Chapter 532

"Don't do that," Meiya said, looking out of the window. "Pangyi and Mr. Gu are there."

Just now, I was dizzy for a while, and I had such a mind. If it wasn't for Kong Wenmin to come in suddenly, I'm afraid it was

Meiya is so shy and embarrassed. How can she be so reserved when there are so many people in her family?

It's shameless to talk about Zhong Mingwei all day long, but her face is not thinner than Zhong Mingwei's, is it?

Zhong Mingwei actually scares Meiya. Even if Meiya just wanted to, he didn't think about it. Although Meiya can't be married in a beautiful way, he still wants to give Meiya the ceremony he should have. This is the only wedding in Meiya's life, which should be paid attention to naturally. Moreover, his private heart also thinks it's the only wedding in his life.

Yes, it's the only time. Like all the young men who want to marry their sweetheart, he looks forward to being so excited and fidgety. He's afraid of something wrong. At this time, he looks at Meiya's face with shame and urgency. Zhongmingwei's heart is aching and sour. He leaned over to kiss Meiya's red cheek: "girl, I'm not a gentleman, but But I know I can't treat you lightly. "

"You know what a fart," Meiya murmured in a low voice. She moved inwards, lifted a corner of the quilt, blushed and said to Zhong Mingwei, "you come in."

"My daughter-in-law is the best for me," said Zhong Mingwei, who was so busy that he got into the quilt and took Meiya into his arms, turned it over and over and kissed her. "Girl, I said that we would get married as soon as we went down the mountain. I really I really can't wait. You don't know how hard it is. I've been cooking meat for more than a year. Do you know? "

"I don't know," said Meiya with a red face, leaning on Zhong Mingwei's arm and unbuttoning his coat. "What did Kong bodyguard do just now

"Nothing," said Zhong Mingwei. If someone wanted to assassinate him, he would not talk to Meiya. He leaned over to kiss Meiya's bright forehead and paused. "It's that King Pingxi is going back to Beijing suddenly. He came here to let me know."

"King Pingxi? Your uncle who is comparable to the God of war? " Meiya was so busy that she asked, "what is he doing back in Beijing? Didn't he go back to Beijing for decades? "

"Who knows?" Zhong Mingwei held Meiya's hand and said softly, "what's the matter with us?"

"Yes, what's the matter with us?" Meiya is stunned, unties the last button, helps zhongmingwei back out of his outer clothes, throws it at the end of the Kang, then lies down again, reaches down and gently rubs zhongmingwei's legs, "I just want to embroider well, and you just need to keep your legs well."

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Jiasheng, May 15, 2003

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Determined to move today, Pang Yi first sent Zhong Mingwei, Meiya and Gu Changlin to Nanshan other courtyard in the morning, and then returned to move things.

It has been nearly a month since I last came to Nanshan other courtyard. Zhongmingwei was helped into the gate by Meiya. Meiya has been chattering in his ear. The pomegranate tree in the backyard of the swing in the front yard never bothered me for a moment. The girl is obviously happy, but zhongmingwei is not feeling good. The yard in front of him is half a hillside It's hundreds of times better to go to that crumbling house, but it's not as beautiful as the former East Palace. Even the house of housekeeper is more magnificent than here.

Looking at the second-hand bought old house in front of him, as well as the gorgeous and chattering little girl around him, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Zhong Mingwei, sit up and try!" Meiya obviously knows nothing about Zhong Mingwei's mind. She helps Zhong Mingwei to the front of the swing frame, and then happily tilts her head and says to Zhong Mingwei, "you come up and try it. It's fun to swing!"

"I'm so old, how can I swing?" Zhong Mingwei was dumbfounded, clapping Meiya's hand, and said softly, "you sit up, I'll push you."

"How old are you? When I came here the other day, Mr. Gu had been swinging for a long time! I can't get him! " Meiya stares at Zhong Mingwei and faces Gu Changlin, who is standing under the corridor. "Mr. Gu, do you think so?"

"He is a 30-year-old body with a 70 year old heart," Gu Changlin said in a loud voice as he stroked his beard. "It's not like an old man, a 70 year old body with a 30-year-old heart!"