The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 1104: The seventh day of July

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"Brother Ling, what are you doing..." After Medical Officer Zhang retreated, Helanya turned to look at Zhong Zhiling in embarrassment. Before she could say a word, she was hugged by Zhong Zhiling. A man with a strong back and a strong waist, this He hugged her tightly and pressed his whole face against her belly. Helanya felt the gentle trembling from the man, and couldn't help but feel a little soreness in her nose. She gently stroked the back of the man's head. He whispered, "You are so old, why are you so hopeless?"

Zhong Zhiling didn't say anything, and just kept hugging Helanya so tightly. He was so excited and happy to be rejected by her. He knew that he was a good-for-nothing, but he just wanted to be so worthless. She was despised for her potential.

"I didn't lie to you, did I?" After a long while, Zhong Zhiling let go of Helanya. His eyes were red and he rubbed his eyes in embarrassment. He stroked Helanya's flat belly and said proudly, "It must have been planted on the wedding day."

Helanya was startled, and then she remembered what Zhong Zhiling said to her on the wedding day, and her face turned red. She was so embarrassed that she was afraid to open the man's big hand, and said shyly: "Why have you always been so embarrassed before? Didn’t you realize that you are not only a good-for-nothing, but also a shameless one?"

"You just like my worthlessness and shamelessness, hehe," Zhong Zhiling smiled proudly and contentedly. He reached out and carefully took Helanya into his arms, and gently covered her flat belly with his big hands. while continuing to laugh like a silly boy, "Yaya, I'm going to be a father, hey, hey, I'm going to be a father..."

"Look at how good you are, what's there to show off? I'm going to be a mother too, aren't you?" Helanya couldn't stand his appearance, so she held his hand and touched her belly with him. , while saying softly, "Brother Ling, when the baby is born, let's take the baby to Jiangnan and live a life of peace and tranquility, okay?"

"Okay, I'll do whatever you want." Zhong Zhiling said softly, leaning over and kissing the girl's sweaty forehead.

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The seventh day of July in the thirty-fourth year of Jiasheng.

Zhili Governor’s Yamen.

Backyard.

This day is Zhong Mingwei’s birthday. Like every year, Meiya got up early and made birthday noodles with her own hands. The difference from before was that this year it was not in her own home. Meiya was guided by her maid. After going to the kitchen to make noodles, it was not her own kitchen after all. Meiya was not used to using it, so she couldn't help but miss Nanshan Villa, and then she thought of Grandma Chen. She couldn't help but feel a sore nose, she was so busy. He wiped his eyes with his sleeves and continued to roll out the noodles.

A lot of things happened these days, so much that she had no time to think about Grandma Chen. She also forced herself not to think about it. She was particularly afraid of facing Grandma Chen's sudden death, but she looked at Gu Qingtong and looked at Chen Qingxuan, how can you not think about Grandma Chen? But, what can she do for Grandma Chen? She couldn't even go back to attend the funeral for Grandma Chen.

Actually, it’s not impossible to go back. The day before yesterday, when Pang Yi, Gu Qingtong, and Qin Chong were rushing back to Ninggu Pagoda overnight, she and Zhong Mingwei sent people outside the gate. She watched the carriage disappear little by little into the darkness. In the night, my heart was sour and heavy, and I felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Girl, if you want to go back, then let's go back together." As if he could see Meiya's thoughts, Zhong Mingwei reached out and held her hand, and said in a deep voice, "I know you don't trust me. That’s why I didn’t go back with Pang Yi and the others, but girl, I promise you, I will take good care of myself and will never let myself be harmed in the slightest. Don’t worry about me, okay?”