Chapter 650

"No," said Meiya proudly, "you can't guess!"

"It's hard not to It? " Zhong Mingwei opens his five fingers and shakes them in front of Meiya. Looking at the petrified face of the little girl, he is not proud of it. His big open hand gently covers Meiya's face. He says with a smile, "can you say that your man is both internal and external, beautiful and intelligent?"

"Bah!" Meiya spat fiercely, but at the same time she tooted her lips to kiss the palm of the man's hand. She whispered, "you have ink in your hand. It smells good."

"Really?" Zhong Mingwei took back his hand and sniffed it before him. When he raised his head again, his face was already filled with a bad smile. "I also like to smell it. I like it when I first taught you how to write."

Meiya is stunned, then blushes to the base of her neck, and stares at Zhong Mingwei with her eyes: "what exactly do you have in your mind? Are you tired of thinking about this all day? "

"Don't worry. Where can I be bothered by this?" Zhong Mingwei laughed even worse. As he walked around the table to Meiya, he begged the white Lai and Meiya to sit on a stool. At the same time, he leaned up to the girl's ear and said, "I'll charge you some tuition later, and then I'll teach you more words today."

"Bah! No shame! " Meiya is speechless. She is sure that there will be no one in the world with thicker skin than Zhong Mingwei, but

So what?

She just likes Mr. Zhong's cheekiness!

Hey, hey.

"You sit aside, don't huddle with me. It's hot," Meiya said, pushing him with her hand. "On a hot day, you have to stick to people like this."

"I'll make an ice bowl for you later," said Zhong Mingwei. Instead of going away, he hugged Meiya tighter. He was actually hot and sticky. Once upon a time, it was better to be clean and sweaty and change clothes. At this time, he liked to be sticky with Meiya's share. Seeing Meiya's face hanging, he said busily, "make a bigger ice bowl." , all right? "

"Two." Meiya bargaining.

"No, only one can be eaten," Zhong Mingwei said in a soft voice. "In a few days, the body will be uncomfortable. If you eat too much cold, you will have stomachache when you are careful."

"Coming again?" Meiya looks shocked. "I remember In a few days? Why are you coming again? "

"Yes, it's still half a month," said Zhong Mingwei hurriedly. "We have to prevent it in advance."

The corner of Meiya's mouth twitches a while: " Well, we'll sleep in separate rooms from tonight. Don't we have to prevent it in advance? Don't provoke me. "

"Two ice bowls! Two! " Zhong Mingwei immediately raised his hand to surrender, without a pause. "My daughter-in-law wants to eat two. Of course, she has to be satisfied. What's the point?"

Meiya: " Ha ha. "

"Yes!" Pang Yi calls outside.

"Come in." As Meiya answered, she pushed Zhong Mingwei away.

"Ye, ma'am," Pang Yi entered the door, walked to the table, looked at the letter written by Zhong Mingwei on the table, and asked Zhong Mingwei, "will you just give it directly to the magistrate Fang adult?"

"Well, I'm just a commoner now, so I can't directly contact the capital. It's better to have it transferred by the magistrate's Yamen," said Zhong Mingwei, putting the dried letter in the envelope and handing it over to Pang Yi. "OK, let's go."

"Yes." Pang Yi believes in the result and bows down.

"Is it doubtful that the letter will be sent to the capital?" Meiya asked a little worried.

"No, now that the king of Pingxi is in the capital, he's restless in the south of Xinjiang. In addition, the Queen Mother's birthday is coming. The father and the emperor have no idea about my life and death," said Zhong Mingwei, taking the veil to wipe away the sweat in front of Meiya's forehead, and pouring a cup of cold tea into his hand. "Besides, it's just to report the death of Duan and an. By the way, I said that I'm calm It's not a bad news that the first people married a flat headed people to live together. No one will care about it. "

Yes, Duan family has collapsed. Who cares if Duan Rulan is dead or alive? An's family would rather die than die. Naturally, no one would care what kind of village girl the paralytic married.

"That's good," Meiya nodded, sipped her tea, and looked at Zhong Mingwei. "But Duan and an's news of the death of ningguta came to the capital. I'm afraid you can't get rid of your wife's bad reputation."

Zhong Mingwei was stunned, and then led his lips and smiled: "how? The little lady regrets now? "