The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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The deerskin shoes, with a layer of cashmere directly inside, should be warm enough, and the skates were polished by him. He actually made them a few days ago, but he has n’t been worried. Yes, I was afraid of falling over his little girl. I originally wanted to wait for Gu Changlin to come back and let him give him long eyes. But at this time, watching Meiya unhappy, he kind of wanted to make her happy. So taking advantage of Meiya ’s effort, he started to toss and finish the pair of skates. Then he checked and checked. He felt that there was a shadow on his head, and he raised it silently. Overhead ...

"You ... didn't you fall asleep?" Zhong Mingwei was embarrassed and looked up at Meiya with nowhere to hide his skates.

"Wake up," Meiya whispered.

In fact, Meiya has never slept at all and is used to sleeping on the arm of a man. He usually complains about the sore neck, but this can't help him. He can't sleep anymore. Meiya stared at Kang for a long time. Still sitting up, originally thinking about dragging the man back to sleep with her, and then accidentally discovered the man's little secret.

"This is ... skates in your hand?" Mei Ya pointed at Zhong Mingwei's skates a little curiously. "Is ... prepared for me?"

"So what else?" Zhong Mingwei touched his nose, trying to cover up the embarrassment, while standing up and handing the skates to Meiya, "You try to fit it properly."

"Oh." Mi Ya sat down on the stool, took off the cotton shoes obediently, and then put on the skates. When he was about to bend down to tie the straps, he watched the man squat down again, grabbing from behind the shoe upper Hold the goose-yellow ribbon, wrap it around the front and tie it up, and then reach out and squeeze the front of the shoe to see if it is the right size.

Zhong Mingwei squatted on the ground like this, squeezing here and there without touching the sound, and Meiya didn't speak. He lowered his head and watched the man squatting in front of him, until Zhong Mingwei raised his head, the peachy eyes Looking at her without blinking: "Do you fit?"

"Fit, just like you." Meiya hooked her lips.

"What did you say?" Zhong Mingwei didn't understand much, and it was a bit dazed.

"When making dumplings that day, Grandma Chen said that the couple's life is like wearing shoes, they don't fit, only you know," Meiya said softly, and her white fingers were gently placed on Zhong Mingwei's eyebrows. , Down the eyebrow, and finally put it on the man's lips, "Zhong Mingwei, why are you so fit?"

"Really?" Zhong Mingwei smiled and smiled as soon as he got up. The big peach blossom eyes reflected the fiery red window grilles on the windows. They looked very good. He was a little arrogant again, turning his brows slightly to look at Meiya, "Don't there be no time to get your feet?"

"Of course." Mi Ya suddenly fell into the face, no joke at all.

"When?" Zhong Mingwei was tense suddenly, and he was so busy that he carefully grasped Meiya's hand and asked carefully, "What time will you tell me?"

"Can you change it?" Mi Ya muttered and asked a little impatiently.

"Of course, of course!" Zhong Mingwei nodded his head like pounding garlic, "I promise I will never let my girl's feet go again!"

"Poof!" Meiya couldn't help but smiled, covering her mouth, and then whispered to Zhong Mingwei's ear, "Then don't read the book with flowers and bottles in the start."

"That's it ..." Zhong Mingwei got up again and arrogantly when he reached out, stroking his hair while stroking his hair, and then squinted at Meiya. "Actually, I think that occasionally the feet are fine."

"Shut up for me!" Mei Ya clearly wanted to glare at him, but glared and smiled again, and then kissed the man's face, "Zhong Mingwei, why are you so good?"