"You...get out of my way!" The next second, Mei Ya grabbed Zhong Mingwei's ear and said fiercely, "Get as far away as you can!"
"Ah! Madam, please spare me!" Zhong Mingwei immediately bared his teeth and shouted exaggeratedly, "Madam! I know I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!"
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"Do you think the gift I picked will please the Madam?" Xiao An had been nervous all the way. When the carriage stopped at the gate of Nanshan Villa, she became even more nervous. While holding the exquisite gift box in her hand, she looked at Pang Yi anxiously, "Is this gift too... too light?"
"It's okay, Madam likes it very much." Pang Yi said with a smile, while reaching out to stroke the hair on Xiao An's forehead, "If you insist on buying that expensive screwdriver, Madam will probably be unhappy."
"Stop it!" Xiao An slapped Pang Yi's hand away. At the same time, she sighed, "It's just that time is too tight, otherwise I would definitely be able to prepare better."
"Madam and Master both know your intentions." Pang Yi said hurriedly. He reached out to pat Xiao An's arm, but he didn't dare. He touched his nose awkwardly and said to Xiao An. "Come on, come in and meet Master and Madam first."
"Yes." Xiao An nodded and followed Pang Yi into the house.
"Let me take it." Pang Yi reached out to take the gift box from Xiao An's hand.
"No need, I can get it myself, it's not that heavy," Xiao An was busy avoiding it, and followed Pang Yi into the courtyard while looking at this small courtyard with three entrances. The noble ladies of the capital who were used to living in large mansions would not think this small courtyard was rare, but Xiao An felt that this small courtyard was warm and cozy, perhaps because of the swing, or because of the row of pomegranates with fiery red flowers, or because of the various large and small happy characters posted on the doors. Xiao An could not help nodding her head, "This house is really nice."
"Madam and Master have said that they will buy us a house when we get married," Pang Yi heard her say that. He turned his head to see the envy in her eyes. He couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable, so he slowed down his pace. "When the time comes, we will buy whatever house you like. In the future... in the future, you won't have to stay in an inn anymore."
"Yes, I'm tired of living in an inn." Xiao An walked up the stairs and turned her head to smile at Pang Yi. "So, Mr. Pang, when are you going to marry me?"
In the golden morning light, the girl's smiling eyes looked straight at him. Pang Yi felt as if a sharp blade had pierced his chest, and the sweetness in his heart exploded.
"An Hailin, hurry up and prepare your dowry," Pang Yi raised his head and met An's smiling eyes, "wait for me to ride a tall horse and marry you."
"What if I don't have a dowry?" Xiao An laughed even louder. Her hands, which had been clenched secretly, had loosened at this time. She smiled and walked down a step, just in time with Pang Yiping. "Then Mr. Pang, are you still willing to ride a tall horse to marry me?"
"Of course I am willing," Pang Yi said softly. The smile on the face of a man in his thirties was enough to make people sick. "An Hailin, do you know? A smile like yours is the best dowry."
"You have good taste!" An Hailin smiled slyly, turned around, lifted her skirt and went up the stairs. She walked very fast, turned around and went up the corridor, and then walked even faster, her two little feet moving very fast.
"What's there to be ashamed of?" Pang Yi looked at her anxious appearance, but did not rush to catch up with her. Instead, he followed slowly behind her, smiling so much that fine lines appeared in the corners of his eyes. "This girl, isn't she just happy in her heart? Why are you afraid that I will see it?"
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backyard.
Zhong Mingwei was combing Meiya's hair while Grandma Chen and Gu Qingtong were watching on the side. When Grandma Chen heard that Zhong Mingwei was going to comb Meiya's hair himself, she thought it was unreliable. But when she saw Zhong Mingwei's skillful technique, she nodded involuntarily. Gu Qingtong also thought to herself, judging from his technique, he must have combed his hair a lot.
Although it was the first time for him to wear his hair in a bun, Zhong Mingwei was not unfamiliar with it at all. He had been thinking about it a long time ago. Yes, it was really a long time ago. Since the first snow of last year, in that remote and simple courtyard, when the maid sang to him with a blushing face, "When my hair grows to my waist, will you marry me?" He had started thinking about it.
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