Chapter 284

"Thank you very much, Mr. Chen." Pang Yi is very happy. He doesn't feel tired carrying Zhong Mingwei, but has a donkey cart to ride on. It's natural that Zhong Mingwei's hair is frozen. Now pangyi and Zhong Mingwei say, "Sir, I'll put you in the outer hall first, and I'll follow Mr. Chen to bring the donkey cart."

"I'll go in and sit down." Zhong Mingwei pointed to the closed door opposite.

"Yes, I'll open the door." Chen Qingxuan is so busy that he opens the door for them. The room is dark. Chen Qingxuan wants to light a candle, but Zhong Mingwei stops him.

"I'll sit down for a while and leave her alone." Zhong Mingwei whispered.

"Yes." Chen Qingxuan is busy.

Pang Yi felt the darkness at present, and finally walked to the Kang, and put Zhong Mingwei on it carefully. Just now, from Grandma Chen's mouth, he had known what Zhong Mingwei would drag his legs down the mountain this time, and why he would be so seriously injured. Naturally, he knew who was sleeping on the Kang. He could not help but murmuring that his highness had always been indifferent to women's color Of course, how can I be so affectionate towards Duan's daughter? If the relationship between your highness and Duan's daughter is so good, then how will xiao'an deal with herself? If Duan's daughter can't accommodate xiao'an, what should she do?

Just can't let him think more, now he went to the backyard with Chen Qingxuan to take the donkey cart.

When they went out, only Zhong Mingwei and ah Chou were left in the dark room.

"Girl..." Zhong Mingwei said softly, stroking ah Chou gently across the quilt. The girl slept on her side. As before, she curled herself up like a prawn. But if he was around, the prawn would slowly unfold, and then twisted like sugar on his body. Every night, he would be woken up once or twice. He was not upset at all, not only not upset, but also upset I will hold the prawns in my arms a little tighter.

He knew that the girl had no father or mother when she was young, and she was heartless. In fact, she had no sense of security. In fact, he was the same as her. For more than 30 years, he couldn't change the sleeping posture of curling up into a group and children. He felt embarrassed all the time, and for many years, he never wanted to spend the night in the back house. For whatever reason, he didn't want to It's a kind of subconscious self-protection and unspeakable cowardice to expose his weakness. Until one day, he shrunk himself into a little girl with a big shrimp, and started in his arms vaguely. At that moment, Zhong Mingwei suddenly burst into tears. For many years, the restlessness and fear of dreaming back in the middle of the night disappeared and he shivered Shivering to expand the hands and feet, tightly hugging this for their own small shrimp, he is the harbor of this small shrimp, this small shrimp is also his harbor.

At this moment, the girl curled up as a shrimp. Zhong Mingwei gently rubbed her back, leaned over her body, reached ah Chou's ear, and said softly, "girl, don't be afraid, I'm here..."

The girl in the quilt turned over and went to sleep flat, but at the same time she didn't fill the floor and snorted.

Zhong Mingwei can't help laughing. It's too dark. He can't see anything, but he can imagine that the girl must be grumbling about the boss's unwillingness. At present, he rubbed all the way, and finally touched ah Chou's face. Then he leaned down and leaned over. The two dry lips touched each other. Actually, it didn't feel good. It was like two pieces of chafed tangerine peel, bitter Astringency is better than sweetness, but what about that? This is his little girl. She almost killed him.

The little girl in the quilt stopped humming, and then she began to laugh, as if she had a sweet dream. She turned around, turned to the other side, and went to sleep.

"Yes!" Pang Yi gave a gentle cry at the door.

"Girl, take good care of your illness and wait for me to pick you up," Zhong Mingwei said softly, supporting ah Chou's soft hair. "You must take good care of your illness and drink medicine obediently. Otherwise, I will beat you then."

"Yes!" Pang Yi called again. He was a little worried. He was afraid that Zhong Mingwei would press the wound when he was sitting like this. The gauze he had just changed was slightly bleeding.

"Come in and carry me."

"Yes." Pang Yi hurriedly pushes the door in and carries Zhong Mingwei out.