lowering his head and continuing to pick noodles, Sucking it into his mouth, he mumbled, Girl, longevity noodles are really delicious.

Ah Chou looked at the back of his head and the slight sweat on his neck. It was nothing serious. She felt uncomfortable and nervous, and wanted to cry. She sat back and took a handkerchief to gently wipe his sweat. While saying softly: Zhong Mingwei, I will make longevity noodles for you every year from now on.

Okay, Zhong Mingwei ate the noodles with a sullen head, his voice was vague and hoarse, Ah Chou had some illusions, always felt that Zhong Mingwei was crying, and when he was surprised, he saw Zhong Mingwei raised his face again, and curled his lips at her and said , Girl, wipe my face, it's already wet from the heat.

Okay. Ah Chou looked at the wet face and those slightly red eyes, said nothing, squeezed the handkerchief, and wiped it carefully for him.

By the way, girl, you didn't say anything just now. How did you make such long noodles? Zhong Mingwei buried his head to eat the noodles again. Does the long side continue?

Hey, I have an exclusive secret recipe, and the secret recipe is not something that can be spread out easily, Ah Chou laughed, and picked up the bowl again, looking narrowly at Zhong Mingwei and said, But if you promise to go to the yard to bask in the sun today, I will I'll tell you.

Success, but you will definitely be tired again when the time comes. Zhong Mingwei said.

In the past two days, Zhong Mingwei's body has gotten better again, his arms have become more flexible, and his back has become stronger, but his legs are still soft and can't be used at all. Since two days ago, Ah Chou began to help Zhong Mingwei out of bed and tried to stand up, but all failed. Once, Ah Chou fell to help him, and his arm was blue at that time. Zhong Mingwei became very angry at that time, saying He didn't want to get out of bed anymore, A Chou was in a hurry, but he couldn't force him, so A Chou picked a good time to say this today.

Sure enough, Zhong Mingwei didn't refuse, but agreed wholeheartedly.

Aren't you tired? I'm happy to be with you. Ah Chou giggled, lowered his head and continued to snort while eating noodles. The movement, every movement, is like some kind of fluffy animal.

Zhong Mingwei stared at that little boy without blinking, his heart was about to melt.

He is no longer the noble prince of the Eastern Palace, he is a worthless common man, no, he is not even as good as a common man, his life is in the hands of someone in a deep house in the capital, or just In the hands of his father, he may die at any time, not only that, but he is also paralyzed, unable to take care of himself, dragging this half-dead body so shamefully, so desolately, lingering on...

How poor and miserable he was.

But he felt that this was a good time he never had.

He would rather be so paralyzed forever...

Do not!

He can't be paralyzed, he has to stand up, he has to repay this stupid, stupid and even ugly girl.

No, not just reciprocation.

...

After breakfast, Ah Chou went to bed and rubbed Zhong Mingwei's back for more than half an hour, and then began to rub his legs. Zhong Mingwei's legs used to be hard. Although the skin on the outside was a little loose, the flesh inside was firm. It was as hard as a rock, and Ah Chou struggled to knead it. After such a long time of kneading, Zhong Mingwei's legs are now much softer than before, and have regained their elasticity. They are more and more like the legs and feet of a normal man. It's just that I can't bear the strength in my legs.

Don't worry, where is this going? Is it possible that you still want to be a big fat man? A Chou rubbed his legs while giving him a lot of strength, It's just over two months, you Let's see how smart your hands are, let alone chopsticks holding noodles, I'll give you a pen, ink, paper and inkstone right now, I think you can do it well, hey... by the way, how do you write well? Sample?