Chapter 299

Pang Yi looked at ah Chou's self-conscious and bashful appearance, and felt a little funny and moved. Then he said to ah Chou with a smile, "madam is the wife of the matchmaker, and ye loves madam so much. Naturally, I call you madam."

"Ah Oh Go back quickly. Don't let him wait. " Ah Chou's face was even redder. He was so busy that he did not return to the bedroom.

Pang Yi did not dare to delay, so he went out with his pack.

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Zhong Mingwei looked at the baggage spread out on the small table without blinking. On the neatly folded cotton trousers, there was a small pendant. After he put it on for a Chou on the first day of the first year of arrogance, it was the first time she took it off. At this time, she lay quietly on his black cotton trousers.

Zhong Mingwei gently nestled the small pendant in his hand and gently rubbed it with his fingers. Once upon a time, he was the same. He sat alone on the Kang and peeped at the busy little girl in the courtyard along the crack of the window while rubbing the black pendant. He wanted to give it to her earlier, but he always felt embarrassed In the past 30 years, he has never tasted the feeling of being more timid in the countryside, which is filled with his heart all day long. There is a slight sadness in his sweetness. Zhong Mingwei feels that he is very affectable. What did the thirty something old man experience? Yanluo palace has passed several circles. At this time, because of this little girl and such a gadget, he is shameless and fickle all day long. However, God knows how much he enjoys such fickleness, which is half bitter and half honey.

"Pang Yi." After rubbing the little pendant for a long time, Zhong Mingwei carefully hung the little pendant on his neck. He grabbed the little pendant and stuffed it into his pajamas. The ice cold pendant was attached to the hot chest. Zhong Mingwei could not say how comfortable he was. After a pause, he was facing the open door.

"Sir, what can I do for you?" Pang Yi put down his broom and hurried in.

"Mr. Chen said, when will her typhoid be cured?" Zhong Mingwei asked pangyi with a frown.

"If you go back to the Lord, Mr. Chen will tell you. Within half a month, Mrs. Chen will be cured," Pang Yi said hurriedly, looking at Zhong Mingwei's face, and adding, "at that time, my subordinates will go down the mountain to pick up my wife."

Zhong Mingwei looked at his two feet wrapped in gauze and his swollen knees. His eyebrows were even more wrinkled. After a pause, he said, "tomorrow, you'll leave early and go back early."

"Yes, my subordinates do," Pang Yi knew what Zhong Mingwei was worried about. Naturally, he was worried too. But at this time, he had a question in his mind. He hesitated, and only half a day later opened his mouth carefully, "yes, ma'am, she It seems that she is not the legitimate daughter of Duan mansion. She is... "

"So what?" Zhong Mingwei suddenly raised his head, squinted at pangyi, and said coldly, "I can't be Zhong Mingwei's wife if I'm not the legitimate daughter of Duan mansion? Is not Duan's legitimate daughter worthy of my disability

"Yes! That's not what subordinates mean! " Pang Yi was startled. He was so busy that he fell to his knees and explained to Zhong Mingwei anxiously, "my husband and wife are very affectionate. Although my subordinates are servants, they are really happy for me when they speak blasphemous words. I used to be in the capital, and I have thousands of dignitaries and excellent families. But I didn't have much fun waiting for you at that time. But now, I'm gone Capital, when I came to such a desolate place as ningguta, my subordinates felt that I was more comfortable and happy than before. Naturally, this is the credit of my wife. I really appreciate my wife. How can I dare to despise her half? "

"You get up," Zhong Mingwei clapped pangyi on the shoulder and sighed, "I've been ill recently, and I can't help being impatient. Don't take it to heart."

"My subordinates dare not," said Pang Yi, rising from the ground and looking at Zhong Mingwei's dry lips. Pangyi hurriedly poured a cup of jasmine tea and brought it to him. At the same time, he said respectfully, "Sir, please."

Zhong Mingwei, holding the big bowl of thick porcelain in his hands, looked at the jasmine flowers in the cup. He was worried. Then he gradually recovered and paused. He said to Pang Yi, "she is not Duan's daughter. She is the dowry maid of Duan's daughter. She is waiting for Duan's daughter to come to ningguta all the way."