Chapter 144

"Come on," Zhong Mingwei patted him on the thigh after kneading his legs, and said to ah Chou, "knead your stomach."

"No, I have to do embroidery. I haven't done it the other day. It's been a long time..." Ah Chou hummed in a low voice. He said this in his mouth, but ah Chou climbed up to Zhong Mingwei's face. However, she was reluctant to press Zhong Mingwei's leg, and sat between his legs. Her thin body was leaning against Zhong Mingwei's arms, like a sticky doll. She grabbed Zhong Mingwei's hand and put it on her stomach, and said in a low voice, "rub it for a while It doesn't delay my work. "

"OK, just rub it for a while." Zhong Mingwei chuckled and rubbed ah Chou's flat stomach with a big hand.

The girl is too thin. The butterfly bone of a Chou is against Zhong Mingwei's chest, which makes Zhong Mingwei hurt. He kneads his stomach and thinks about how to make a Chou eat fat. This is not what he can do without a bowl of jujube tea and half a bowl of red bean porridge.

Zhong Mingwei is very melancholy, leaning on the buttress, looking at the beam of the room.

When are these two legs going to get better?

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"I've made an appointment to meet you at three o'clock tonight. I'm so shy and have nothing to say. One day after another, I am in tears, girl. It's amazing that the two parents love to smoke opium, which delays my marriage. If youth passes, where do you find youth. Two change drum son hair, small six son he climbs the wall. Startled on the house, infatuated daughter jiaowa yo. In a hurry, he opened the door with two fans, and grabbed his beloved friend with one hand...... "

Ah Chou began to sing again, burying his head and continuing to embroider while humming and hawing.

Zhong Mingwei returned to his mind and listened to the little song again. However, hearing ah Chou's voice again, Zhong Mingwei was a little reluctant: "why don't you sing?"

Ah Chou suddenly turned his face and stared at Zhong Mingwei. "Are you listening?"

"What's the matter?" Zhong Mingwei looked at her surprised and embarrassed face, and could not help pinching her nose

"No," ah Chou mumbled, a little embarrassed, "it's that you've been listening clearly, but you don't say a word, so you listen secretly, I don't know, you know..."

"What do you want to know?" Ah Chou stopped talking, but Zhong Mingwei asked after him.

You are eavesdropping, I will not sing such a shameful song.

But where can ah Chou say it? She didn't want to deal with Zhong Mingwei. She mumbled and continued to embroider. However, those big hands suddenly closed behind her, and she was firmly locked in the arms of a man.

"What do you want to know?" Zhong Mingwei reached ah Chou's ear and asked again.

"Why are you like this? They just don't want to talk to you! " Ah Chou is bluffing and protesting, secretly aiming at Zhong Mingwei's side face with the remaining light. She gets into a pair of men's bright eyes. She is too busy to cross her face and whispers, "what's the good news?"

"I love to hear the girl sing well," said Zhong Mingwei, putting his chin on ah Chou's shoulder. Their faces were so close to each other. He could clearly feel that ah Chou's face was slightly quivering at a time. When they came out, Zhong Mingwei's voice was bent. "Girl, can you sing for me again?"

"That's what I love to hear?" Ah Chou said in a small voice, trying not to tremble. Zhong Mingwei had never been so close to him. When he spoke, his lips would stick to her ears. Ah Chou's ears were almost burning.

"I love listening. I really love listening." Zhong Mingwei said, while learning the usual appearance of ah Chou, gently rubbing his face, obviously showing coquetry.

Ah Chou can't stand this anymore. He can't even lower his head when he comes to the stage. When he comes out again, his voice is even lower: "if you like listening, I'll sing it to you every day, but I'm not singing for nothing..."