The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 418: Remember your current mood

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"Don't take off my clothes next time..." Meiya muttered softly in the dark quilt, while buttoning the buttons. If she hadn't resisted to the end just now, Zhong Mingwei would have taken off the middle coat, and the bellyband inside Afraid that she couldn't save it, the more Meiya thought about it, the angrier she became. She raised her foot to kick Zhong Mingwei's calf, "You are really going too far!"

"What's too much? How can other couples not be like this?" Zhong Mingwei still felt aggrieved. While lifting the quilt, he pulled Mei Ya to rest on his arm and continued to complain, "Seeing this... We are getting married, and you are so unreasonable if you refuse to allow this or that..."

"Can it be the same?" Meiya glared at him with a red face, looking at his pitiful virtues, feeling a little unbearable, and murmured in a low voice, "It's not that it's not allowed forever, and it won't be allowed until after we get married. You...you can do whatever you want."

"But I just want to..." Zhong Mingwei looked at Meiya without blinking. Meiya's shy look was so sultry. Just looking at it, he felt his blood rising, obviously Just now he was acting like a fool, but now he couldn't control it anymore. Only today did he know that there really are fairies in this world.

"You go away!" Meiya pushed Zhong Mingwei to the wall with her hands and feet, then quickly climbed up and got off the kang decisively. She didn't understand herself now. Why did she like this in the first place? A shameless scoundrel?

"Don't go out, it's cold outside!" Zhong Mingwei was afraid that Meiya would hide out again, so he was busy trying to stop her, "I won't do anything, just stay in the house and don't always guard against your man. Is it like guarding against thieves?"

"Isn't it your fault?" Meiya hummed, took the sewing basket from the bed, put it on the bed, and said condescendingly to Zhong Mingwei, "You are not allowed to do nothing, you have to take care of it for me. Silk thread."

"Yes, yes, yes, it's all up to Madam," Zhong Mingwei nodded hurriedly, skillfully taking out the silk thread from the sewing basket and starting to sort it out, while still talking, "Hurry up and embroider. Hurry up and finish the embroidery. Once you finish the embroidery, I can get a wife!"

"Bah! Shameless!" Meiya spat at him, but she couldn't help but curled her lips and smiled. In fact, she was also in a hurry. Finish the embroidery quickly. Finish the embroidery quickly. I finished the embroidery. You can get married.

"Zhong Mingwei, you..." Meiya sat cross-legged on the kang, while doing embroidery work, while looking at Zhong Mingwei, and finally put down the needle and thread in her hand, "When you got married, you were dressed very well. Was the dress...made by the Crown Princess? And...the wedding clothes you wore the next few times were made by the concubine for you?"

"No, it was made by the needlework bureau. I don't have to dress up when the concubine comes to the house, so I only wore it once when I was getting married." Zhong Mingwei was startled, and he also put down the silk thread in his hand and looked at it awkwardly. Meiya, "Why do you suddenly ask me this question?"

"Just a casual question," Mei Ya was so busy that she lowered her head and picked up the embroidery needle again, but she couldn't help but her eyes turned into crescents again, and the embroidery needle was flexibly embroidering in her hand. Then a bright yellow word "囍" gradually began to look more formal. The more she looked at it, the more satisfied she became. While sending it to Zhong Mingwei, she asked a little arrogantly, "Is it better than the craftsmanship of the needlework bureau?" ?"

"Of course the girl is good at craftsmanship." Zhong Mingwei looked at the delicate "囍" character and said softly.

What Zhong Mingwei said is not a lie. Meiya's craftsmanship is really good. It was just as good as before. This year, she has been doing embroidery work all the time, and her craftsmanship has become even better.

"Aren't you very happy when I make you a wedding dress?" Meiya asked again.

"Yeah, I'm so happy," Zhong Mingwei said. He reached out and hooked the back of Meiya's head, leaned over and kissed Meiya's lips, and said, "There's nothing happier than this. ”

"Then you have to remember your current mood well," Meiya said coyly and a little joyfully, "No matter how many wedding dresses you have worn in the past, or how many times you have been a groom, it doesn't matter. You have to know that this is the last time you will be a groom in your life. The wedding dress you wear this time was made for you by me stitch by stitch. Naturally, it cannot be compared with what the needlework bureau made. There is no gold thread or beautiful jade. Maybe it is It is the most ordinary wedding dress in the world, but Zhong Mingwei, every stitch carries my heart, my warmth, and the common expectations of both of us." At this point, Mei Ya's voice slowed down, she put down the needle and thread in her hand, then turned around, held Zhong Mingwei's face, pressed her forehead against Zhong Mingwei's, and said softly, "Zhong Mingwei, you must remember, no matter when the time comes, , no matter how old we are, we should remember our current mood, do you agree?"