The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 946: There are no women in the southern Xinjiang camp

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Hao Dongqing warned himself over and over again that he must abide by his duty as a guard, be honest and well-behaved, while he was murmuring, Meiya had already arrived at Fengyu Villa and was about to reach out. Grabbing the door knocker to call the door, she saw Hao Dongqing rushing in front of her. She had already trotted over, grabbed the door knocker, and then started knocking on the door. Meiya stood aside and waited, but after waiting for a while, no one came to open the door. Hao Dongqing put down the door knocker and turned to look at Meiya: "Princess, it seems that there is no one at home?"

"That's not right. Miss Gu has been resting at home these two days. Why isn't she at home? And the door is plugged in from the inside." Meiya frowned and said, Renhuitang arranged for Gu Qingtongyue There were two days off from bathing, so Meiya picked her up at home, so she came over as a guest.

"Maybe he fell asleep," Hao Dongqing said, while squinting at the Fengyu Villa in front of him, he added, "My subordinates see that this house is not small. I am afraid that if four or five people enter the courtyard, it will be inside." There are some people who cannot hear the knock on the door."

"Okay, let's go back first." Meiya said sadly, turning around and walking down the steps, she suddenly turned around and glared at Hao Dongqing.

"Princess, you...what are your orders?" Hao Dongqing shivered at her glare. The dignified seven-foot-tall man took a step back in embarrassment and almost fell off the steps. Fortunately, Hao Dongqing had quick eyes and quick hands. He was so busy that he supported the wall with one hand and finally stood firm. Then Hao Dongqing felt more and more embarrassed. He lowered his head and sniffed, like a puppy beaten by mud.

"Remember, you are not allowed to call me Princess outside in the future," Meiya glared at him, "Just call me Madam, you know?"

"I know," Hao Dongqing nodded hurriedly like a chicken pecking at rice, and asked cautiously, "What about at home? Are you called...Princess or Madam?"

"Madam!" Meiya was amused by his timid appearance and wanted to laugh, but she still held it back. She glared at Hao Dongqing with a sullen face and said coldly, "Inside the Southern Xinjiang Camp No woman, right? Looking at how tall your boss is, why do you act so cowardly when you see me? Is it possible that you have never seen a woman before?"

"Yes," Hao Dongqing whispered. He didn't know why Meiya insisted on asking this, but he still followed Meiya forward and answered in a low voice, "Our There is a cook in the team who is over forty years old. She has a big body and a round waist, and a voice louder than a blind bear. Her cooking skills are not very good, but she has a good temper."

"Are you afraid of her?" Meiya couldn't help it, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

"There is no brother in the southern Xinjiang camp who is not afraid of her." Hao Dongqing didn't feel ashamed. He looked at Meiya's puzzled face, and then quickly explained to Meiya, "She is very lenient. If anyone has leftovers, she will chase them and scold them. If anyone dares to criticize her cooking skills, she will chase them with an iron spoon and beat them! She is so tough."

"But no matter how tough she is, she can't compete with you guys, right?" Meiya was a little curious, "Since she is so fierce, why don't you see any resistance? Or just kick her out. What?"

"She is not fierce, she is also quite nice," Hao Dongqing scratched his head. After speaking, he paused, and when he spoke again, his voice became softer, "Everyone in our team She remembers every brother's birthday, and where each brother is from. She also remembers each brother's birthday every year, even though we forget about it, she can cook us a meal of hometown food. Although the taste is a bit bad, but My heart has been put to use," Hao Dongqing laughed even harder at this. The eighteen-year-old boy smiled like a golden sunflower, "I just can't eat it this year."