"Don't be like this," Mei Ya was really anxious, and pointed out the window. "Pang Yi and Mr. Gu are here."
I was so confused just now that I had such thoughts. If Kong Wenmin hadn't come in suddenly later, I'm afraid...
Meiya was so embarrassed and ashamed. There were so many people at home. Why was she so unrestrained?
She kept saying that Zhong Mingwei was shameless. But her face was probably no thinner than Zhong Mingwei's, right?
Zhong Mingwei was just trying to scare him. Even if Meiya was willing, he didn't really want to do anything. Although he couldn't marry Meiya in a grand ceremony, he still had to give her the proper ceremony. This was the only wedding in Meiya's life. Naturally, he had to take it seriously. Moreover, he also thought that this was the only wedding in his life.
Yes. It was the only time. He was like all the young boys who were going to marry their sweetheart. So expectant, so excited, and so restless, afraid that something would go wrong. At this time, looking at Meiya's shy and anxious face, Zhong Mingwei felt pain and sour in his heart. He leaned over and kissed Meiya's red cheek: "Girl, I am not a gentleman, but I know that I can't treat you lightly."
"You know nothing." Mei Ya muttered softly, moving inwards, lifting a corner of the quilt, and said to Zhong Mingwei with a red face, "Come in."
"My wife is the best to me," Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he got under the quilt and hugged Mei Ya into his arms, kissing her over and over again. "Girl, we agreed that we will get married as soon as we get down the mountain. I really... I really can't wait. You don't know how hard it is. Over the past year, I've almost become jerky. Do you know that?"
"I don't want to know," Mei Ya said with a red face, resting her head on Zhong Mingwei's arm while unbuttoning his coat. "What did Guard Kong do just now?"
"Nothing," Zhong Mingwei said. He would not tell Mei Ya that someone was trying to assassinate him. He leaned over and kissed Mei Ya's smooth forehead. After a pause, he said, "It's just that the King of Pingxi suddenly wants to return to the capital, and he came to inform me."
"King of Pingxi? Your uncle who is like a god of war?" Meiya was stunned and asked hurriedly, "Why did he return to Beijing? Didn't he say he wouldn't return to Beijing for decades?"
"Who knows?" Zhong Mingwei held Mei Ya's hand and said softly, "What does it have to do with us?"
"Yeah, what does it have to do with us?" Mei Ya was startled, unbuttoned the last button, helped Zhong Mingwei take off his outer garment, threw it to the end of the kang, then lay down again, reached down and gently rubbed Zhong Mingwei's legs, "I'll just focus on embroidering, and you just focus on taking good care of your legs."
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May 15, 1934
Ningguta.
It was decided that they would move today. Pang Yi sent Zhong Mingwei, Mei Ya and Gu Changlin to Nanshan Villa early in the morning, and then returned to move things.
Nearly a month had passed since the last time he came to Nanshan Villa. Zhong Mingwei was supported by Meiya and walked into the gate. Meiya kept chattering in his ear, talking about the swing in the front yard and the pomegranate tree in the back yard. The girl was obviously very happy, but Zhong Mingwei felt a little uncomfortable. The small courtyard in front of him was certainly hundreds of times better than the dilapidated house on the hillside before, but it was certainly incomparable to the magnificent East Palace in the past. Even the housekeeper's house was probably more magnificent than this one.
Looking at the old house in front of him that he had bought second-hand, and the lively and chattering little girl beside him, he felt a little uncomfortable.
"Zhong Mingwei, come and try it!" Mei Ya obviously had no idea what Zhong Mingwei was thinking. She helped Zhong Mingwei to the front of the swing, then tilted her head and said to Zhong Mingwei happily, "Come up and try it. Swinging is fun!"
"I'm already this old, how can I swing on a swing?" Zhong Mingwei laughed dumbly, patted Mei Ya's hand, and said softly, "Just sit on it and I'll push you."
"How old are you? When I came here a few days ago, Mr. Gu was still swinging for a long time! I couldn't even grab him!" Mei Ya glared at Zhong Mingwei and said to Gu Changlin who was standing in the corridor, "Mr. Gu, don't you think so?"
"He has a thirty-year-old body but a seventy-year-old heart," Gu Changlin said loudly while stroking his beard, "He is nothing like me, who has a seventy-year-old body but a thirty-year-old heart!"
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