The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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Gu Changlin's eyes were sore and sore, and the person who hadn't shed tears in most of his life, facing this picture of Zhong Mingwei, got wet.

"Ming Wei, I'm incompetent, I'm sorry for you ..." Gu Changlin said dumbly, "Yun Wen doesn't care about anything in his life, but he just can't let go of your younger person, he is such a strong person, he has never been to anyone in his life. Looking down, but begging me to look after your body, I actually ... would have failed him, Ming Wei, I am ashamed ... "

"Sir, I don't blame you, I really don't blame you," Zhong Mingwei choked, knowing that Meiya was outside. He tried not to let himself cry, "I'm bad, if, if I knew I was like this, Body, I ... I'm dead early in the morning, how can I provoke this girl? They blame me ... "

Yeah, blame him.

It is obviously a paralyzed man who is half dead and can only drag on. He is 16 years older than Meiya, and his identity is destined to have unknown life and death in the future, but he has such a shameless love for others and treats others well. He dragged the water down. As usual, he never dared to examine himself. He always comforted himself with two emotions, or whatever he loved, but now?

Facing the beautiful buds humming Xiaoquer outside the window, he really can no longer deceive himself.

"Ming Wei, you ... don't be too sad," Gu Changlin finally squeezed out. "Maybe the fortune teller I'm looking for is inaccurate? Maybe the fortune teller is a nonsense? Don't worry I have n’t been to the thatched cottage, and I ’ll continue to prepare for the wedding ... "

"How could I never be there?" Zhong Mingwei whispered, while wiping his face with his sleeve, and then looking up, he had recovered a clear face, and the dark and wet eyes looked at Gu Changlin without blinking. , "Even if the fortune-teller is just talking nonsense, but what about that? Sir, I really can't do it, and I can't do anything so hard that the girl can't be a mother in her life."

Yeah, how can he be so cruel?

So longing for a complete family of beautiful buds, so fond of the doll's beautiful buds, how can he be ruthless, so that she will have no children in her life?

He really can't do it, even if he is sure that if Mei Ya knows his situation, he will marry him without hesitation, and it will be better for him than he is now, but he really can't stand it.

I can't stand the torment and guilt in my life, and I can't stand that Meiya will have to face such a depressed self for a lifetime.

He was an inferiority complex from the beginning, and will only become more decadent and sinking in the future. This is no way but obvious. Therefore, he can no longer take off the beautiful shoots.

Such a good girl's family deserves a complete family, and it is destined to have all the wives, honoured children, and children together.

...

After that day, Zhong Mingwei fell ill, and Pang Yi and Gu Changlin also became very silent. Only Meiya has been busy and busy, and is anxious to be like the ants on the hot pot. temper.

Gu Changlin sat in a daze, and the smell of chicken soup floated out of the window for a long while. He then recovered, stood up, and then walked through the outer hall into the bedroom of Zhong Mingwei and Meiya. It was dark at dusk, and the room was only dark. A beam of blood-stained sun shone through the hole in the window and hit Zhong Mingwei's side face. Zhong Mingwei slept very unsteadily, his brows closed, and the corners of his mouth moved from time to time, as if he was doing a nightmare.

"Ming Wei," Gu Changlin sat on Kang Yan'er, and stroked the forehead of Zhong Mingwei's sweat behind him, but now he is no longer burning, but Zhong Mingwei's face is so pale and pale, Gu Changlin couldn't help but sigh, "Sinful ! "

Zhong Mingwei slowly opened his eyes, staring at the room beam with some confusion, and then paused, his eyes returned to Qingming, fell on Gu Changlin, and then sat up with his hands on his back: "Sir, how are you here? ? "

"Ming Wei, good boy," Gu Changlin reached out and took a pillow and placed it behind Zhong Mingwei. While taking a veil to wipe Zhong Mingwei's sweat, he asked quietly, "How do you feel now?"

"It's almost okay, it's not as unbearable as it was a few days ago," Zhong Mingwei said, sniffing his nose while pursing his dry lips, and said lightly, "Do you want to drink chicken soup tonight?"