"Hey, you!" Meiya put out her hand and beat Zhong Mingwei hard. "There's no energy!"
"You're not allowed to be nice to others anyway," said Zhong Mingwei, who was not ashamed of his coquetry, but bowed his head to the arms of Meiya. "You're only allowed to be nice to me in this life."
"Do you want to be shameful or not?" Meiya really can't help him. At the moment, she twists his ear and pulls him up, kissing him on the tip of the nose with a smile, "I'm not good to you. Who is good to you? You don't think it's too shabby for a good old man to cling to people all day long? "
"What a shame! I'm sticking to my daughter-in-law. I'm aboveboard!" Mr. Zhong has to go up. When he said this, he raised his chin high.
"Who is your daughter-in-law?" Meiya spared no effort to attack him. "I haven't married you yet!"
"Soon." Zhong Mingwei's smile could not be disguised.
Meiya is embarrassed by him. Just about to go away, she listens to pangyi drive in the carriage. Meiya is so busy that she turns out from behind the screen wall and greets him with a smile: "pangyi, it's really hard for you."
"It's not hard, it's not hard, but it's just two more runs." Pang Yi jumped out of the carriage and unloaded several boxes from the carriage. As soon as he turned around, he saw Zhong Mingwei coming over with the screen wall. Pangyi asked casually, "what do you and your wife do behind the screen wall?"
Zhong Mingwei has a black line on his face You're in charge? "
Meiya blushed to the base of her neck: "it's I discussed with him to write on the wall and write a blessing
Pang Yi, who knew he was in trouble: " Ye and ma'am, then you can continue to discuss, no matter how. I have to deliver it. I'm afraid I'll be back later! Don't bother! Farewell! "
Zhong Mingwei stares at the carriage running out with the power of thunder, grits his teeth and says: " I'll have to blow him out! "
Meiya chicken nodded like pecking rice: "yes, hurry to blow him out."
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Pang Yi sneezes all the way and drives his carriage to the street. In fact, he has already finished moving things. But he knows he's in trouble, so he doesn't dare to swing in front of Zhong Mingwei. He just lies and runs out, but he doesn't worry about fear. At this time, he gently shakes his whip while humming a song in his mouth.
"First, it's even more inside. When the moon comes, the picture will be taken of the flower stage. Sister Qiuxiang made up her mind. She said she would come at midnight. We love each other so much in front of the Peony Pavilion. I hope that the Phoenix and the Phoenix will get together early. Harmoniously, we will not come here, nor will we come here. Tang Jieyuan looks at the sky, and we cannot stop being sad. Beauty, autumn fragrance and enchanting lady hairpin... "
When the carriage stopped in front of his village inn, he sang "zhaohuatai" back and forth for seven or eight times. The second shopkeeper watched him get off the carriage and hurried out. He said with a smile: "Pang, you are in a good mood today. Looking at the spring breeze, you are not as black as before."
Some time ago, because of Zhong Mingwei and Meiya, pangyi was very worried. He didn't have much time to come to see xiao'an. Even when he was free, he was always worried. He didn't take care of the noisy and enthusiastic shopkeeper. But today, he is different. Pangyi took out the silver coins from his purse and threw them to the shopkeeper. He said with a smile: "give them to me Feed the horse! "
"Well! Don't worry, Mr. Pang. You must choose the best forage to feed your horse! " The waiter happily carried the silver in his arms and hurried to feed pangyi's horse.
Pang Yi is busy going upstairs after finishing his clothes. I haven't seen xiao'an for ten days. I really miss her coming. Pang Yi goes upstairs without a moment's notice. But when he arrives at the door of the guest room, Pang Yi stops again. He He was a little nervous. He held out his hand and froze in the air. He couldn't knock down the door for half a day. He scolded himself for being a coward in his heart and swallowed his saliva. After all, he grasped the door ring and knocked gently on the door.
"Who is it?" Then, the voice of Xiao an came from the room. It was still so clear and crisp, or so Jiao Didi, Pang Yiguang listens to this sound, the whole person is crisp.
"Oh, it's me." Pang Yi stutters.