Gu Changlin's heart was also filled with regret when she said that he and Ding Yunwen were close friends. Naturally, he knew Zhong Mingwei's past experience very well. So he was more clear in his heart. Meiya said that Zhong Mingwei's experience was actually less than one in ten. A prince has to go through more ups and downs, dodge more spears and arrows, and cultivate what kind of heart poison and hand heat, so that he can be a king What about the world? Obviously, Zhong Mingwei didn't have that life, although he had already suffered so much.
"Fortunately, when you come to ninguta, he has suffered a lot over the years." Gu Changlin looks at Meiya with a smile.
Meiya didn't speak, just shook her head bitterly.
If possible, she really hopes that she has no intersection with Zhong Mingwei in her whole life. Zhong Mingwei is not the paralytic who suffered so much and finally almost died. She will never have a chance to be pitifully cared for by the ugly girl who has broken her face. How she hopes that Zhong Mingwei can have a different life and live a smooth life Life.
Really, if she could, she would really like to give up her present happiness. Even if she had been a rough maid in Huanyi bureau all her life, as long as Zhong Mingwei could live a good life, what would she not be satisfied with?
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When Meiya goes back with a basket of grapes, she drives Zhong Mingwei and Kong Wenjie to finish a chess game. Kong Wenjie can only play chess, but can't play go. Pangyi bought the chess board two days ago. At that time, Meiya said a word and then bought a pair of go chess. Zhong Mingwei's face was not good at that time. Pangyi didn't dare to say anything more, so he was in a hurry Hurriedly went out, but when she came back, she bought such a pair of chess. Meiya didn't remember why Zhong Mingwei's face was bad until midnight.
"How can you be smaller than a needle nose?" Meiya turns to look at Zhong Mingwei's sleeping face, caresses his cheek lightly, and then kisses him as soon as she gets close to him. "I don't care. How can you pretend so many things in your heart all day long? I'm so happy that you are in your thirties."
Yes, Meiya doesn't care at all. Although she saw those black and white people in front of Zhong Mingwei and xiao'an that night, she would like to throw them all down the mountain. But Meiya has forgotten about this since they made up. She is such a character that she will remember them all her life if she wants to What she didn't want to remember will never be remembered again. Therefore, she always remembered the kindness of Xiang Ma and Xie Gonggong when she worked so hard as a slave in Huanyi Bureau, but she seldom remembered those years' hard work.
In fact, she really hopes that Zhong Mingwei can forget the past sufferings and sufferings just like her. She only remembers laughter and joy.
However, it should be very difficult.
Meiya's finger abdomen gently rubs the man's tightly locked brow, and she looks at the man's long sigh, then reaches out and scoops herself into his arms. She quickly and obediently shrinks into the man's arms, and does not move at all. Then she stares at the man's chin without blinking, and then gently kisses him: "Zhong Mingwei, I really am I love you so much. "
Yes, she really likes Zhong Mingwei, more than Xiang Ma, Xie Gonggong, Chen grandma and Mr. Gu add up
No, this comparison is a bit inappropriate, but Meiya really can't remember what to compare, because there is really nothing to compare with Zhong Mingwei.
Her Zhong Mingwei is really very good.
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"How many sets have you put down?" Meiya put the basket of grapes on the table and asked them with a smile.
As Kong Wenjie collected the chess pieces, he drooped his head and said to Meiya, "go back to my wife, my subordinates and my Lord have made seven sets."
"What? Seven sets? " Meiya was tongue tied when she arrived. She pointed to the grapes on the table and looked at Kong Wenjie in amazement. "I just went to the front yard to pick some grapes. In such a short time, you have already done seven sets?"