The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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"Yes! That's right!" Meiya Chick nodded like a peck, and frowned at Zhong Mingwei, "Uncle Zhong, do you really not want to try it?"

Uncle Zhong: "..."

Gu Changlin watched the two being so gigantic and noisy, and then shook his head and laughed. He did not stay here to disturb the young couple, and went straight to his own courtyard.

"Will you try again?" Looking at Gu Changlin's body disappearing behind the wall, Zhong Mingwei opened his mouth and looked down at Mei Bu from a condescending position, with a dark cloud covering his face.

"Uncle Zhong! Uncle Zhong! Uncle Zhong!" Meiya is not afraid of him, while squeezing her eyebrows and coquettishly talking to him, "Hurry up, Aunt Zhong really wants you to swing, you just let the clock Auntie did it as expected? "

"Poof!" Zhong Mingwei couldn't help laughing, and was sitting on the swing with Meiya in his arms. This was the first time he had ever sat on the swing. How about it, but when I sat up, I realized that I was afraid, although Meiya didn't push him hard at all, but he was sweating all over his face, and he was stammering while pulling the rope hard. , "I ... I'm not swaying, I want, I want to come down ..."

"Where is this?" Mei Ya was unclear, only he was embarrassed, and now he continued to push his back while flattering and said flatly, "You can't let Aunt Zhong open her eyes. Ah! Be good, sway for a while, but it's fun! Don't lie to you! "

Uncle Zhong gritted his teeth: "... Success."

"Then start! Let's go!"

As Mei Ya girl roared, her two white hands squeezed hard in Zhong Mingwei's back, and then ...

Uncle Zhong's face was white, not only his face was white, but his speech was unfavorable: "... stop and stop! I'm going!"

"Why do you want to come down again?" Meiya frowned, just about to coax Zhong Mingwei, suddenly widened her eyes, and then busy grabbing the rope and pulling back, letting the swing stop, swinging. As soon as he stopped, Meiya ran nervously in front of Zhong Mingwei and looked at Zhong Mingwei worriedly, "That ... are you afraid?"

Zhong Mingwei really did n’t want to care about Meiya at this time. Not only did she not care about her, she did n’t even want to look at it, it was too shameless. He was about to twist his face, but Meiya held his face, Wu His sly eyes looked at him so sternly, and when he spoke again, his voice was anxiously annoying: "I ... I don't know you are afraid of this, I thought you were embarrassed, I think swinging is special It ’s interesting, so I especially want you to come and try it, and you ’re always in the house on weekdays, so you must be so upset, so, so I thought about letting you swing, I ’m not good. Having said that I do n’t want to swing, I ’m not forcing you, you ... "

"Who said I didn't want to sway?" Zhong Mingwei cut off Mei Ya's words and wiped off the fine sweat beads on her forehead with a big hand. The man who was still embarrassed just now, at this time, his gentle eyes can be greasy. "I especially want to swing, and I want to swing with you."

"Then let's sway together," Meiya felt at ease, while sitting between Zhong Mingwei's legs, twisting her face to kiss Zhong Mingwei's cheek, while patting her chest and packing with Zhong Mingwei, "You can rest assured as long as you have I ’m here, and you ’re definitely not afraid. "

Zhong Mingwei's helpless and spoiled face: "...... Girl, for the sake of your old men's face, you can actually not say that second sentence."

"Hey," Mi Ya chuckled softly, and then her hands were caught on the rope. While pointing at the toes, she cried happily, "Fly!"

In fact, it ’s flying, but the swing is not very big. The two people sitting on it are too heavy, and Meiya also knows that Zhong Mingwei is timid, so she knows the size, while swinging, and turning her head from time to time. Zhong Mingwei and Zhong Mingwei were embarrassed by her: "I'm really okay, you don't need to worry so much."

"I'm not worried, it's interesting to just sway so slowly, hehe," Meiya smiled gently, leaning quietly in Zhong Mingwei's arms while the swing was slower and slower, but Meiya I feel more and more beautiful, "Zhong Mingwei, I really like swinging."

Zhong Mingwei was not happy anymore: "Just like swinging?"