The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 975: No eating garlic paste

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After crying enough, Meiya leaned in Zhong Mingwei's arms, twitching and letting Zhong Mingwei wipe her tears. In the past, she always felt embarrassed when she cried in front of men. This time, it was rare that she didn't feel that way. , she sat for a while, then looked up at the man: "Mingwei, I remember where Miss Duan's grave is. Next time we go back to Ninggu Pagoda, we will go to Tongliao to build a better one. Even though a monument cannot be erected, it is still better than a deserted grave."

"Okay, I remember it. From now on, we will worship her together every Qingming Festival and Zhongyuan Festival," Zhong Mingwei said, while leaning down and kissing Mei Ya's lips, "I just don't allow you to do this again. This is a sad thing, you know?"

"Okay," Meiya nodded, raising her head and staring at the man, "Can I be sad because of other things?"

"What else is going on?" Zhong Mingwei was confused.

"You've been secretly spending money from the family behind my back, and you've only spent four hundred thousand taels on it," Meiya grinned, as if she was about to cry again, "I've spent a thousand taels behind your back, and I've been worried for a long time. You're good, you spent 400,000 taels in one go, and you didn't even blush. Just now in front of me, you kept winking at Pang Yi, "Zhong Mingwei, why are you so bad! Not only bad! You're also a waste of money!" ”

"Girl! I was wrong! Girl, I know I was wrong! I really know it! Girl, don't cry!" Zhong Mingwei hurriedly went to wipe Mei Ya's tears again, and was too busy bringing tea to her She drank while expressing her loyalty, "I won't dare to do anything behind your back anymore. Not just with money, but even when I talk to Pang Yi and Kong Wenmin, I will do it in front of you. I promise not to do anything behind your back." Just say a word to you!"

"Bah! Who wants to hear you old men talk about things?" Meiya was amused by him, but at the same time she felt that she was a bit unreasonable, so she had the intention of pleasing the man. She saw He looked at the three untouched bowls of dumplings on the table, then shook the man's arm, "Are you still hungry? I'll bring the dumplings hot for you to continue eating?"

"I'm really a little hungry," the man chuckled. He rubbed the tip of Mei Ya's round nose and said with a smile, "No need to carry it around, I'll follow you." Just eat it in the kitchen."

"Don't, it's very hot now. If you go into the kitchen, you'll be covered in stinky sweat again." Meiya stopped her in a hurry.

"It doesn't matter, after all I ate the dumplings and went to bed," Zhong Mingwei said, "put a handful of jasmine flowers in the barrel when you take a bath. It will smell delicious when you come out."

"Rogue!" Meiya glanced at him, blushed and jumped off the man's lap, then walked out arrogantly, calling the man around in a serious manner, "Little Zhongzi, why don't you hurry up?" Keep up?"

"Yes, I obey!" Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he put the three plates of dumplings on the table onto the tray. He looked at the small bowl of minced garlic and couldn't help but lick his saliva. He reached out to pick it up, but his hand failed. Before he even touched the edge of the bowl, he heard their wife speak again.

"You're not allowed to eat minced garlic," Meiya stood at the door, glaring at him with a fierce look that was a bit coquettish, "or you won't be allowed to kiss me tonight."

"Yes, I will obey the madam's order!" In front of the garlic paste and Qinqin, the little Zhongzi naturally abandoned the garlic paste decisively, and then followed his wife to the front yard happily carrying the tray. .

"Girl, would you like to sing a little song?" Under the moonlit sky, the man pushed the little girl next to him with his arm, "I haven't heard you sing a song for a long time."

"What's good to sing in the middle of the night?" Meiya refused and rolled her eyes at him.

"I just want to hear it in the middle of the night," the man still begged, unconsciously extending his voice with a hint of coquettishness, "Okay? I really seem to listen."