Chapter 144 The Man Who Overheard

"Come up," Zhong Mingwei patted his thigh after rubbing his legs, and said to Ah Chou, "Rub your stomach."

"No, I still have to do embroidery work. I didn't do it a few days ago. It's been a long time..." Ah Chou hummed softly, saying so, but A Chou still crawled in front of Zhong Mingwei It's just that she couldn't bear to press Zhong Mingwei's legs, so she sat between his legs, her thin and thin body leaned against Zhong Mingwei's arms, like a clingy doll, while she grabbed Zhong Mingwei's hand and put it on her stomach, While whispering, "Then knead for a while, anyway, it won't delay my embroidery work."

"Okay, just rub it for a while." Zhong Mingwei smiled lowly, and gently rubbed Ah Chou's flat stomach with his big hands.

This girl is really too thin, Ah Chou's butterfly bone is against Zhong Mingwei's chest, and it hurts Zhong Mingwei. A little fatter, this is not something he can do by saving a bowl of jujube tea and half a bowl of red bean porridge.

Zhong Mingwei was very melancholy, leaning against the quilt, looking at the beams absently.

When will these two legs be healed?

...

"We made an appointment to meet at midnight tonight. Dalian, I bowed my head in shame and said nothing. At the first watch, girl, I burst into tears. The most regrettable thing is that the second father and mother love to smoke opium, which delayed my little slave. Marriage. If youth is over, where can you find a young man? The second watch was blowing, and the little six was climbing the wall. The house was alarmed, the infatuated daughter Jiaowa. Hastily opened the double doors. , grabbed my beloved little friend..."

Ah Chou began to sing again, humming and chirping while lowering his head and continuing to embroider.

Zhong Mingwei came back to his senses, and was fascinated by the little song again, but when he heard Ah Chou's voice quiet down again, Zhong Mingwei was a little unhappy: "Why don't you sing?"

Ah Chou suddenly turned his face away, staring at Zhong Mingwei with staring eyes: "Are you listening?"

"What's wrong?" Zhong Mingwei looked at her surprised and ashamed face, couldn't help pinching her nose, "You are allowed to sing but I am not allowed to listen?"

"No," Ah Chou murmured, a little embarrassed, "It's that you have been listening, but why don't you make a sound, just listen secretly, I don't even know, you know..."

"What do you want to know?" Ah Chou stopped talking, but Zhong Mingwei continued to ask.

If you know that you are eavesdropping, then I will not sing such a shameful song.

It's just that Ah Chou couldn't tell, she didn't want to talk to Zhong Mingwei, muttered, then lowered her head and continued to embroider, but those big hands suddenly pulled back, and she was firmly locked in the man's arms.

"What do you want to know?" Zhong Mingwei leaned into Ah Chou's ear and asked again.

"Why are you like this? People obviously don't want to talk to you!" Ah Chou bluffed and protested, while secretly aiming at Zhong Mingwei's profile from the corner of his eye. As soon as she met the man's bright eyes, she again Turning his face away in a hurry, he whispered, "What's so interesting about this?"

"Young girl sings well, of course I love to listen to it," Zhong Mingwei said while resting his chin on Ah Chou's shoulder. Their faces were so close together that he could clearly feel Ah Chou's face moving slightly. The ground trembled, and when he spoke again, Zhong Mingwei's voice was bent, "Girl, can you sing for me again?"

"Do you really like listening so much?" A Chou whispered, trying not to let himself tremble. Zhong Mingwei had never been so close to him. When he spoke, his lips were close to her ears. A Chou's ears It was almost as if it was going to burn.

"I love listening, I really love listening to death." Zhong Mingwei said, imitating A Chou's usual appearance, gently rubbing A Chou's face, obviously acting like a baby.

Ah Chou couldn't bear this the most, and immediately lowered his head so much that he couldn't lower it any more, and when he spoke again, his voice was even lower: "If you like to listen, I will sing to you every day, but I don't sing for nothing... ..."