The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 588: Don’t do this

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"Shut up!" Meiya was almost depressed to death. Wasn't it said that this man was the most immovable and taciturn? Then who is this chirping person in front of her who is not embarrassed? Meiya covered Zhong Mingwei's still chattering mouth and glared at him, "If you say you don't dare anymore, I will spare you."

"What are you afraid of?" Zhong Mingwei was almost aggrieved. "Are you afraid to teach your wife new words? Or are you afraid to charge her tuition fees?"

Meiya said sincerely: "..."

Okay, I still deserve a beating!

"You'll know." Meiya smiled slightly and rolled up her sleeves directly on her arms this time.

Zhong Mingwei: "..."

……

Front yard.

The screams were endless. Pang Yi and Gu Changlin were eating and discussing the battle situation in the backyard with great interest.

"Sir, you listen to the voice of the grandfather, alas, you can see how ruthless his wife's start is." Pang Yi sighed and ate a chopstick pot.

"No, that girl has very strong hands." Gu Changlin also nodded, pointing to the bucket beside the well mouth, and said to Pang Yi, "She is carrying a full bucket of water like a normal person. His face is not red and he is out of breath, but I can’t compare to the old man.”

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, then next time I go out on the street, I have to find some Dali Pills for me," Pang Yi shook his head and said with sympathy on his face, while he couldn't help but laugh, "But , maybe I like my wife to touch him, hehe."

"Boy, if I were you, I wouldn't add insult to injury like you did." Gu Changlin looked at Pang Yi with sympathy for a fool, and looked at his stunned expression, which seemed to be confirmed. , Gu Changlin sighed and shook his head, while drinking all the wine in the glass.

"Sir, what do you mean?" Pang Yi scratched his head in confusion.

"Think about it, Ming Wei suffered such a big loss in front of the girl today, and received such a beating, who is he going to make up for it from?" Gu Changlin looked at Pang Yi's instantly petrified face, He shook his head again, and then said sympathetically, "You have served Ming Wei for the longest time, so naturally you know Ming Wei's character best. He has never been a man who can support a boat..."

"Sir, I have something else to do, so I won't accompany you to dinner." Before Gu Changlin could finish speaking, Pang Yi had already put down his chopsticks and ran out of the courtyard without looking back. "What if?" If you come to me, just tell me I won’t come back today!”

"This silly boy." Gu Changlin shook his head with a smile, poured himself another glass of pear blossom white, and drank it with gusto.

……

June 15th, the 33rd year of Jiasheng

Ninggu Pagoda.

Prefect’s Yamen.

After six days of driving, Kong Wenmin and Kong Wenjie finally escorted the injured Fang Chengyin back to Ning Guta. The carriage entered the courtyard. Before Kong Wenmin had time to drink hot tea, he was given a hand by Fang Zuotang. Kong Wenjie was called, and he wanted to follow, but before he could take a step forward, Fang Chengyin secretly grabbed his sleeve at the opportunity, and Kong Wenjie had to stand still in front of the carriage.

"What are you doing?" After Kong Wenmin left the small courtyard, Kong Wenjie frowned and looked at the white and tender hand pulling his sleeve, feeling unspeakable irritation and torment in his heart, "Yeah Not afraid of people seeing it."

"So what if I saw it?" Fang Chengyin looked indifferent, "Does it mean that I, the eldest lady, want to rob civilian men?"

Kong Wenjie couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat when he heard what she said. He silently looked sideways at the delicate face, and then suddenly lowered his eyes: "Don't be like this."

"What happened to me?" Fang Chengyin looked at his awkward look and wanted to laugh for no reason, "It makes me look like a shameless scoundrel."

"I...I'll help you down," Kong Wenjie was really confused and stopped thinking about it at the moment. He reached out to help Fang Chengyin get out of the car carefully, and looked at Fang Chengyin frowning slightly. Kong Wenjie felt severe pain in his heart, and asked in a low voice, "What? Does the wound still hurt?"

"What do you think?" Fang Chengyin glared at him and gasped in pain, "Ouch!"

Kong Wenjie was a little anxious: "Then go back to your room and rest. I will change your dressing later."

Fang Chengyin's face turned red and she whispered: "Bah! We're all back now, who will use you to change the dressing?"