Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

Meng Fanfan just said that this room is specially prepared for her.

So, did he also prepare these pajamas for her? How thoughtful of him. Just, why did he suddenly treat her so well? And what reason did she have to accept his inexplicable kindness?

Mi Xiaoqiao is still like a child. He usually wears cotton pajamas with cartoon patterns at home.

Now suddenly seeing so many women's pajamas with different styles, she felt that her former life was too simple and not particular at all.

However, there is no need for Meng Feifan to remind her so.

How did this posture suddenly give her a feeling of golden house?

Thinking of this, MI Xiaoqiao shivered excitedly.

no In any case, she doesn't want to live a canary life relying on a man's love. Although she has no worries about food and clothing, she can't see the light

"I don't know which one you like? So I asked someone to send some at will." I don't know when Meng Fanfan stood beside her. In his low magnetic voice, there was a gentleness rarely heard before.

"Mr. Meng, I have my own clothes. Why do you do this? I don't need it!" Mi Xiaoqiao turned his head and looked at Meng extraordinary with shining Danfeng eyes full of vigilance and resistance.

Because of those bad associations just now, her voice is sharp and much different from her quiet and docile appearance in front of Meng Feifan these two days.

"If you don't like it, don't wear it. It seems that I'm in trouble." Meng Feifan said coldly. Without looking at her again, he strode out.

All the tenderness that had just emerged in his heart because she lived here was poured cold water on his head by her indifferent words and disappeared without a trace.

He did so much, he cared about her so much, he was afraid that it would be inconvenient for her to live in. He never flattered any girl. Just for her, he became unable to recognize himself.

However, in exchange for her disgust and questioning.

What is this girl, her head and heart made of? What evil did he have to recognize her alone?

Meng fanwo returned to his room on fire and slammed the door.

I took a cold bath in the bathroom in my bedroom. My anger still couldn't dissipate. I didn't even have the mind to deal with my most important work on weekdays.

Meng Feifan walked a few steps in the room upset, angry and angry, but she still remembered the unkind little girl. Was she used to moving here the first day?

Forget it, that silly girl, she loves her and dotes on her. She doesn't appreciate it at all. Instead, she thinks of herself in those bad aspects. I don't need to see her face again. I'd better calm down and do something serious.

After a fierce ideological struggle, Meng Feifan gave up the idea of going out to see Mi Xiaoqiao again, went to the study, turned on the computer and worked hard.

In this room, MI Xiaoqiao packed up all kinds of things and decided to take a bath first.

Seriously, Meng Fanfan is very considerate for her. Her room also has a separate bathroom and a super style Jacuzzi.

Soaking in the bathtub that seemed bigger than the house he rented, MI Xiaoqiao took a comfortable hot bath and felt very comfortable. The tiredness of the day seemed to disappear without a trace.

She vaguely felt that her attitude towards Meng Feifan just now was a little too much?

After all, he helped himself a lot this time. If it weren't for him, his mother might be sentenced to death. Xu Jie said that the best result is a life sentence.

Speaking of it, Meng Feifan should be regarded as his benefactor, but he has been so bad to him.

Maybe he bought these clothes out of kindness. He thought it was wrong. Alas, I'd better go and see him later and ask if there's anything else to do?

She came here to work, not to enjoy

Mi Xiaoqiao thought silently, dried his wet hair, changed his clothes and went out.

Looking at the closed door opposite, MI Xiaoqiao hesitated, raised his hand and tapped twice.

There was no response in the door. Mi Xiaoqiao thought, he won't go to bed so early. Didn't he hear?

So she knocked on the door several times and shouted, "President Meng, President Meng."

"What are you doing?" the lukewarm and lukewarm voice clearly came into my ears, but the door didn't open.

Mi Xiaoqiao looked for a voice and saw Meng Feifan standing in front of a room at the end of the corridor, looking at her coldly.

On the second floor of the villa, there are only three rooms, two bedrooms and a study. That must be the study.

Mi Xiaoqiao walked over and was about to speak, but his face turned red.

Meng Feifan only wore a loose combed cotton Pajama with no buttons. She only tied a belt at will at her waist. Her wheat colored skin and strong chest were exposed in front of her.

She didn't expect that he should be dressed like this. Her ears were hot and her eyes didn't know where to put them?

But Meng Feifan deliberately wanted to show his perfect figure, and took another step closer to her. The ambiguous breath almost hit her face: "do you need to be so shy? I'm not naked."

I'm not afraid to be naked. Haven't you heard from others? The most attractive thing is this kind of dress that is half covered, wants to refuse to welcome, and "still holds the pipa half covered face".

However, his muscles are really strong and his figure is comparable to that of international famous models

Mi Xiaoqiao's heart somehow burst out such nondescript words. She felt that she must have been evil by the evil man. When she thought so, she dared to look at him boldly and forgot to move away from him for a moment.

"Have you seen it?" seeing Mi Xiaoqiao's confused and lovely appearance, Meng Feifan was much better. He leaned close to her and jokingly whispered: "if you like to see it, I don't mind sacrificing myself..."

"No, Mr. Meng... I want to ask, what else do you have to do?" Mi Xiaoqiao came back and stammered to interrupt him.

Meng Feifan's heart just rose, and a beautiful feeling was pinched by Mi Xiaoqiao's words.

The girl has no sense of humor and doesn't understand the Customs at all. It seems that he can only pick up his little thoughts for the time being.

But unwilling to think about it, she bent down her face like a prank, and thin lips deliberately punitively flashed over her milk scented cheeks