The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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"Mr. Chen ..." A Chou suddenly put down his chopsticks and looked a little embarrassedly at Chen Qingxuan, hesitantly said, "I heard that the lady of the Zhifu family seems to be interested in you, I don't know what you think, a few days ago Chen grandmother……"

"There is no such thing," Chen Qingxuan cut off Ah Chou's words abruptly. He took the veil and wiped his mouth a little anxiously, and said to A Chou, "Don't listen to that screwdriver.

"Oh." A Chou nodded uncomfortably, thinking in his mind, in Chen Qingxuan's eyes, is he a broken mouth, or a master who is chewing the tongue, but this is not what she wants to ask ...

"Grandma asked me to explore my tone?" Suddenly, Chen Qingxuan asked suddenly.

"No, it's not that," Ah Chou waved his hands busy, and while meeting Chen Qingxuan's straight gaze, she deflated again, and whispered, "Grandma Chen is not trying to force you, she is afraid you are too stubborn. , Annoyed Master Zhifu, will delay your future, Grandma Chen did not say on the pacifier, but I was worried. "

"I know." Chen Qingxuan said in a deep voice.

"Oh, then ... then it's okay," Ah Chou was uncomfortable, getting up and taking a big food box out of the kitchen, wrapped in a small cotton mattress, A Chou put the food box On the table, he said to Chen Qingxuan, "Mr. Chen, please send it to you."

"Got it," Chen Qingxuan looked at the huge food box and nodded. These two days were when A Chou cooked meals. He brought it up to Zhong Mingwei, but yesterday he carried two food boxes up, just enough Zhong Mingwei was a day late, but today there is only one. Chen Qingxuan was a little puzzled, "How come there is a food box today?"

"So I have to trouble you to run again at noon," Ah Chou was a little embarrassed, and felt that he was too much to measure, "I want to make him a bowl of noodle soup, he had better take that bite, it's better It ’s not the day, but the gnocchi soup ca n’t be left for a long time, you have to eat ready-made, so you have to trouble Mr. Chen again. "

Chen Qingxuan stood so much higher than Ah Chou. A Chou had to raise his head to speak to him, so A Chou could not hide the shame and uncomfortableness, he could see clearly, somehow, he Feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart, he silently looked away and looked at the pile of dishes and bowls on the table.

"Okay?" Ah Chou was anxious when he didn't see Chen Qingxuan reply for a long time. "Otherwise, I'll send it up, and you can get it at the door. You don't need to go down the mountain ..."

"No, I'll just come over and get it. You haven't gotten typhoid fever, but you can't run out," Chen Qingxuan hurriedly walked out while carrying the food box, and he never forgot to tell Ah Chou, "I have all the herbs Well, it ’s all done by frying yourself for an hour. You must drink medicine, remember? "

"Yes, I remember," Ah Chou said quickly. She was now hoping that she would get better soon, so she didn't dare to drink the soup at all. She followed Chen Qingxuan and sent Chen Qingxuan out, but she He was too busy to stand still, watching Chen Qingxuan go out with a cloak, she was hesitant, but she still opened the mouth, "Mr. Chen, can you please take a few books to show him? He likes to read books of."

Chen Qingxuan paused and turned back into the room. While putting down the food box in his hand, he asked Ah Chou: "What kind of books do he like to read?"

"I don't know," A Chou accused, she really didn't know, and she didn't recognize a few words. Ping Su was afraid that Zhong Mingwei would despise her, so she never talked to Zhong Mingwei about it, and A Chou hesitated for a while, While looking up at Chen Qingxuan again, he was a little embarrassed. "Mr. Chen, you can choose a few at random, you have the knowledge, and the books you choose must be good books."

"That's it." Chen Qingxuan nodded with a smile, while entering the library to select books.

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When Chen Qingxuan entered the door, Zhong Mingwei had already got up, he had washed himself, his knees were still red and swollen, but the injury on his foot was much better today, and Zhong Mingwei was also in a much better mood, just looking at the heavy snow outside , But his brows were always tight.

While shaking the snow on the cloak, Chen Qingxuan entered the bedroom, put the food box on the small table, and went to unpack the tightly wrapped cotton mattress, and asked Zhong Mingwei: "Sir, you What happened to the leg injury today? "