Chapter 975

Crying enough, Meiya leans against zhongmingwei's arms, and she wipes her tears with zhongmingwei. She used to cry in front of men. She always felt ashamed. This time, she didn't feel this way. She sat for a while, and then looked up at the man: "Mingwei, where do I remember miss Duan's grave? Next time we go back to Ninggu tower, we will go to Tongliao for a while Come on, build a better grave. Although you can't build a monument, it's better than a wasteland grave. "

"OK, I remember that every year in the future, we will worship Qingming and Zhongyuan together," said Zhong Mingwei, bending down to kiss the lips of Meiya and Xiansi, "but you will not be sad about this, you know?"

"OK," Meiya nodded, and looked up at the man. "Can it be sad because of other things?"

"What else can I do?" Zhong Mingwei is confused.

"You've been sneaking around on my back to spend money at home, and you've got four hundred thousand Liang." Meiya grinned and cried again. "I've spent a thousand Liang on your back, and you've been worried for a long time. You've used four hundred thousand Liang at once, and you're not happy. Just in front of me, you've been winking at Pang Yi. Zhong Mingwei, what are you doing So bad! Not only bad! Still a loser! "

"Girl! I was wrong! Girl, I know it's wrong! I really know! Girl, you don't cry! " Zhong Mingwei hurriedly wipes Meiya's tears and brings tea to Meiya to drink. He is still loyal to Meiya. "I will not dare to do things on your back, not only for money, but also for talking with pangyi Kong and Wenmin. He is also in front of you to ensure that he doesn't say a word on your back!"

"Bah! Who likes to listen to you guys talking? " Meiya was amused by him, and at the same time she thought she was making trouble, so she had the idea of pleasing the man. She looked at the three bowls of dumplings on the table, and then shook the man's arm. "Are you still hungry? I'll bring the dumplings hot for you to continue to eat? "

"I'm a little hungry," the man said with a smile. He rubbed against the tip of Meiya's nose and said with a smile, "you don't need to carry it around. I'll eat it in the kitchen after you."

"No, it's very hot now. If you go into the kitchen, you'll be sweating all over again." Meiya is too busy to stop.

"It doesn't matter. I'll wash and sleep after eating dumplings anyway," said Zhong Mingwei. "Put Jasmine in the barrel when I'm bathing, and it will be fragrant when I come out."

"Hooligan!" Meiya gouged out his eyes, jumped down from the man's legs with a red face, and then walked towards the outside with arrogance, while calling out to the man, "little clock, don't you hurry to catch up?"

"Yes, I do!" Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he took the three plates of dumplings on the table to the tray and looked at the small bowl of garlic mud. He couldn't help licking his saliva and reached out to carry them. But before his hand touched the edge of the bowl, he heard their wife speak again.

"Don't eat mashed garlic," Meiya stood at the door and stared at him with her eyes. Her eyes were fierce, but she still brought a little coquettish, "or you won't kiss me tonight."

"Yes, I do as my wife tells me!" In front of the mashed garlic and his relatives, xiaozhongzi, of course, resolutely abandoned the mashed garlic, and then happily followed their wife to the front yard with a tray.

"Girl, do you want to sing a song?" On the white silver, the man pushed the girl around him with his arm. "I haven't heard you sing for a long time."

"In the middle of the night, what's good for singing?" Meiya just doesn't do it. Let's whiten his eyes.

"I just want to hear it in the middle of the night." the man is still begging, unconsciously lengthening the ending, with a bit of coquettish taste. "OK? People really seem to listen. "