Chapter 605: Her Zhong Mingwei is really good

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Gu Changlin listened to her saying this, and he was very stunned. He and Ding Yunwen were close friends. Naturally, he knew much about Zhong Mingwei ’s past experience, so he knew more clearly that the encounters of Zhong Mingwei that Meiya said were actually less than one in ten. How many bumps and bumps does a prince have to go through, how many bright guns and arrows will he escape, and what kind of wickedness will he have to cultivate before he can rule the world? Obviously, Zhong Mingwei didn't have that life, although he had endured so much suffering.
"Fortunately, you have come to Ninggu Tower, and the suffering and suffering he has suffered all these years are also worth it." Gu Changlin looked at Meiya with a smile.
Meiya didn't speak, but shook her head bitterly.
If possible, she really hopes that she has not intersected with Zhong Mingwei in her life, and Zhong Mingwei is not the paralyzed man who has endured so much suffering and suffering, and eventually became almost dead. She never has the opportunity to need her this broken ugly. The girl came to take pity to take care, how much she hoped Zhong Mingwei could have a different life and live a smooth life.
Really, if this is the case, she is really willing to give up the happiness of today, even if she is a rough maid in the life of the Huanyi Bureau, as long as Zhong Mingwei can live a good life, what is not satisfactory for her?
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When Meiya returned with a basket of grapes, he drove Zhong Mingwei and Kong Wenjie to play a game of chess. Kong Wenjie only played chess, not Go. This piece of chess was bought by Pang Yi two days ago. Yashun said a word and bought a pair of Go chess again, Zhong Mingwei's face was not good at the time, and Pang Yi did not dare to say anything. He hurried out now, and when he came back, he bought such a pair of chess. Bud still remembered why Ming Mingwei's face was not good in the middle of the night.
"Why are you people who are smaller than needle-nosed children?" Mei Ya turned to look at Zhong Mingwei's sleeping face, gently stroked his cheek, and kissed him while leaning in, "I don't care Well, you ’re good, the 30-year-old lords, how can you pretend to do so many things in your heart? "
Yeah, Meiya really doesn't care at all. Although she saw the men and women in front of Zhong Mingwei and Xiao An's that night, she wished she could throw them all down the mountain with one mind, but since the two reconciled, Meiya has forgotten this. She has such a temperament, but everything she is willing to remember will certainly be able to remember for a lifetime, but if she does not want to remember, she will never think of it in the future, so, She used to work as a slave in the Huanyi Bureau, but she always remembered the goodness of Grandma Xiang and Grandpa Xie, but she rarely remembered the hard work of those years.
In fact, she really hoped that Zhong Mingwei would be like her, forget the past suffering and suffering, only remember laughter and joy.
However, it should be difficult.
Mei Ya's fingertips gently rubbed the man's tight eyebrows together. She watched the man take a long sigh of relief, and then stretched out her hand to get herself into her arms. In the man's arms, he didn't move at all, so he stared at the man's green and unyielding eyes, and then kissed him gently: "Zhong Mingwei, I really like you."
Yes, she really likes Zhong Mingwei. She likes Grandma Xiang, Grandpa Xie, Grandma Chen and Mr. Gu all together ...
No, this comparison is a bit inappropriate, but Meiya can't really remember what to compare, because there is really nothing comparable to Zhong Mingwei.
Her Zhong Mingwei is really good.
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"How many dishes did you get?" Meiya asked the two of them with a smile while placing the basket of grapes on the table.
Kong Wenjie, while collecting his pawns, scratched his head and said to Meiya: "Mrs. Hui, the subordinate and his grandpa played seven games."
"What? Seven dishes?" Meiya suddenly opened his mouth, pointing at the grapes on the table, while staring at Kong Wenjie in amazement. "I just went to the front yard to pick some grapes. , You have already played seven games? "