The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 111: New chair

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"You...don't say that, I'm just joking with you." Now it was A Chou's turn to feel uncomfortable. She scratched her hair and turned to Zhong Mingwei, "I know you are so Sitting there must be really boring, so why don’t I go in and get a book for you to read?”

The corner of Zhong Mingwei's mouth twitched: "...don't look."

"Don't read it?" A Chou was a little surprised, but also slightly disappointed, "Is it because the book I bought is not good-looking?"

"Cough cough cough!" Zhong Mingwei simply didn't know what to say, but why did he come around to this topic again? He coughed a few times, and then mumbled to A Chou, "No, you bought it. The books are all quite beautiful."

"Oh, what do you want to read now?" A Chou stood up in a hurry, and while wiping his hands, he asked Zhong Mingwei, "Which book do you want to read today? "Hu Chun Ye Shi" or "The Romance of Dragonfly" ? I’ll get it for you right now.”

"I...I watched it tonight, but I don't want to watch it now." Zhong Mingwei felt that this girl was trying to force herself into a shameless and shameless slut.

"Huh? Why do you always read at night? What's wrong with this?" A Chou felt very baffled. After all, he still didn't go to get the book and sat down again. While continuing to wash clothes, he casually talked to Zhong Mingwei. He said, "You can read to me one day. I like to hear people read the most. I heard that Mr. Shu read in the Yanxi Palace before. It sounded very good. I haven't heard it in nearly two years."

The corner of Zhong Mingwei's mouth twitched even more fiercely, and he gritted his teeth for a long time before finally making a sound: "...Okay, I will read it to you later."

……

Uncle Chen and the others have been busy at home for a day, and the kang has been built. Because there was no kang in Zhong Mingwei’s house and there is no need to dismantle it, so it is a little lighter than the work at Chen Qingxuan’s house. Ah Chou Qian’en Thanks a lot, he paid five coins and sent Uncle Chen out of the house. Just when A Chou was about to open the door, he was stopped by Uncle Chen again.

"What's wrong, Uncle Chen?" A Chou was so busy that he walked out of the door again.

"Oh, nothing else. When I went up the mountain in the morning, Grandma Chen asked me to bring you a message, saying that when it is convenient for you, you can go down the mountain to find her so that I can make a knot for you. "The wages for embroidery work," Uncle Chen said with a smile, "Look at such an important thing, I almost forgot about it."

"Thank you so much, Uncle Chen!" A Chou immediately beamed.

"It's okay, it's okay! Come in." Uncle Chen waved, then turned and left.

A Chou jumped into the room and saw Zhong Mingwei looking at a chair in trance.

"This is..." A Chou looked at the chair and was startled. His face immediately turned red and he couldn't say anything else.

This is a newly made chair. Uncle Chen made it according to Zhong Mingwei's description. However, this chair is different from ordinary chairs. There is a big round hole dug in the middle. When the apprentice made a clay kang in the afternoon, Uncle Chen made it. Having made such a chair, A Chou could naturally guess it without Zhong Mingwei explaining its purpose.

"From now on, just help me out of bed." Zhong Mingwei suppressed his discomfort and tried to keep his tone calm. It was just a few words, but when Zhong Mingwei said this, it was really useless. A lot of effort.

"Okay, I'll help you," A Chou nodded, trying hard to suppress the shyness in her heart. She went from the outer hall to the scissors, sat on the edge of the bed, and stretched out her hand to put Zhong Mingwei's feet on it. On his lap, "Whenever you want to...just call me, I'll be there when you call."

Zhong Mingwei watched A Chou take off his socks and was so busy that he stopped him: "Wait until you wash your feet before cutting them off, they smell bad."

"It doesn't stink," Ah Chou blocked his hand and immediately took off Zhong Mingwei's socks. She didn't feel that Zhong Mingwei's feet smelled bad. Even if they smelled, she really didn't dislike it. She bent slightly Waist, carefully cut Zhong Mingwei's toenails, while frowning and saying, "I don't like cutting your toenails the most. They are too hard and grow into the flesh. I am afraid of cutting your flesh."