Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

Thinking of the unusual performance between the little girl and the president these two days, uncle Cheng knew it should be related to the president and couldn't help but want to help her. And the person who can really make her happy should be the President

"Hurt your hand?" Xiao Moxuan's handsome and straight sword eyebrows tightened suddenly, and there was an audible anger in her voice: "she is so stupid! Is she badly hurt?"

"It's heavy! She cut a deep hole and the blood flow stopped for a long time." Uncle Cheng nodded repeatedly and added, "she cut her hand when chopping chicken nuggets. How hard should it be. If it's more powerful, she's afraid that her finger will be cut off..."

"Then what happened? How did you do it? Did you go to the hospital?" Xiao Moxuan was more upset and interrupted him with a little impatience.

"No..." Uncle Cheng shook his head and said honestly, "Xiaoxiao asked me to take some anti-inflammatory drugs to her and bandage herself. She made dinner."

Damn it! This stupid girl! Xiao Moxuan cursed fiercely in his heart, and his face became more and more ugly: "why don't you call me?"

"Er, Xiaoxiao didn't say, and I forgot..." Uncle Cheng was stunned and thought to himself, who dares to call you when you go out with Miss Li?

"Forget it, I'll go up and have a look!" Xiao Moxuan left a word impatiently and turned to go upstairs.

Uncle Cheng breathed a sigh of relief as he hurriedly disappeared into the background at the corner of the stairs. It seems that the president still cares about Xiaoxiao girl in his heart. That's good, that's good

Xiao Moxuan came to Meng Xiaoxiao's door and raised his hand to twist the door handle, but he couldn't open it.

It seems that the little girl's vigilance is really high. The door is locked from the inside, probably to prevent me from being a sex wolf. He thought angrily and jokingly, so he had to go back to find the spare key to the room.

After finding the key, Xiao Moxuan directly opened the door and saw Meng Xiaoxiao sleeping quietly in his bed. There was neither air conditioning nor windows in the room, which seemed a little stuffy.

He pressed a small night light, went to open a small crack in the window, and then sat by the bed and looked at her quietly.

The little girl was sleeping soundly wrapped in a towel, but her small body curled up into a ball, and her beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly. It seemed that there was something unhappy.

Xiao Moxuan picked up her hand and looked. Sure enough, she saw several layers of thick white gauze wrapped around her left index finger, looking clumsy and pathetic.

As soon as his heart hurt, he sighed gently and held her injured left hand tightly in his hand. With the other hand, I couldn't help smoothing her frown.

Meng Xiaoxiao completely didn't know that at this moment, someone was sitting next to her, admiring her sleeping appearance, but she still fell asleep oblivious.

Xiao Moxuan's slender fingers slipped from the girl's beautiful eyebrows and walked lovingly on her face, depicting the shape from her smooth forehead to her cheeks, and then to her ruddy and lovely lips.

Meng Xiaoxiao seemed to feel a little bit in her sleep. She twisted her head uncomfortable and muttered vaguely: "itch..."

Xiao Moxuan stopped and shouted tentatively, "girl."

Meng Xiaoxiao moved slightly, but turned over and continued to sleep.

Perhaps because it was too hot, the towel quilt on her body was pushed away by her. Lying on the bed so carelessly, the simple and natural posture is like a baby just born.

I don't know if it's because I formed a habit when I was a child? Meng Xiaoxiao likes sleeping on her stomach, although she has read some information that sleeping on her stomach is bad for her body. The best posture is sleeping on the right side. She remembered that she also slept on her side before going to bed, but when she woke up every morning, she always became prone.

When she slept, she was wearing a short cotton nightdress. As soon as she turned over, her rich and beautiful back was just waving at Xiao Moxuan. She could almost see the small white pants under her short nightdress, which had a strong visual impact and temptation.

Xiao Moxuan pulled the collar of his shirt and remembered the wonderful taste of kissing her last time. His body began to heat again.

damn! This is really incredible. Why does he have no impulse to be a normal man in the face of such charming and amorous beautiful women. But as soon as I saw this ordinary little girl, the reaction in my body immediately got up.

Xiao Moxuan wanted to restrain himself. He came in just to see if her hand didn't matter.

But Meng Xiaoxiao is really like an addictive poppy. He can't help bending down, gently kissing the girl on one cheek and whispering, "girl, what should I do with you? I really want to take you like this. But... Gu Beiye and I, who are you willing to talk to..."

At this time, Meng Xiaoxiao moved at will, and his two arms opened without image. The injured left hand happened to be placed on Xiao Moxuan's leg.

Xiao Moxuan lovingly held her tightly wrapped hand, and reason came back. Just now, the surging desire at the bottom of his heart slowly faded. I can't help scolding myself in my heart: Xiao Moxuan, you have already agreed not to provoke her, and promised Gu Beiye to let her go. You came in just to see her hand. How can you do this to her now? No! No

His emotions changed a thousand times. Unconsciously, he held Meng Xiaoxiao's hand too hard. Meng Xiaoxiao's injured index finger felt a pang of pain, suddenly felt something wrong, vaguely opened his eyes, and saw a handsome face in front of him. I don't know whether it's a dream or a reality?

She rubbed her eyes in disbelief. Yes, it's Xiao Moxuan! Now I was sitting in front of her bed, looking down on her like the shining stars in the night.

"Ah, why are you here?" Meng Xiaoxiao was surprised and quickly turned over and sat up: "I locked the door."

"Ha ha, you forgot that I'm the owner of the house. I must have the key." Xiao Moxuan saw that she woke up. He glanced at the corners of his lips with disapproval and asked in a low voice: "girl, how's your hand? Does it still hurt?"