Chapter 437

"Sir," Meiya went over and sat beside Gu Changlin. She was going to pick up Gu Changlin's pestle. "Let me help you."

"I'll do it myself," Gu Changlin shook his head and looked at Meiya, with pity and helplessness in his eyes. He didn't say anything. He turned his face again, continued to pound some medicine, then put down the pestle, turned his face again in the end, lowered his voice and said, "girl, hurry in."

Meiya doesn't want to go in at all. She used to rely on the sweet place that she didn't want to come out of. Now she doesn't want to go in at all. She knows that Zhong Mingwei is waiting for her in it. She knows that Zhong Mingwei has been worried about it all day, but she just doesn't want to go in. She really doesn't want to go in at all.

"Girl, be obedient," Gu Changlin looked at Meiya's face and lowered his voice. "Mingwei has been so anxious that he hasn't eaten all day. Do you want his life if you don't go in again?"

When Meiya heard this, her nose could not help but be sour. At present, Meiya was no longer stubborn. She got up and walked towards the bedroom, but went to the bedroom door. She paused again. She took a deep breath, tried to suppress her grievance and sadness, and then gently pushed the door open.

"Alas!" Gu Changlin looks at the closed door and sighs.

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"I'll come back..." As soon as Meiya Fu opened her mouth, before she had finished saying a word, she realized that there was something wrong in the room. There were pieces of broken porcelain lying on the ground, from one end to the other, even in front of her. Meiya was stunned, and then she looked at the table. As expected, a pile of dishes that had been properly placed on the top were gone. Looking at the man on the Kang, she was looking at herself angrily The fire in Meiya's heart can't be suppressed. She steps forward and stares at Zhong Mingwei, shouting, "you are sick!"

The next second, the angry eyes, suddenly a dark, like two lanterns suddenly blown out, Zhong Mingwei looked up at the beautiful bud, his lips trembled, the voice could not say the ugly and strange: "yes, I am sick."

Meiya can't see his appearance. Even though she has a grudge against him, at this time, she can't get angry with the haggard and gray face. She goes over, sits on the edge of the Kang, reaches out and holds Zhong Mingwei's hand: "I don't mean anything else, I'm just at home..."

"You're right! I'm sick! " Zhong Mingwei abruptly cut off Meiya's words. As he shook Meiya's hand away, he pointed to his face with trembling fingers. "I'm sick! I'm sick! "

"You What's the matter with you? " Meiya is scared. Zhongmingwei has never had such a crazy and twisted expression. For a while, she can't say anything more than look at that face.

"What happened to me? What happened to me? " Zhong Mingwei was still shaking. He raised his hand and overturned the small table on the Kang. He didn't think it was enough. He kicked the quilt and said, "what can I do? I'm sick! Sick! "

"Don't do this..." Meiya's eyes are red with anxiety.

She didn't know how she stimulated Zhong Mingwei, or how Zhong Mingwei suddenly changed herself today. She was really afraid. She wanted to hold Zhong Mingwei, but she didn't dare, not only did she dare, she retreated, and didn't know that this action stimulated Zhong Mingwei again. Zhong Mingwei kicked all the quilts and pillows on the ground.

"Let's go! You go! " Zhong Mingwei stared at Meiya. His eyes were scarlet. There was nothing left on the Kang. He sat on the Kang like this, panting violently and staring at Meiya. "I'm sick anyway! You won't want me anyway! "

"Mingwei!" Meiya listens to his words, her heart will break, and she can't care about her fear. She quickly steps to zhongmingwei's face, embraces zhongmingwei. She holds him tightly, faces him, and feels the heat and tremor from him. When she opens her mouth again, Meiya's voice is already crying, "Mingwei, how can I not want you? Mingwei, I'm afraid you don't want me. Mingwei, I'm really afraid that you don't want me... "

The crazy eyes gradually cleared up in the girl's sobbing. Zhong Mingwei's lips trembled. He wanted to say something, but if he didn't say anything, he just stretched out his hand to tightly encircle Meiya. The sound of sobbing in his ear was like a whip. He whipped him. He tightened Meiya even tighter: "girl, I'm a jerk, frightening you Come on, girl, it's my bastard. Stop crying. Stop crying... "