The villain took me crooked after wearing the book

Chapter 305 How about you give me a kiss
Zhao Huiwei hurriedly covered it with her hand, and muttered softly, "I didn't show it to you."

"Who is it for? Those girls?" He shook his head and sighed, "Now people outside think I wrote it. I'm really wronged."

Zhao Huiwei looked at him, and seeing a slight smile in his eyes, she became confident: "Then what should I do, I don't know how to write other words."

It was printed according to her handwriting, and she couldn't change it.

Before Shen Mingnan could say anything, she frowned and reached out to touch his face: "What did you do here?"

His fingertips were soft and warm, and he blinked his black eyes lightly: "I accidentally scratched it."

"Are you on your medication?"

Shen Mingnan had been raped before, but he didn't change his expression: "No."

"Wait, I'll find you some medicine."

After talking about Zhao Huiwei, she went to look for ointment, and Shen Mingnan looked at her love story, which vaguely included words such as sending flowers, talking about love, and giving small gifts and surprises.

He pondered, girls like this?
Seeing someone approaching, he stared at his hand without squinting.

"Look up and rub some medicine on you. Why did you accidentally hurt your face?"

He raised his head obediently, and looked at her with twinkling peach eyes, eyes as black as obsidian, and she carefully smeared it on him.

He stared at her pink lips, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and then he spoke: "Yanyan, the ministers in the court impeached me for corrupting the atmosphere."

Zhao Huiwei tightened the lid of the medicine, guilty: "Then, what should I do? I've already sent out the script, so I can't take it back."

The two sat and stood, Shen Mingnan propped his elbows on the table, his fingers slightly curled up to support his head, he said with a smile: "Yan Yan, why don't you give me a kiss, give me some comfort, I won't be wronged if they impeach me .”

Zhao Huiwei listened to his proposal, tangled in his heart, and made up his mind: "Just one bite, don't move."

He didn't move, the little girl pecked lightly on his face with the fragrant wind, and when she pulled away to leave, he took her soft palm.

"No kiss."

The two stared at each other, and Shen Mingnan said seriously, "I really didn't get to kiss you."

He pointed to his face, motioning for another kiss, Zhao Huiwei glared at him, thinking that it was rumored that King Zhenbei had a habit of breaking his sleeves, so she moved closer again.

When kissing, he turned his head, and Zhao Huiwei kissed on his thin lips, breathing intertwined, he reached out and stroked the back of her head to deepen the kiss.

After a few seconds, he let go: "This time the kiss is here."

"You, you are shameless!" Zhao Huiwei took a step back, his face was a little red, and his watery almond eyes stared at him shyly.

Shen Mingnan's black eyes slightly curved: "I'm just teaching you what a kiss is."

Seeing him like this, Zhao Huiwei also smiled: "Then let me tell you one more thing, don't be angry."

Shen Mingnan was very generous: "How could I be angry with you?"

"The name of my external book is Little Pumpkin."

Shen Mingnan: "..."

He suspected that there was something wrong with his ears: "What's your name?"

Zhao Huiwei moved closer and said clearly: "Little pumpkin."

This shameful nickname would appear again in this form. He looked at her and was speechless for a moment. Seeing his unacceptable appearance, Zhao Huiwei couldn't help but burst out laughing: " In fact, the little pumpkin sounds very nice."

Sensing the resentment in the eyes of the man in front of her, she blinked innocently: "You're not angry at what you said."

Shen Mingnan stood up directly, and Zhao Huiwei hugged his waist and burrowed into his arms: "Little pumpkin, little pumpkin, it sounds so nice, don't get angry."

Then she raised her head from his arms, and the two of them looked at each other, her eyes sparkling: "Don't worry, no one knows your name is Little Pumpkin except me."

Shen Mingnan: "..."

He doesn't believe it!
But the little girl in front of him acted coquettishly and cutely in front of him. Shen Mingnan was not angry at all, but he was a little incapable of accepting it. He slightly licked his lips, bowed his head and said in a hoarse voice: "The name of the writer has been changed. And, this nickname is only for you. People called."

She smiled and rolled her eyes: "Okay, little pumpkin."

He reached out and stroked her hair, what can he do?Pet it.

After Shen Mingnan left, Zhao Huiwei covered her mouth and snickered. Her book writer's name wasn't Little Pumpkin in the first place, but seeing how proud he was, she couldn't help but tease him.

After laughing enough, she went on to write her second love story.

The next day, Shen Mingnan began to think about giving small gifts. He remembered the peach blossom hairpin that he had crushed, and then went to a cabinet, and took out a box. Even though he asked someone to glue the red gemstone into two petals, there is still a crack in the middle, which looks very conspicuous.

In his hands, broken mirrors can be remade, not to mention gems.He sighed, these things should have been buried, but he couldn't bear it, so he picked them up again.

He took out that crooked little yellow duck purse again, the most conspicuous thing was the word Yao, which he never understood, why would she embroider Yao?
Could it be that they still want to pretend that it was sent by Yao Nanjia?He frowned, not quite understanding, and was going to ask her about it when he had time.

Immediately, he thought about whether he should make another hairpin for Zhao Huiwei. After thinking for a long time, he decided to make another hairpin for her.

This is their new beginning.

After he put the things in the box, he went to order Yanyuan to buy them, and then he found that Yanyuan looked a little dazed.

"what happened to you?"

Yan Yuan was about to cry: "Master, where is Yu Huai?"

Shen Mingnan raised his eyebrows: "What? Do you miss him?"

"No subordinate!" He reacted fiercely: "This subordinate just asked where he is, so that this subordinate can avoid him in advance."

Shen Mingnan glanced at him lightly: "The corpse is probably still being buried."

One or two hundred people died in that village, and it won't be cleared up in a short while.

He took over the list drawn up by Shen Mingnan and went to work. Shen Mingnan originally wanted to finish it in a few days, but it just so happened that the Saintess of Southern Xinjiang had come to Beijing.

He was assigned a task by Cheng Shengquan, so he had to go to the gate of the city to pick him up.

On April [-]th, the gate of the city was opened wide, and the guards on both sides blocked it with knives. The common people spontaneously stood behind and watched. They stretched their necks to look outside. Even Zhao Huiwei couldn't help but bring Yingluo to watch .

From her, Shen Mingnan's cold back could be seen. A gold-plated float drove in from the gate of the city. The float was surrounded by a purple veil, and a woman in purple was sitting inside. The woman was covered with a veil so she couldn't see her true face.

On both sides of the float are maidservants holding flower baskets. There is a strange fragrance coming from where they pass by. They all say that Nanjiang is good at making incense, and the saints of Nanjiang are even more fragrant.

Behind the float was a long line of guards wearing tiger and leopard leather clothes. Their duty was to escort the saintess to Dayan safely.

Everyone stared intently, trying to see through the veil the face of the saint with icy muscles and bones, but Shen Mingnan, he sent his men to take people to the post station after the saint of Nanjiang entered the city.

　Persimmon: I applied to change my nickname, and Little Pumpkin doesn't match my identity!
　　Mu Mu: The application was rejected.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)