"You're afraid I'll tell her?" He Chengzhi suddenly raised his eyebrows and laughed, sneering at Zhong Mingwei. "I'm afraid that she will know that there is still such a grudge between you, and then she will break the love for you?"

"She can't," said Zhong Mingwei slowly, "she is the one who knows me the most. Naturally, she knows what the cause of that resentment is. She will never leave me even though she is suffering."

"So why do you keep it from her?" He Chengzhi laughed even more sarcastically. "His mouth is hard, but I'm afraid that I'm afraid that I'll be too flustered to look like it."

"I hide it from her because she has suffered too much in these years. From now on, I don't want her to experience any more hardships and sufferings," said Zhong Mingwei slowly. "Now, with my child in her arms, she has worked hard all day to get a name for her child and what soup she should drink to nourish her child better. Such a peaceful day is what she has been longing for I will not allow anyone to break this tranquility. "

"What if I had to tell her?" He Chengzhi said in a deep voice.

"I am doomed to owe you a debt in my life," said Zhong Mingwei slowly. He looked up and down at he Chengzhi and then continued, "so I don't mind if I owe you another debt."

He Chengzhi was stunned and then smiled: "then why do you let me know? If you don't, I will be kept in the dark all my life. Why do you have to tell me this? "

Yes, why do you have to tell him these?

Zhong Mingwei also wavered in his heart, and wanted to bring the secret into the coffin, but he still couldn't help telling he Chengzhi.

Maybe he Chengzhi has something he wants to know.

"I want to know the girl's birthday," said Zhong Mingwei suddenly after a pause. "The birthdays on the record are all invisible to blisters."

He Chengzhi is surprised: "because of this?"

"I've never given her a birthday. She said she doesn't mind. As long as I treat her attentively, but I do," Zhong Mingwei said, holding his lips and smiling, but somehow, the smile was bitter. "If I could make her a bowl of noodles every year on her birthday, it would be great, even if Even if she never knew it was actually longevity. "

He Chengzhi looked at Zhong Mingwei's dry smile and said in a deep voice for a while: "the 10th day of September, the 16th year of Jiasheng."

"Thank you very much," said Zhong Mingwei. He gave him a heavy kowtow. When he looked up again, his face looked much better. "Chengzhi, you can ask me anything

He Chengzhi looked at him and sighed for a long time: "in the long life noodles, I'll add an extra poached egg for her every year. When she was a child, she liked poached eggs best."

"Yes, I remember." Zhong Mingwei was stunned, and then he smiled. He reached out and patted he Chengzhi on the shoulder. Then he sat down with his hand.

"When do you know What is her background? " He Chengzhi frowned and asked.

"If I had not called you into the palace that day, I would never have known it in my life," sighed Zhong Mingwei. "I wanted to check her life experience, but she told me again and again not to let people know that she was a guilty minister, so as not to stir up trouble again. Later, I relied on her, and I did not look down again. After I knew that she was a guilty minister, I still had this with me A layer of origin. "

He Chengzhi looked at Zhong Mingwei's self mocking smile. His heart was complicated. He took a sip of tea and asked, "if you knew her identity in the morning, you Will you marry her again? "

"I don't know." After a long silence, Zhong Mingwei shook his head.

He told the truth. He really didn't know. When he learned that Meiya was the one who saved him from the fire and destroyed his appearance, he would regret and feel guilty to the extreme. If he knew Meiya's real identity in the morning, would he marry Meiya? Zhong Mingwei didn't think about it and couldn't answer it at all.

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