The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Why do I need to buy new clothes? I don't go out all day, I just stay at home all the time, why do I need to dress up so fancy? Ah Chou didn't think so.

Then I need to go out? Zhong Mingwei was almost pissed off by this girl, and stared at her, What do you want to do by dressing me up so beautifully?

I can see... Ah Chou muttered, and as soon as she touched Zhong Mingwei's white eyes, she suddenly fell silent, buried her head and continued to embroider her mandarin ducks.

But after getting along with Zhong Mingwei for a long time, A Chou knew that Zhong Mingwei would blow his beard and stare all the time, but Zhong Mingwei's temper was really not strong, and the fire came and went quickly, for example, it was the same today.

After Zhong Mingwei yelled at Ah Chou, he felt that it was boring again. A man in his thirties would slap a girl in his teens on the table and stare all day long. It would be embarrassing to say it. Then Zhong Mingwei brought over the tea bowl and took a sip. The frown that was furrowed immediately relaxed.

The A-Chou tea was brewed better than before. Although it was still a big porcelain bowl without any taste at all, and there were a few grass ash mixed in the tea, the fragrance of the jasmine tea was obvious, and Zhong Mingwei took another two sips. While praising Ah Chou, he said, The tea is well brewed today.

Really? Ah Chou was surprised.

She knows that Zhong Mingwei is a good tea drinker, so naturally she has been working hard to make good tea, but where does she have experience in this regard? What's more, she couldn't find anyone to teach her how to learn. At the beginning, the tea she brewed occasionally had a few oily smells on it, but Zhong Mingwei didn't dislike it. She has been groping for so long, and now she can barely make tea. .

Really, Zhong Mingwei nodded, while handing the tea bowl in front of her, If you don't believe me, try it?

Ah Chou really leaned over, took Zhong Mingwei's hand, took two sips, and when she raised her head again, A Chou showed some embarrassment on her face. While wiping her wet lips, she whispered: Actually... In fact, I drink almost the same, and I can't tell whether it's good or bad...

Zhong Mingwei looked at her delicate appearance, couldn't help reaching out and rubbing the little bump on the top of her head.

Don't... don't touch it, it will fall apart after a while, Ah Chou said in a low voice with a blushing face, The hair rope is always loose, and it can't be tied properly.

Come here. Zhong Mingwei said suddenly.

Ah? Ah Chou looked puzzled, What's wrong?

Zhong Mingwei didn't speak any more, took the embroidery piece from Ah Chou's hand and put it in the sewing frame, and then put the sewing basket at his feet, A Chou frowned and was dissatisfied, Zhong Mingwei's big hand held her The back of her head was brought down, and Ah Chou's face was buried in Zhong Mingwei's lap, and then she felt Zhong Mingwei untie her hair rope.

Zhong Mingwei is going to...

Tie her hair? !

When she realized what Zhong Mingwei was doing, Ah Chou almost cried out. Fortunately, she held back, but she has always been a master of nothing, so her eyes suddenly became wet. Fortunately, she doesn't have to look up now. , but she was lying on Zhong Mingwei's lap. If she cried, would she be discovered by others? if……

Ahhhhh!

She lay on Zhong Mingwei's lap!

It was Zhong Mingwei who took the initiative to let her lie on her stomach like this!

Ahhhhh!

...

Zhong Mingwei gently pulled away the red-haired rope, and clumsily held the messy hair with his big hands. In fact, Ah Chou just washed her hair yesterday, but she didn't sleep well. When she woke up, she could roll from the head to the end of the bed. , the natural hair will not be smooth, and she has to get up before dawn all day long, so how can she have time to groom? That's why she has to endure such a casual little struggle all day long.

Zhong Mingwei pulled Ah Chou's hair with his fingers. This was the first time he looked at a woman's hair so carefully. Ah Chou's hair was limp, soft, and a little yellow, making him look very docile , but the hair was very knotted, Zhong Mingwei patiently untied the hair knots little by little, but one after another, one after another...