Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

Sure enough, he saw them stop, stand in the shadow of the mottled and yellow trees and say a few words.

Then Gu Beiye hugged Meng Xiaoxiao. They... Kissed each other

The light at night was too dark for Xiao Moxuan to see the expression on Meng Xiaoxiao's face. Was it like when he kissed her before? So shy, slightly closed wet eyes, cheeks red like ripe red apples

In fact, maybe they didn't kiss for long, but for Xiao Moxuan, it seems that it has been as long and suffering as a century.

He felt that he should rush over, desperate to separate the two people who had apparently just fallen in love, and pull the little girl who must have fainted back into his arms. To all the people in the world: she is his, she only belongs to him! No one can touch her except him

Even, he thought he could be a little more mean. He went directly to Gu Beiye and told him that Meng Xiaoxiao couldn't have children.

Gu Beiye is the only son of his family. If he knows the cruel reality, he will at least hesitate if he doesn't repent immediately

However, he just clenched his cold and numb fist tightly and stood still.

It's very much like the tree behind him. I can only hear the sound of my heart breaking, but I can't move a minute

Their lingering kiss should be Xiao Moxuan's conjecture, the conjecture in the state of jealousy and internal combustion.

In fact, Gu Beiye just kisses Meng Xiaoxiao like a dragonfly. After all, it's outside where people come and go, and under the eyes of the Meng family. Even if he wants to kiss more, Meng Xiaoxiao won't be nice.

The two soon separated and said good night to each other. Gu Beiye waved goodbye to Meng Xiaoxiao. Meng Xiaoxiao also raised his feet and walked to the door of the villa.

When she took out the key to open the door, a tall and handsome figure stood firmly in front of her like a wall emerging from the darkness.

Meng Xiaoxiao looked up and saw Xiao Moxuan's boundless but uncertain face, which was full of all kinds of deep and unpredictable emotions that she couldn't understand.

She was stunned and panicked inexplicably in her heart.

Eh? Where did he come from? How long have you been here? Did he see her and Gu Beiye just now?

Although she had no relationship with him for a long time, it was normal for her to fall in love with anyone, kiss or even go to bed, and Xiao Moxuan had no right to interfere.

But Meng Xiaoxiao doesn't know why? At this time, when she saw Xiao Moxuan, she still felt very helpless and had a sense of panic almost guilty.

How did this happen? It's clear that she is in a fair love. What are you afraid of?

She pursed her dry lips and heard her dry voice: "Why are you here?"

"I'm waiting for you." Xiao Moxuan's voice was also dry and dull, completely losing the natural and unrestrained magnetism in the past.

"Oh..." Meng Xiaoxiao lowered his eyes and said in a low voice and not very smoothly, "today I went out to climb the mountain. It's far away, so I came back a little late..."

Xiao Moxuan said nothing, but lowered his head and stared at her deeply. The deep and sharp eyes seemed to look into the depths of her soul.

Meng Xiaoxiao felt more uneasy. It seemed that standing here for another minute might drive her crazy. She eagerly turned around and wanted to open the door: "I'm in..."

But Xiao Moxuan suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand holding the key. She held her hand so tight and so hard. She could feel the dry and hot temperature from his thick palm.

Meng Xiaoxiao's heart jumped irregularly. The key almost fell to the ground. He turned and stared at him: "what are you doing?"

"Go to a place with me." Xiao Moxuan pulled the corners of his lips bitterly.

Meng Xiaoxiao gradually calmed down, raised his hand and stroked his long hair, which was somewhat messy by the wind. His voice and color returned to his former Indifference: "it's very late. I'm going to rest."

Xiao Moxuan couldn't help saying that. He picked her up and strode to his car.

Meng Xiaoxiao fainted and began to struggle angrily: "Xiao Moxuan, don't go too far! My brother and sister Qiao were inside. They heard me as soon as I shouted!"

"Don't worry, I won't insult you." Xiao Moxuan controlled her hands and feet, looked very vicissitudes, and solemnly: "I just want to take you to a place to see. Maybe there are some things worth remembering. I'll send you back after seeing them."

After a short pause, he said again in an extremely difficult tone: "if you haven't felt a trace of emotion when you go there, then... In the future, if you want to be with Gu Beiye, you can be together. I won't say anything..."

Meng Xiaoxiao didn't think he was joking. He couldn't help but arouse some curiosity and asked, "where is it?"

"You'll know when you go." Xiao Moxuan said faintly, opened the door and threw her into the passenger seat. He got on the car with her.

The precious and luxurious car drove away quickly and disappeared into the hazy autumn night.

Along the way, Xiao Moxuan didn't say anything, as if he was as calm as before.

But the cold and hard lines coming out of his lips and the white fingers holding the knuckles on the steering wheel reveal the mess and pain at the bottom of his heart

As the car drove farther and farther away from the downtown area, Meng Xiaoxiao gradually found that this was a very familiar road in his memory. Not prosperous, but it's hard for her to forget.

Two years ago, she used to run around on this road every day. But she hasn't been here once since she came back this time.

When the car stopped steadily under the building she and Tao zhier had rented, Xiao Moxuan said, "here it is."

"What are you doing here?" Meng Xiaoxiao sat motionless and said expressionless, "the house has already returned."

"I rent it again." Xiao Moxuan sighed imperceptibly and said in a low voice, "go and have a look. It's still the same as before you left. I haven't changed anything."

Meng Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment. He was surprised and filled with emotion. For a moment, he really couldn't tell what it was like?

She didn't speak any more, silently followed Xiao Moxuan to get off the bus, and silently walked to the eighth floor with him.

The corridor here is still crowded and narrow, with empty pins filled with sundries such as bicycles, honeycomb briquette stoves and so on. For two years, there seems to be no change, but it seems more old.

Fortunately, perhaps because of Xiao Moxuan, a big resident, all the street lights are good, and each floor is on.