Chapter 454

Gu Changlin's eyes are so sour that he has not shed tears in most of his life. At this time, Zhong Mingwei, who looks like this, gets his eyes wet.

"Mingwei, it's my incompetence, I'm sorry for you..." Gu Changlin said in a hoarse voice, "Yunwen doesn't care about anything in his life, but he can't let go of your little generation. He's such a strong man. He never looked down on anyone in his life, but he begged me to look at your body. I I'm sorry to have failed him, Mingwei... "

"Sir, I don't blame you, really don't blame you," Zhong Mingwei choked, knowing that Meiya was outside, and he tried to keep himself from crying. "It's my fault. If I had known that I was such a body, I would I'll die in the morning. How can I provoke this girl? Blame me... "

Yeah, it's all his fault.

Mingming is a paralytic who is half dead and can only be dragged down. Mingming is sixteen years older than Meiya. He knows that his identity is destined to be unknown in the future, but he is so shameless to love others. He drags the girl who has a good son out of the water. As usual, he never dare to look at himself. He always comforts him with his love or comfort Myself, but now?

Facing the beautiful bud humming outside the window, he really can't continue to deceive himself.

"Mingwei, you Don't be too sad, either, "Gu Changlin finally said," maybe the fortune teller I'm looking for is not allowed? Maybe the fortune teller is just a bunch of nonsense? Don't take it to heart, you should not have been to that cottage, and keep on preparing for the wedding... "

"How can I be a stranger?" Zhong Mingwei said in a slow voice, wiping his face with his sleeve, and looking up again, he had recovered his clear face. His dark and moist eyes looked at Gu Changlin without blinking. "Even if the fortune teller was just talking nonsense, what about that? Sir, I really can't do it. I can't do it ruthlessly. I can't make that girl a mother in my life. "

Yes, how can he be ruthless?

So eager to have a complete family of beautiful buds, so like the beautiful buds of dolls, how can he give up his heart, so that she has no children in her life?

He really can't do it, even if he is sure that Meiya will marry him without hesitation if she knows his situation, and will treat him better than now, but he really can't stand it.

I can't stand the pain and guilt in my heart, and I can't stand the depression that Meiya has to face all her life.

He used to be a self abased man, but he will only become more decadent and degenerate. This is a matter of no way, but it is obvious. Therefore, he can no longer take off the bud of beauty.

Such a good girl's family is worth having a complete and complete family, and it is also destined to be a good family with both husband, wife and children.

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After that day, Zhong Mingwei fell ill, pangyi and Gu Changlin became extremely silent. Only Meiya was busy inside and outside all the time. She was in a hurry like an ant on a hot pot. Today, she was angry with Gu Changlin.

Gu Changlin sat in the room, and the smell of chicken soup drifted in for a while outside the window. Then he came back to his senses, stood up, and went through the outer hall to enter Zhong Mingwei's bedroom with Meiya. It was dusk, and the room was dark. Only a bunch of bloody sun shone in through the hole in the window, and hit Zhong Mingwei's side face. Zhong Mingwei was not sleeping well, his eyebrows were locked, and his mouth was closed From time to time, it seems to be a nightmare.

"Mingwei," Gu Changlin sat on the edge of the Kang and stroked Zhong Mingwei's sweat forehead behind him. Now it's not burning, but Zhong Mingwei's face is pale. Gu Changlin can't help sighing, "do evil!"

Zhong Mingwei slowly opened his eyes and stared at the beam of the room. After a pause, his eyes recovered and fell on Gu Changlin. Then he sat up with his hands on his back: "Sir, how are you here?"

"Mingwei, good boy," Gu Changlin reached for a pillow and put it behind Zhong Mingwei. As he took the pad to wipe Zhong Mingwei's sweat, he asked in a deep voice, "how do you feel now?"

"It's almost as good as it was a few days ago," said Zhong Mingwei, sipping his dry lips, sniffing and chuckling. "Would you like chicken soup tonight?"