Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

"Baby, don't cry, just come back. You are a modern girl, and those sad things can be regarded as a dream." Mi Xiaoqiao was distressed when he wiped the endless tears for his daughter.

Although I don't know what my daughter spent the past three years? But obviously, in these three years, she has experienced the pain that she shouldn't bear at her age.

She fell in love with a man wholeheartedly and wanted to be with him forever, but she saw him die in her arms.

Such trauma, in any case, is unbearable for the once smooth sailing girl.

Meng Duoduo was still sad and wailing. His tears were like a flood that opened the gate. He couldn't stop them.

This feeling and feeling made Meng Xiaoxiao think of her magical journey and the tragic parting with her close friend Xiao Molan.

She also burst into tears, hugged Meng Duoduo and said, "Duoduo, believe my little aunt, if you have fate, you will meet again."

Through the days back, he soon returned to normal, and Meng Duoduo soon went out of the hospital.

She was not really ill, but somehow she accidentally crossed to ancient times and suddenly fell into a coma when she returned to modern times.

After waking up, in addition to her physique, she is still relatively thin. All her physical indicators are normal and her vital signs are intact. Of course, it is not necessary to stay in the hospital.

Back to the familiar Meng family villa, Meng Duoduo never told his parents about his experience in ancient times.

Even herself did not dare to recall those deep and shallow past events arbitrarily. Memory is as deep as a brand. A touch is a pain in the heart.

She became silent, quiet and docile, often thinking about things alone.

Since returning to modern times, Meng Duoduo's whole person seems to be reborn.

On her body, there is a faint and graceful classical beauty, no longer the careless and heartless little girl who passed through before.

Yes, a journey made Meng Duoduo experience love and hate, and also made her experience life and death.

Her life is no longer a simple white paper. She can no longer return to the simple, free and carefree state of mind in the past, and she is no longer the naive girl who "young people don't know the taste of worry and force worry for new words".

For the obvious change of their daughter, Meng Feifan and Mi Xiaoqiao saw it in their eyes and hurt in their heart.

However, they didn't ask her much. Her daughter has grown up and experienced an incredible magical journey. She should have an independent spiritual space.

If she doesn't want to say it, she must have her own unspeakable difficulties. Let her digest it quietly first.

Sometimes, Meng Duoduo will specially walk into the study of her little aunt Meng Xiaoxiao's home and touch the rows of neatly placed books on the bookshelf with his hand.

She wanted to find the ancient book that had taken her to distant ancient times. However, after going through every corner of the bookcase, she never saw the old and yellow book again

She can only send the deepest blessings to those people she sincerely cares about, Xiaomi, Zhuzhu, xuanyuanmo, xuanyuanrui, Liu Yangfeng and cloud flying.

On the university campus in September, the sun is still shining.

Meng Duoduo, wearing a pure white cotton dress and a backpack, walked quietly on the Boulevard of the campus.

The breeze of early autumn is like a warm hand caressing her hair and shoulders.

With long hair and flying skirts, the elegant skirt makes the girl tall and beautiful. Her expression is calm and natural, with a fresh and elegant sweetness. She is a pure girl who has just entered school.

However, who knows that her heart is full of holes?

It has just rained, and the road is still slightly wet. The sun shines obliquely on the puddles on the road, reflecting a little brilliance.

Walking through the open-air basketball court on campus, Meng Duoduo saw some senior boys playing basketball. Without paying too much attention, she glanced at it casually and walked over silently.

Now, she seems to be so lazy and careless about everything. Generally, they are all alone. In addition to classes, Meng Duoduo is completely immersed in his own small world for a lot of time.

She seldom plays with those students in the class. Her special hobbies such as shopping, surfing the Internet and watching movies are all boring now.

In the eyes of Meng Duoduo's University classmates, she is a beautiful and strange girl, which seems a little out of touch with the times. And blossoming themselves, do not care about other people's views and comments.

She took a break from school. If she went to school at the normal rate, she should be a senior now. I really have no interest in talking about idol stars and popular clothes with the girls in my class.

I didn't want to stop by the basketball court, but a basketball just rolled over and rolled to Meng Duoduo's feet.

Moreover, when she arrived, the ball stopped steadily and honestly stopped rolling forward.

In fact, she could walk around, but it was very strange. It was like a ghost. Meng Duoduo was stunned and subconsciously bent down to pick up the ball.

On the basketball court, several boys had stopped playing and looked in her direction. Then a boy ran towards her quickly.

Meng Duoduo quietly held the ball and waited for the boy to get it.

The boy is tall and tall. Looking from a distance, he looks very natural and unrestrained. He should be a figure at the school grass level.

However, Meng Duoduo was completely absent-minded and didn't pay too much attention to how eye-catching the boy running over.

"Thank you." the boy took the ball and thanked her politely.

"You're welcome." Meng Duoduo smiled faintly. Then he raised his eyes and looked at him at will.

However, when she saw the tall boy standing in front of her, she felt dizzy. She only felt that the sky and the earth were spinning.

my god! Is it possible? Another chance? Or, inevitable encounter?

Is there really a past life and a present life?

Meng Duoduo couldn't believe his eyes, his head hummed, his heart beat uncontrollably, and his blood flowed back in an instant.

The boy in front of me is full of energy and youth.

The warm autumn sun shone on him and plated him with a layer of golden light and shadow.

A well-defined face, flying and straight sword eyebrows, deep and shiny black eyes, tall and stylish nose, and firm and charming lips

Everything is so natural and perfect that it is like the special treatment of the creator. An increase of one point is more, and a decrease of one point is less.