Chapter 504

Pang Yi immediately inserted the dagger into his waist and was about to run to open the door. But thinking of what Zhong Mingwei said in the daytime, Pang Yi's feet seemed to have roots. He stood in the middle of the yard without moving. In front of him was the incessant sound of kicking the door, behind him was the sleeping Zhong Mingwei

Or the sober Zhong Mingwei.

Pang Yi looks at the front and the back. His heart will jump to his throat. After all, he runs to open the door and says, "Madam..."

As soon as Pang Yifu opened the door, Meiya rushed in. Pangyi was too busy to catch up, but she didn't dare to stop it. In fact, Meiya didn't rush into the house. She just ran to the window, and then stopped. She stared at the tightly closed window, the brand-new and intact window

Then the chestnuts in my arms "crackled" and rolled to the ground.

"Zhong Mingwei, you really..." Meiya shuddered and opened her mouth. Just now she was so fierce that she looked like a terrible crazy woman. At this time, she seemed to be a poor and confused deer. Her tears fell down, and she couldn't care to wipe them. She hurried forward, stood on tiptoe on the windowsill, and choked in front of her. "You really don't want me, do you?"

There was no answer. There was no sound between heaven and earth except for the bleak evening wind.

Meiya wept silently at the window, then suddenly fell on the windowsill and cried: "Zhong Mingwei! Zhong Mingwei! "

Pang Yi is so busy that he can come to Meiya in a low voice and say: "madam, I have already slept down, or you can go back tomorrow..."

Pang Yi can't go on talking. It's not what he wants to say at all, but what can he say? No matter in the face of the beautiful buds crying, or the desperate Zhong Mingwei, he has nothing to say.

Yes, what can I say? How can an outsider open such a knot?

"Zhong Mingwei, you don't want me! I I don't mind Andersen! Don't worry about how many more women you have, as long as you don't leave me behind... " Meiya cried so much that she couldn't hold her breath. She lost her strength in every part of her body. She couldn't stand stably any more. She slid down against the wall a little bit and then sat in the mud. The mud soaked her clothes. She didn't care about anything. She begged pitifully and humbly, "Zhong Mingwei, I'm too greedy, I shouldn't Don't expect you to be good to me alone, I'm wrong! I really know it's wrong! Please don't Can't you do this to me? If you are still angry, you should treat me as a servant, just like when I first came to Ninggu tower, I I will serve you and Mrs. an. Please, please... "

"Madam, don't do this..." Pang Yi can't see it anymore. He goes over to try to pull Meiya up from the ground, but Meiya just can't get up. He tries his best to hold the wall. It seems that he's afraid of being thrown out by pangyi. Pangyi just feels that his heart is suffocating to the extreme. He can't stand it. He can't see Meiya so spoiling himself. He gasps for a while, then kneels At Meiya's side, she said in a hoarse voice, "madam, he is not..."

"Pang Yi! Send her down the mountain! " Suddenly, a man's angry voice came from the room, which scared pangyi to say nothing more. Since he came to ningguta, he has never seen Zhong Mingwei get angry, so that he has forgotten what kind of temperament Zhong Mingwei used to be and what kind of horrible face he had when he got angry.

"Zhong Mingwei!" Meiya suddenly jumped up from the ground as if she had caught the straw for help. Then she ran towards the room holding the wall and ran into the door frame. She couldn't care about the pain. She ran straight into the bedroom. There was no wax in the bedroom, but Meiya ran to the front of the Kang in three or two steps. Then she climbed on the Kang without any explanation. She hugged Zhong Mingwei and continued to wail , don't drive me away, don't drive me away... "

The air is full of the breath of beautiful buds, mixed with the breath of fireworks and grass, which is the flavor of Zhong Mingwei's thinking day and night, but at this time, he breathed greedily, as if he missed tonight, and could not smell it again.