Zhong Mingwei can't help laughing. He grabs a handful of hair and sends it to his nose to make him sniff. Ah Chou blushes when he reaches for it. He is so busy that he pats Zhong Mingwei's hand open and stares at him and says, "why did you just say you have no memory? Come and grab someone's hair again! Do you have enough? "
"Isn't the girl boasting about scrap iron? Then do I have to smell the rusty smell? "Zhong Mingwei chuckled and reached over and pinched the tip of ah Chou's nose." but why is there no rusty smell on such a big scrap iron? On the contrary, there is a smell of pepper? Isn't it an iron jar for chillies? "
"Haha, you are nonsense! I'm not an iron can! Even if it's an iron jar, it's also an iron jar for jasmine! " Ah Chou laughed and explained to Zhong Mingwei, "today, I learned to make hot cabbage with grandma Chen. I used a lot of hot peppers. Of course, they taste hot pepper."
"Is spicy cabbage delicious?" Zhong Mingwei asked, looking forward to it. He used to eat almost no spicy food, but now he is raised by a Chou. He not only eats spicy food, but also eats sugar. A year ago, he could not imagine it.
"It will take a few days to know, but I heard that it's best to eat spicy cabbage stewed pot in winter, hehe," ah Chou blinked at him, turned around and put her hand around the man's strong waist. Her whole face was buried on the man's waist side, and then the words came out with an urn of voice. "Zhong Mingwei, how about we always do that? I know you and I are not the same person, so I must have wronged you, but But Zhong Mingwei, let me be selfish for once, OK? Others can live a lifetime everywhere, but Zhong Mingwei you know, you and I can only live a lifetime in ningguta... "
The heat spread to Zhong Mingwei's waist skin through his clothes. Zhong Mingwei was stiff all over. Next second, he put out his hand and hugged the little girl who could not be coquettish.
"Girl, are you afraid that I will return to the capital later?" Zhong Mingwei put his chin on ah Chou's shoulder and asked gently.
Ah Chou didn't answer, but he nodded softly. Then Zhong Mingwei heard her voice and choked: "in this Ninggu tower, I dare to pat my chest and tell you that we don't dislike anyone, but Zhong Mingwei, if If I go back to the capital... "
Ah Chou didn't go on, but Zhong Mingwei didn't understand anything. Now he hugged ah Chou even tighter: "no, girl, no matter where I am, I am the only one that Zhong Mingwei owes you. I am not worthy of you, girl. Listen to me. I have no way in the past thirty years, but I will only give you my life from the age of thirty-two."
"Are you serious?" Ah Chou held his shoulders in his hands, raised his face, and looked at Zhong Mingwei with wet eyes.
"To be honest," Zhong Mingwei nodded and said busily, "although I'm a scholar, I don't have the stink of sour scholar. I never dare or lie to a girl."
"Pooh!" The next second, ah Chou broke into tears and smiled, while tears rolled down, and the big smile nests were filled with tears.
Zhong Mingwei squinted at the waterlogged dimple, his eyes were dark and bright. Then he leaned down suddenly and kissed the waterlogged dimple.
Ah Chou was stunned. When Zhong Mingwei's lips left, she was still in a daze. She stared at Zhong Mingwei directly. She was dazed and timid. Zhong Mingwei was hurt by that look.
"Girl, don't be afraid of me." Zhong Mingwei takes the pad and gently wipes the tears for ah Chou. When the pad slips to the nest, ah Chou returns to his mind. With a pair of Zhong Mingwei's eyes, he suddenly claps his hands open.
Zhong Mingwei: "..."
"I I'll get the pork and come back for stew." Ah Chou did not look at Zhong Mingwei anymore. He jumped off the Kang in a panic and went out in a hurry.
"Put on your shoes!" Zhong Mingwei is helpless in the back.