The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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Zhong Mingwei looked at Ah Chou’s lower head and couldn’t help hooking his lips. Why is this girl’s face so thin?

Obviously, he was so reluctant to get up from his leg just now, but with such a big red face turning his face again.

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Ah Chou’s skin is really thin, not just because of the “dudou” he just blurted out, but there are other reasons here.

A Chou didn’t wear his apron. He never did. It wasn’t because A Chou was too poor to wear it, but it was just one or two feet of cloth. Can’t he wear silk, can’t he still wear cotton? A hou is not worn because it is really unnecessary to wear it. The child’s body is like a frame. There is no front and back. Where can I wear an apron? But recently, A Chou feels that his body has changed a little bit …

She seems to have grown up, and she has more flesh on her body, and she can gradually be separated. Before and after, it is still not so obvious, but the taste of her growth is clear to herself, just like the previous raccoon bureau. The old maid of the screwdriver said the same, and it was the same as that taught by Grandma Chen. A Chou knew that he was developing in the direction of the older girl.

Ah Chou is very shy, especially shy in front of Zhong Mingwei.

New clothes are not necessary anymore. Ah Chousi thought that he had to pull a two-foot cloth to make an apron next time he went to the market. But what kind of flowers would he embroider on his apron?

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“Do you think this pattern looks good?” A Chou suddenly raised his head and babblely handed the half-embroidered mandarin duck to the front of Zhong Mingwei.

“You haven’t finished embroidering, how can I know whether it looks good or not?” Zhong Mingwei looked at the bare lotus bag on the embroidered piece and smiled dumbly.

“What about this?” A Chou was so busy that he pulled out the three completed embroidery pieces from the needlework frame, and hurriedly brought it to Zhong Mingwei. “Are you looking at this good-looking? This is a fish-playing lotus leaf, This is Bi Yi Shuang, Fei, this is Pian Tilian, you look, which one looks good? “

“Why do you ask me this?” Zhong Mingwei looked at the screwdriver piece puzzledly, and really couldn’t understand why Ah Chou took this screwdriver and asked him to embroider it. Looking at his face again, Zhong Mingwei would Even more puzzled, “Why is my face so red?”

“Who told you to look at me? Look here!” A Chou was so desperate that he patted Zhong Mingwei’s leg hard. “Hurry, which one is so beautiful ?!”

“This.” Zhong Mingwei pointed to Tielian’s embroidered piece and said to Ah Chou. In fact, in his eyes, the red, red and green pattern really didn’t make any difference.

“Oh.” Ah Chou didn’t ask anymore, and he wasn’t in a hurry. He packed up the embroidered pieces and unconsciously glanced at the embroidered pieces of Tilian.

“What’s the matter?” Zhong Mingwei asked chasingly.

“I … I won’t tell you! I won’t tell you!” A Chou said with a blush on his neck and a man, while he stood up in a hurry and carried the sewing basket.

“Ah, alas! How did you go?” Zhong Mingwei was anxious, twisting his head and sending Aguiu’s body into the main hall. “Girl, where are you going? What do you want me to do here?”

“Bask in your sun!” Ah Chou never looked back.

“Oh.” Zhong Mingwei sucked his nose pitifully and reached for the half bowl of jasmine tea before it was delivered to his mouth, and he was taken away.

“Do you dare to drink such cold tea? You are not afraid of stomach trouble? Am I full of anger?” Ahou stared at him, holding the tea bowl in one hand and a blanket in the other.

Zhong Mingwei knew that he was wrong, and he smiled and begged for mercy. A ugly glared at him, while putting down the tea bowl, and covering the blanket with him, but Zhong Mingwei was still sweating on his body. “Although the sun is warm, it’s getting cold in the end, and the cool breeze threw himself warmly.”

“Yes, yes,” Zhong Mingwei nodded so busy that the chicken pecked at the rice. “Mr. Lesson is.”

“You slick tongue!” A ugly snorted him again, but couldn’t help laughing, and asked, “What do you want to eat in the afternoon?”