The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 483: What if, what if

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"Oh, I saw that you were worried last night, so I didn't feel at ease." When Chen Qingxuan said this, he felt a little guilty. He looked at Meiya furtively and saw that her expression was nothing. Abnormal, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked cautiously, "What happened? Are your two eyes swollen like this?"

When Chen Qingxuan asked, Meiya's face darkened again. She turned around and closed the door, and said in a deep voice to the dilapidated wooden door in front of her: "Mr. Chen, I don't want to say it."

Chen Qingxuan was startled, and then he said hurriedly: "Yes, yes, I'm too talkative. I shouldn't ask about the girl's privacy..."

"Mr. Chen, I don't mean to accuse you," Meiya cut off Chen Qingxuan's topic, paused, breathed out gently, and then said, "There are just some things that I can't talk about."

Yeah, how do you want her to say it?

Where to start?

Meiya really can't speak, and she doesn't want to. This is a matter between her and Zhong Mingwei. Even if things go against her wishes now, she selfishly doesn't want outsiders to know that whether it's good or bad, it's all between her and Zhong Mingwei. thing.

Chen Qingxuan's face was a little stiff, but he still pursed his lips and squeezed out a smile that wasn't too ugly: "Well, if you don't want to say it, then you don't have to say it. I'll wait until you want to say it. Say it again."

"Mr. Chen," Meiya looked at Chen Qingxuan with some embarrassment, "Can you... help me hide something from Grandma Chen?"

Meiya doesn’t want Grandma Chen to worry about herself. The old lady’s health is now much better. With spring plowing at home, and working from dawn to dusk all day long, Meiya really doesn’t want to cause the old lady any more worries.

"Okay, don't worry." Chen Qingxuan nodded. Even if Meiya didn't say it, he would definitely not tell Grandma Chen this. Regarding the relationship between Meiya and Zhong Mingwei, Chen Qingxuan has been deliberately talking about it. He couldn't tell why he hid it from Grandma Chen. He didn't want Grandma Chen to know and felt sad, or... he had been subconsciously leaving a way for himself?

What if, what if?

What if, what if?

"Mr. Chen, thank you very much." Meiya was grateful. She turned around and walked towards the courtyard. Then she suddenly stopped and looked back at Chen Qingxuan. "Mr. Chen, let's eat pancakes and red beans today." How about porridge?"

"Red bean porridge?" Chen Qingxuan was startled, and the small bowl of steaming red bean porridge immediately appeared in front of his eyes, but the bowl of porridge was not prepared for him. That day, he watched eagerly as Zhong Mingwei took three mouthfuls of it. After finishing the small bowl of red bean porridge, he felt indescribably stuffy in his heart and greedy in his mouth. After that day, he also drank red bean porridge several times, but he always felt that the red bean porridge made by Grandma Chen could not be compared. That bowl tasted sweet, even though he had never tasted the red bean porridge cooked by Meiya.

"Yes, red bean porridge," Meiya rolled up her sleeves and said casually, "Yesterday, Grandma Chen said that there were too many red beans at home, and if you couldn't finish them, you would attract insects."

"That's it, let's eat red bean porridge," Chen Qingxuan said hurriedly, adding in a low voice, "Add more rock sugar into it."

"Huh?" Meiya's eyes suddenly widened in shock, and she looked at Chen Qingxuan like a monster, "Mr. Chen, haven't you always hated sweets? Why are you telling me to add more sugar now? ?"

"Just, I just want to eat suddenly," Chen Qingxuan felt his face suddenly get hot. It was the first time in his life that the twenty-three-year-old man was so embarrassed. He lowered his eyes to avoid Meiya's gaze, while pretending Tsukuru said easily, "I'll go back to my room and change some clothes first, and then I'll help you light the fire when I come back."

"No need, no need! I can do it myself." Meiya waved her hands in a hurry and went into the kitchen to work.

Chen Qingxuan watched Meiya enter the kitchen, then supported the wall and moved step by step towards the room. He slept curled up like this all night last night, and his legs were almost no longer his own. Instead of holding on to the wall just now, he had fallen early in the morning. He had recovered a lot by this time, but he still couldn't walk. Chen Qingxuan limped into the bedroom, listening to the sounds of pots and pans coming from outside. The sound of the ladle made him feel indescribable joy, while he limped out of the box to find a set of bamboo green silk gown that he usually couldn't bear to wear. Grandma Chen spent two dollars on this piece when he was admitted to the scholar examination. Yinzi made it for him, but he was always simple and never wanted to wear it. He kept it well in the box. But today, he suddenly remembered this long gown and put it on in a hurry, while saying He buttoned up his bronze mirror while looking away with some self-loathing.

Is this considered accommodating a confidant?