"Hey, you!" Meiya reached out and punched Zhong Mingwei hard, "You're not strong enough!"
"Anyway, you are not allowed to be nice to others." It is not pretty to see a big and strong man acting like a spoiled child, but Zhong Mingwei does not feel ashamed, lowering his head and leaning into Mei Ya's arms. "Anyway, you are only allowed to be nice to me in this life."
"Do you have any shame?" Meiya really couldn't do anything with him, so she twisted his ears and pulled him up. She smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. "If I don't treat you well, who can I treat well? A good man is always clinging to others, don't you feel ashamed?"
"How is it shabby? I stick to my own wife. I'm doing it honestly!" Uncle Zhong was showing off, holding his chin high as he said this.
"Who is your wife?" Meiya spared no effort to attack him, "I haven't married you yet!"
"It's almost there." Zhong Mingwei couldn't hide his smile.
Mei Ya felt embarrassed by his gaze. Just as she was about to leave, she heard Pang Yi driving the carriage in. Mei Ya hurriedly walked out from behind the screen wall and greeted him with a smile: "Pang Yi. You have worked so hard."
"It's not hard. It's not hard. It's just two more trips," Pang Yi jumped off the carriage. He unloaded a few boxes from the carriage, and turned around to see Zhong Mingwei also walking over with the screen wall. Pang Yi asked casually, "Sir, what are you and your wife doing hiding behind the screen wall?"
Zhong Mingwei's face was dark: "...Is it your business?"
Meiya blushed all the way to her neck: "...I discussed with him about writing the word 'Fu' on the wall."
Pang Yi knew he had gotten into trouble: "...Sir, Madam. You guys continue to discuss it. You can discuss it in any way you want. I still have to go and transport it. I guess I won't be back until very late! I won't bother you anymore! Goodbye!"
Zhong Mingwei stared at the carriage that rushed out at lightning speed and said with gritted teeth: "...I said we should kick him out!"
Mei Ya nodded like a little chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, kick him out quickly."
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Pang Yi sneezed all the way as he drove the carriage towards the street. In fact, he had already moved all the things, but he knew he had caused trouble, so he naturally did not dare to hang around in front of Zhong Mingwei. So he lied and ran away. However, he was not worried or afraid in his heart. At this time, he gently cracked the whip and hummed a little tune.
"In the first watch, the moon shines on the flower terrace. Sister Qiuxiang has made a plan, she said she would come in the evening. We were so loving in front of the Peony Pavilion, I hope the couple will be together soon. But she won't come no matter how much I wait. Tang Jieyuan looks up at the sky, he can't help feeling sad, beauty, Qiuxiang, the enchanting girl..."
When the carriage stopped in front of the inn in his village, he had sung "Zhao Hua Tai" over and over again seven or eight times. The waiter saw him getting off the carriage and hurried out to greet him with an earnest smile on his face: "Mr. Pang, you are in a really good mood today. You look very happy, not as gloomy as before."
Pang Yi was very worried about Zhong Mingwei and Mei Ya's affairs some time ago, and he didn't have much time to come to see Xiao An. Even if he had time to come, he always looked sad and didn't pay much attention to the noisy and enthusiastic waiter. But today was different. Pang Yi took out some change from his purse and threw it to the waiter, saying with a smile: "Feed the horses for me!"
"Okay! Don't worry, Mr. Pang, I will pick the best fodder to feed your horse!" The waiter happily put the silver in his arms and hurried to feed Pang Yi's horse.
Pang Yi straightened his clothes and went upstairs in a hurry. He hadn't seen Xiao An for ten days and missed her so much. He went upstairs in a flash, but when he reached the door of the guest room, he stopped again. He... was a little nervous. His hand was frozen in the air and he couldn't knock on the door for a long time. He cursed himself for being a coward in his heart and swallowed his saliva. Finally, he grabbed the doorknob and knocked gently on the door.
"Who is it?" Then, Xiao An's voice was heard from the room, still so crisp, still so... delicate. Pang Yi felt melted when he heard this voice.
"Oh, yes, it's me." Pang Yi stuttered.
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