The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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"Here he is looking up," Zhong Mingwei reached out to hold Ahou's face. When Dahou touched Ahou's face, Zhong Mingwei was startled. The face was actually wet, and Zhong Mingwei panicked, "Girl, you What's wrong? What are you crying for? "

Ah Chou didn't speak, shook his head vigorously, and then buried in his big hands and cried with a whine.

"Girl, don't cry," Zhong Mingwei couldn't bear to see A Ugly cry, but the girl's tears didn't know how to cry so much, cry when she was happy, cry when she was sad, cry when she was wronged, he really never I have never seen such a crying girl, and Zhong Mingwei has no way to deal with her. She is really afraid of falling in her hands and afraid of falling in her mouth. "Girl, dizzy for a while, don't cry, don't cry. "

After crying again for a while, he gradually stopped. A ugly smoked, and Zhong Mingwei was busy with a bowl of tea and fed it to her. A ugly shook his head and refused to drink. Zhong Mingwei was finally black. Face: "Hurry up, if you dare to stubborn, carefully I will hit you!"

A Chou stared at him with his red eyes, and he still drank half a bowl of water obediently, which finally stopped smoking.

"Why cry?" Zhong Mingwei asked A Chou to sit across from him, and asked A Chou seriously, like a stern gentleman scolding Tong Er, "If you dare not tell the truth, I'll fight! It's a real hands-on fight! Scare you! "

"I, I think I'm too bad," Ah Chou drew his head, staring at his toes, paused, and whispered again, "Not only bad, but also selfish."

Where is this going again?

Zhong Mingwei frowned, reaching out and rubbing Ah Chou ’s little head melon: "And talk about where you are broken? And where are you selfish? If you do n’t know clearly, I still can't make a mistake."

"I ... I just don't want to let others know that your body is good, even if it's the queen mother ... it won't work," After a while, Ah Chou spoke again, she lowered her head lower, and the braided braids slid down, Drooping aside, her voice was smaller, "I know that the Queen Mother must be particularly worried about you, but I still don't want her to know, I just want them to think that you are still half-dead, and make them think you have been in your life Not good ... "

"Why?" Zhong Mingwei's voice eased a lot. He looked at the oily braid braid, how to see how he liked it, and habitually reached out to hold the braid's tail and rubbed it gently.

"I'm afraid she'll come and rob you with you ...... Hiss!" At this point, A Chou was a little excited, and suddenly looked up at Zhong Mingwei, the action was so sudden that Zhong Mingwei was too late to react, and he was holding her braid. Shao, and then Ah Chou screamed with his head covered, "Ah! It hurts so much!"

Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he dropped his hand and crawled over to check: "What's wrong? Has it hurt?"

"Who makes you okay, always grab people's braids?" A Chou covered his head, grinning grievously, "You said you, a 30-year-old grandfather, just grab everything if you're fine Do you have a braid like this? "

"Yes, I was wrong, I was wrong, come, I will rub it for you," Zhong Mingwei was embarrassed and distressed, and stretched out his hand, holding the ugly girl, and letting the angry girl lie on her thigh, and then He gently untied the braided braid, gently rubbing the scalp for the little girl, and asked softly, "Does it hurt here? Does it hurt badly?"

"Well, it hurts everywhere, you rub it all over me." A Chou lying on Zhong Mingwei's lap, felt less grieved, but her heart was still empty, Zhong Mingwei treated her so well, but how could she So bad?

"Girl, her hair is long, and it's almost at the waist," Zhong Mingwei rubbed A Chou's scalp with one hand while gently stroking A Chou's soft and smooth hair. "Wait longer, I'll learn to give you Disk hair."

"Zhong Mingwei, you ... don't treat me so well," A Chou's eyes were wet again, "I'm not worth it to you, I'm really bad, not at all ..."

"Isn't it good to say that we don't want to give up to two or two?" Zhong Mingwei said softly.

"That's half a catty of scrap iron against eighty-two gold," A Chou mumbled, whispering, "I'm scrap iron, you are gold."