Chapter 562

"You You start for me! " Next second, Meiya twisted Zhong Mingwei's ear and said, "how far can you roll?"

"Ah! Lady, spare your life! " Zhong Mingwei shouted with exaggerated grin, "madam! I know my mistake! I really know it's wrong! "

……

"Do you think the gift I chose can get into my wife's eyes?" Xiao an has been nervous all the way. At this time, when the carriage stops at the gate of the other courtyard in Nanshan, she is even more nervous. She is carrying the exquisite gift box in her hand and looking at Pang Yi uneasily. "Is this gift too chosen Too light? "

"It's OK, ma'am, and I like it," Pang Yi said with a smile, reaching out his hand and stroking the broken hair in front of xiao'an's forehead. "If you don't have to buy that screwdriver which is too expensive, ma'am is afraid or unhappy."

"You don't have to move!" Xiao'an slapped Pang Yi's hand away and sighed, "it's just that I'm in a hurry, or I'll be better prepared."

"Your mind is clear, madam and ye," Pang Yi said hurriedly, reaching out to pat Xiao an's arm, but he dared not. Then he touched his nose and said to Xiao an, "come on, come in, meet ye and madam first."

"Well." Little Ann nodded and followed Pang Yi into the door.

"I'll take it." Pang Yi reaches for the gift box in Xiao an's hand.

"No need, I'll take it myself, but it's not too heavy." xiao'an was so busy that he dodged. As he followed pangyi to the courtyard, he looked at the small three in courtyard. The capital noble girl who was used to living in the deep courtyard didn't think how rare the courtyard was. Just how xiao'an felt about the warmth of the shares in the courtyard, maybe it was because of that The swing, either because of the row of pomegranates full of flaming flowers, or because the door of all kinds of houses is pasted with big and small characters, only to see little Ann's nodding, "this house is really good."

"Madam and ye have said that when we get married, we will also set up a house for us," Pang Yi listened to her saying, and looked at the envy in her eyes, which inevitably made him feel a little sad. At the same time, he slowed down his pace. "Then we will buy what kind of house you like. Later You won't have to stay in the inn in the future. "

"Yes, I'm tired of staying in the inn," said little an as he walked up the steps, turning his head and smiling at Pang Yi. "So when are you going to marry me, Mr. Pang?"

In the golden dawn, the girl's smiling eyes looked straight at her. Pang Yi felt as if she had been pierced by a sharp blade through her chest, and her heart was full of sweetness.

"An Hailin, get ready for the dowry quickly," Pang Yi looks up and smiles at Xiao an's curved eyes, "waiting for me to marry you on a high horse."

"What if I don't have a dowry?" Xiao'an smiled even more. Her hands, which had been clenched in secret, had been released by this time. She smiled and went down the steps, just in time with Pang Yi, "would you like to marry me on a high horse, Mr. Pang?"

"Yes, of course," Pang Yirou said. A man in his thirties can be tired of laughing on his face at this time. "Ann Hailin, do you know? Your smile is the best dowry. "

"You have vision!" With a sly smile, anhelin turned around and put her skirt on the steps. She walked very fast. She turned around and went to the corridor. Then she walked faster. Her little feet fell fast.

"What is there to be ashamed of?" Pang Yi looked at her in such a hurry. He didn't rush to catch up with her. Instead, he followed her slowly. He only smiled and his eyes were full of fine lines. "Isn't this girl happy? How can I be afraid of seeing it? "

……

Backyard.

Zhong Mingwei is combing Meiya's hair. Grandma Chen and Gu Qingtong are watching. Grandma Chen hears that Zhong Mingwei is going to comb Meiya's hair by himself, and she thinks it's not reliable. But when she looks at Zhong Mingwei's skillful technique, she nods her head involuntarily. Gu Qingtong also says in her heart, looking at this technique, she usually does not lack of combing.

Although it's the first time to do a bun, Zhong Mingwei is not unfamiliar at all. He began to think about it a long time ago. Yes, it was a long time ago. Since the beginning of last year, in that remote and simple yard, the girl sang to him with a red face, "long hair and waist for slaves, it's OK for Lang Jun to marry me", and he began to think about it.