The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 539: The sound is heard

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May 16, the 33rd year of Jiasheng

Ninggu Pagoda.

Nanshan Villa.

Zhong Mingwei and Meiya were both lying in bed. It was their first time to spend the night in their new house. They were both a little excited. They slept a little late last night. It was already three o'clock in the morning when they opened their eyes. Meiya was penetrated by the window. The sunlight that came in was so dazzling that I couldn't even open my eyes. She subconsciously burrowed into Zhong Mingwei's arms. Meiya suddenly sat up as she did so, then opened the window and looked outside. She was stunned for a moment.

"Zhong Mingwei! Get up! Look what time it has been!" Meiya was busy pushing Zhong Mingwei, and hurriedly put on her coat. Unexpectedly, before she had time to button it, Zhong Mingwei grabbed her again and again. Pulled into her arms, Meiya frowned and said, "What are you doing? It's already past noon without even looking at it!"

"Then what are you afraid of?" Zhong Mingwei rubbed his head in the crook of Meiya's neck and said drowsily, "Anyway, you are at your own home, so you can sleep as long as you want."

Meiya's hand paused, and she stopped struggling immediately. She put her arms around Zhong Mingwei, gently smoothed his hair, and said softly: "Of course you can do whatever you want at home. But didn’t we agree to go to Grandma Chen’s house today? Isn’t it bad to go too late?”

Because the wedding date has been set, Zhong Mingwei and Meiya discussed yesterday and planned to send invitations to Grandma Chen and Chen Qingxuan in person. They didn't plan to make a fuss about it, but they still had to invite the people who should be invited. Inviting, for example, Grandma Chen and Chen Qingxuan, Meiya naturally has no objection.

"Oh, I almost forgot about this," Zhong Mingwei was startled, then nodded hurriedly and sat up, "It's not too late to go."

"I didn't hear the sound of Pang Yi practicing this morning, nor the sound of Mr. Gu pounding medicine. I'm really not used to it," Meiya sighed as she put on her clothes and took it from the window sill. A wooden comb was handed to Zhong Mingwei, "Come comb my hair."

"That's it. The most annoying thing is that they make trouble every morning, and my head hurts from the noise," Zhong Mingwei pursed his lips and smiled, while combing Mei Ya's hair, he said softly, "I like it every day In addition to the chirping of insects and birds in the morning, I can only hear your voice, whether it is breathing, laughter, or your voice of lecturing me, it is really loud and clear."

"What's so good about that?" Meiya was very embarrassed. She sniffed and asked the man again, "Huh? When did I scold you so early in the morning? Don't accuse me wrongly. I feel like a tigress."

"Think about it carefully, did I wrong you?" Zhong Mingwei smiled softly, put down the comb, and began to braid Meiya's hair. Meiya always liked such simple twist braids, and Zhong Mingwei also liked it, but Now that he has done more braiding, Zhong Mingwei can do more tricks. He can not only braid three-strand braids, but also four-strand and five-strand braids, and the braids are all very beautiful. This can be regarded as a self-taught one.

Meiya tilted her head and thought for a long time but couldn't remember. She shook her head at Zhong Mingwei and said, "I can't remember."

"You can't even remember what happened right before your eyes. It's true." Zhong Mingwei took a hairband and tied it in his braids. He said with a smile, "On that day, in Jixian Bookstore, you were crying and making trouble. Yes, it scared me."

Meiya was startled, and then she remembered what happened that day. For a moment, she didn’t know what to say. After all, it only took seven or eight days for her and Zhong Mingwei to get back together. Now that I think about it, it feels like it happened a lifetime ago. Meiya only feels a little dazed.

After tying up Mei Ya’s pigtails, Zhong Mingwei reached out and held Mei Ya’s shoulders, turning her around to face him. While holding Mei Ya’s hand, Zhong Mingwei said softly: “What’s wrong? Is the little girl holding back her desire to scold me again?"

"No," Meiya shook her head gently and looked at Zhong Mingwei with dark eyes, "I was wondering how you survived those days alone."

Zhong Mingwei was startled, and then he held Meiya's hand tighter. He didn't know what to say. Should he pretend to be relaxed and tell Meiya that it was nothing, or should he analyze the pain one by one to Meiya? No matter what it was, he really didn't want to do it.