Chapter 388 Do You Really Want a Doll?

"So, I am your spring. As soon as I come, your good days will come." Meiya held his face, with a warm smile in her eyes, "Zhong Mingwei, you are also my spring." , as soon as I saw you, my thin and ugly withered sapling finally took root and sprouted, and then I became your beautiful girl, hey, do you mean that?"

"You're only half right," Zhong Mingwei's eyes were a little hot, but he couldn't help laughing, and while stretching out his hands to rub Meiya's braids, he said softly, "Last spring, in Ninggu Tower, there was Two originally lonely trees, they met each other, and then they took root and sprouted together, their roots intertwined in the soil, and the branches held each other in the clouds, they gradually grew into a husband and wife tree, and later, they It will also bloom and bear fruit, and many small buds will emerge from the ground, which must be very beautiful..."

"Zhong Mingwei, you, you really want a doll, don't you?" When she said this, Meiya blushed unreasonably, but she looked at Zhong Mingwei boldly. It's not that Meiya has never thought about this question, Zhong Mingwei is thirty-three It is no longer the age of being young and frivolous, ordinary people can be grandpas at this age.

"I want it," Zhong Mingwei also looked at Meiya and nodded generously. In the past, he also wanted a child. At that time, he desperately needed an emperor's eldest grandson to help him. As for who is the baby's mother, he In fact, he doesn't care, but now, he also wants a baby, but he only wants Meiya to be his baby's mother. He especially wants to see what his and Meiya's baby look like, and wants to guard the two of them. Such an ordinary and sweet little day, he looked at Meiya's shy and flushed face, his old heart was sweetened, and while leaning in to kiss Meiya's slightly dry lips, for some reason, he suddenly smiled again Smiling, fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes, "But, I don't want it, I'm especially afraid that after the birth of a cub, you won't be able to hold me in your eyes, you must be staring at that cub all day long, even if you pinch the cub Rabbit, I'm afraid it will be pinched by that brat, and I will definitely not be pinched by me."

"You are such an old man, how can you still eat... the jealousy of the little baby?" Meiya thought it was funny when she saw his appearance, but she was very shy, covering her mouth and laughing, while elbowing him The man said, "Isn't it your own child? How could you be such a father?"

"I don't care, I'm just jealous, not even my own son," Zhong Mingwei muttered, gnashing his teeth a little when he said this, "No, I will give birth to a son in a few years, otherwise this day It hasn't been posted yet."

"This..." Meiya was a little hard to say, and she blushed for a long time and asked in a low voice, "Didn't other people...have a baby as soon as they got married? You...you plan to marry me again in a few years ?"

"No," Zhong Mingwei was taken aback, and the man in his thirties felt a little shy at this moment, and leaned into Meiya's ear, and whispered, "When the time comes, I'll ask Mr. Gu to prepare some for me." After taking the medicine, you can...you can not have children for now, and it won't delay the harmony between our yin and yang..."

"You...you shut up!" The next second, Meiya suddenly pushed Zhong Mingwei away, took the glutinous rice balls on the tray, got out of bed in a hurry, pushed the door and left.

"Girl, the stove is in the house, where is it going?" Zhong Mingwei stared at the door, rubbed his nose, and muttered in a low voice, then walked along the window and looked at his small house. The girl was standing blankly in the courtyard with a tray of glutinous rice balls, Zhong Mingwei tapped on the window sill leisurely with one finger, and said a little arrogantly, "Hmph, let's see where you little girl is going. Why don't you come back to me obediently in a while?"

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The tenth day of March in the thirty-three year period of Jiasheng

Ning Guta.

Since the beginning of March, the weather in Ninggu Pagoda has become warmer, although the outside is still covered with snow, but the icicles on the eaves have begun to melt into water.

After breakfast, Gu Changlin was making plaster in the outer hall. Zhong Mingwei's knees had improved a lot, and his skin and flesh had grown back. Now there was no need to wrap gauze, and he only needed to apply the plaster a few times a day. Meiya sat on the side and helped Gu Changlin .