The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

The buckskin shoes, with a layer of cashmere added directly inside, should be warm enough, and the ice skates have been polished by him. He actually made them a few days ago, but he has been worried, for fear that there is still something missing. Yes, for fear of falling on his little girl, he originally wanted to wait for Gu Changlin to come back and let him give him a long look, but seeing Meiya's displeasure at this moment, he wanted to coax her to be happy. So while Mei Ya was taking a nap, he tossed and started to do the final check on the pair of skates, and after checking and checking, he felt as if there was a shadow cast on the top of his head, and he lifted up silently. Head over...

You... Didn't you fall asleep? Zhong Mingwei was embarrassed, looked up at Meiya, and there was nowhere to hide the skates in his hand.

Woke up. Meiya whispered.

In fact, Meiya had never fallen asleep at all, she was used to sleeping on a man's arm, and usually complained about her neck being sore, but she couldn't sleep because she suddenly couldn't sleep, and Meiya stared blankly on the kang for a long time. She still sat up, originally thinking of dragging the man back to sleep with her, but accidentally discovered the man's little secret.

These are... skates in your hand? Meiya pointed to the skates in Zhong Mingwei's hand and asked curiously, Is... for me?

Then what else? Zhong Mingwei touched his nose, tried his best to hide his embarrassment, stood up, and handed the skates to Meiya, You put them on and try to see if they fit.

Oh. Meiya sat down on the stool, obediently took off her cotton shoes, and then put on her skates. Just as she was about to bend down to tie the straps, she watched the man squat down again, grabbing from the back of the upper. Tie the goose-yellow ribbon around the front, and then reach out to pinch the front of the shoe to see if it's the right size.

Zhong Mingwei just squatted on the ground like this, pinching here and there without making a sound, Meiya didn't say anything, she lowered her head and watched the man squatting in front of him busily working, until Zhong Mingwei raised his head, those peach blossom eyes Looking at her without blinking: Does it fit?

It fits well, it fits just like you. Meiya curled her lips and said.

What are you talking about? Zhong Mingwei didn't quite understand, and was a little dazed.

When making dumplings that day, Grandma Chen said that the couple's life is like wearing shoes. Only you know if they fit well, Meiya said softly, her white fingers lightly touching the center of Zhong Mingwei's eyebrows , along the eyebrows all the way down, and finally put it on the man's lips, Zhong Mingwei, why do you fit your feet so well?

Really? Zhong Mingwei smiled immediately, his big peach eyes reflected the fiery red grilles on the window, which looked very pretty, and he was a little arrogant, slightly frowned, looking up at Meiya, Isn't there a time when your feet hurt?

Of course. Meiya's face suddenly darkened, she didn't mean to be joking at all.

When? Zhong Mingwei suddenly became nervous, he was too busy to hold Meiya's hand and asked cautiously, Tell me quickly, when is it?

I told you, can you change it? Meiya asked impatiently, muttering.

Of course! Zhong Mingwei nodded hurriedly, I promise I will never touch my girl's feet again!

Pfft! Meiya couldn't help it anymore, she covered her mouth and smiled, then leaned into Zhong Mingwei's ear and whispered, Then don't read the book with the screwdriver, the flower, and the bottle in the future.

That's it... Zhong Mingwei immediately became arrogant again, while stroking his hair with his hand, he paused for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and said to Meiya, Actually, I think it's good to get swollen feet once in a while.

Shut up! Meiya obviously wanted to stare at him, but after staring at him, she laughed again, then hugged the man's face and kissed him, Zhong Mingwei, why are you so nice?