The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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"Oh, last night I saw that you had something to worry about, so I was not at ease," Chen Qingxuan said, inevitably a little guilty. He looked at Meiya secretly while watching her, there was nothing unusual in this, this Before he was relieved, he asked cautiously, "What the **** is going on? Both eyes are swollen like this?"

Chen Qingxuan asked this question, but Mei Ya's face sank again. She turned and closed the door, and said to the worn wooden door in front of her: "Mr. Chen, I don't want to say."

Chen Qingxuan was stunned, and then he was too busy to say: "Yes, yes, I am talkative, I should not ask the girl's privacy ..."

"Mr. Chen, I didn't mean to blame you," Meiya cut off Chen Qingxuan's topic, paused, and exhaled gently, then said again, "It's just something, I can't speak."

Yeah, what should she say?

Where do we start?

Meiya really can't open her mouth, and she's not willing to speak. This is her and Zhong Mingwei's business. Even if things are contrary to her wishes, she doesn't want to let outsiders know that whether it is good or bad, it is her and Zhong Mingwei's business. .

Chen Qingxuan's face was a bit stiff, but he still pursed his lips and squeezed out a smile that was not too ugly: "That's it, you don't want to say it, then you don't have to say it, wait until you want to say it."

"Mr. Chen," Meiya looked at Chen Qingxuan with embarrassment. "Can you ... help me hide Grandma Chen?"

Meiya didn't want Grandma Chen to worry about herself. The old man's body and bones were easy to get rid of, and he rushed home and plowing in the spring. He started to be greedy and busy all day long. Meiya was really unwilling to bother the old lady.

"Okay, you can rest assured." Chen Qingxuan nodded. Even if Meiya didn't say, he wouldn't say that to Grandma Chen. About the relationship between Meiya and Zhong Mingwei, Chen Qingxuan has been deliberately concealing Grandma Chen. He also could n’t figure out what it was for, did n’t he want to let Grandma Chen know that she was sad, or ... he kept subconsciously leaving a way for himself?

If, what if?

In case, what if?

"Mr. Chen, thank you very much," Meiya was grateful. While turning around, she walked towards the courtyard, and then paused, looking back at Chen Qingxuan, "Mr. Chen, how about eating pie and red bean porridge today? ? "

"Red bean porridge?" Chen Qingxuan stunned, and a small bowl of steaming red bean porridge appeared immediately, but that bowl of porridge was not prepared for himself. On that day, he stared at Zhong Mingwei with two mouthfuls and drank it in two. In that small bowl of red bean porridge, he couldn't say anything in his heart, and he couldn't say it in his mouth. After that day, he also drank red bean porridge several times, but he always felt that the red bean porridge made by Grandma Chen would certainly not be better than that bowl The sweetness comes, although he has never tasted the red bean porridge boiled in Meiya.

"Yeah, red bean porridge," Meiya said while pulling her sleeves, "Grandma Chen said yesterday that there are too many red beans in the family, and you will be attracted by insects if you can't finish it."

"That's it, let's eat red bean porridge," Chen Qingxuan said busyly, and then added a whisper, "Add more rock sugar into it."

"Huh?" Mi Ya was suddenly surprised, looking at Chen Qingxuan with the monster's eyes. "Mr. Chen, have you never hated sugar? Why do you still tell me to add more sugar?"

"I just wanted to eat," Chen Qingxuan felt that his face was suddenly hot. The 23-year-old man was so embarrassed for the first time in his life. He dodged his eyes to avoid Meiya's gaze, and pretended to be relaxed. , "I'll go back to my room to change clothes first, and come back to help you burn the fire."

"No need, no need! I'll do it myself." Mi Ya waved her hands too busy while entering the kitchen.

Chen Qingxuan watched Meiya enter the kitchen, and then moved to the room step by step against the wall. He curled up and slept all night last night. His two legs are almost not his own. Supporting the wall, he fell off his head early in the morning. At this time, he had slowed down a lot, but it was still not easy to walk. Chen Qingxuan limped into the bedroom, listening to the pots and pans coming from outside. The sound, the happiness that couldn't be expressed in my heart, limped out of the box and found a set of bamboo green silk gowns that I usually didn't want to wear. This was when he was admitted to the show. Granny Chen paid two dollars for him What he did was that he had always been simple, never willing to wear it, and kept it in the box well, but today, he suddenly remembered the gown and hurried on it, facing the bronze mirror Buttoned, he moved his eyes in disgust at the side.

Does he count as a confidant?