Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

"Ah! My foot is twisted, too." said Mi Xiaoqiao, breathing.

"Then you said you didn't need to find a doctor?" Meng Fanfan looked at her swollen feet and said angrily. In fact, his heart was more self reproach and heartache.

"The doctor has gone to bed now. I don't want to affect others' rest. Why drag them out of bed? I said to wipe some medicine." Mi Xiaoqiao said stubbornly. Although it hurts, she doesn't want to bother others.

"It's a family doctor, on call." Meng Fanfan said, walked to the phone, called out and asked the family doctor to come quickly.

And he himself was not idle. He went to the storage room and took out cotton wool and iodophor.

When he pulled Mi Xiaoqiao's hand to wipe medicine for her, MI Xiaoqiao was stunned and embarrassed to shrink his hand: "president, I'll do it myself."

"Don't move!" Meng Feifan was a little angry. He squeezed her arm, took a cotton swab dipped in iodophor, and carefully cleaned and disinfected her wound.

When the cool and stimulating potion came into contact with MI Xiaoqiao's bloodstained wound, MI Xiaoqiao inhaled again and again with pain and tears: "pain..."

"Just bear it for a while." Meng Feifan's voice suddenly became very gentle, as if he were coaxing a delicate child.

Mi Xiaoqiao looked at him in surprise, and a strange agitation flashed at the bottom of his heart. Is this still the cold, serious and unsmiling president of the iceberg?

His appearance reminded her of a time when she ran and hurt her arm in the second grade of primary school. Her mother rubbed the medicine carefully for her

Mi Xiaoqiao didn't say anything more. Without saying a word, he looked at him with his head down, carefully wiped the medicine for his palm, and disinfected the wound on her knee with the same care.

His eyelashes are so long and his handsome face is like the bright first quarter moon in the spring night sky, which is no worse than any idol star.

For the first time, MI Xiaoqiao felt that it was also a kind of enjoyment to watch him serve himself so quietly. And most importantly, it's not so difficult to get along with him

"First, wait until Dr. Gao comes, look at your feet, and then prescribe some medicine for you." Meng Fanfan said quietly and put down his things.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he was right with the sight of MI Xiaoqiao who had no time to move away.

Meng Feifan's heart suddenly moved. The little girl's eyes were strange. It was not as simple as looking at him on weekdays. It seemed to contain a lot of complex feelings

"Thank you, president." Mi Xiaoqiao quickly lowered his eyes and whispered his thanks. His white face flew into a moving blush, and his shy face was more beautiful.

"Xiao Qiao, in fact, I let you live here..." Meng Feifan's heart shook and couldn't help raising his hand to caress her black hair scattered like seaweed.

Suddenly, he wanted to tell her his concern and love for her, and never put on such a cold and serious mask again.

He wanted her to know that this was the first time he had helped a girl wipe medicine. Only when he treats her, can he be so distressed, so considerate and so protective

At this time, the bell rang outside the hospital, and uncle Liu hurried in with family doctor Gao Yue.

Gao Yue is a young doctor under the age of 30, but she has served in Meng's family for several years. In the past, it was mainly Meng Feifan's parents who liked to see her, and Meng Feifan never looked for her almost once.

Now Meng Wei and Tang Liru are not in China. Meng Feifan suddenly called her in the middle of the night. Naturally, she was surprised. When she entered the door, she first asked, "President Meng, what's wrong?"

"Miss Mi fell down on the stairs. Please help her." Meng Feifan pointed to MI Xiaoqiao lying on the sofa.

Gao Yue came over to take a closer look at Mi Xiaoqiao's wound and said, "I can deal with the palm and knee Wounds right away. I can change the dressing every day and take some anti-inflammatory drugs. I'll be fine soon."

"What about this foot?" asked Mi Xiaoqiao.

"The sprain may recover slowly. I'll rub some safflower oil and massage you first. You'd better not walk and have a good rest at home." Gao Yue explained while giving her medicine.

"Ah? What should I do at work?" Mi Xiaoqiao couldn't help worrying.

"Don't worry, I'll give you a holiday." Meng Feifan said calmly and thought to himself: it's all hurt like this. The first thing is to remember to go to work. You're really a silly girl who knows death.

"But I asked for leave as soon as I came... It's not very good." Mi Xiaoqiao was still worried, especially when he thought of the gossip he heard in the tea room during the day. Wouldn't it be more controversial if he didn't go to work now?

"I agreed. What are you worried about?" Meng Feifan glared at her angrily.

Gao Yue heard them say one word at a time. She could feel the trace of doting inadvertently in Meng Feifan's seemingly indifferent words.

At the moment, Meng Feifan is not like the powerful president in the past, but like an ordinary boy who takes care of his girlfriend everywhere.

Whether it's this small villa or his big family, Gao Yue saw Meng Fanfan bring a girl home for the first time.

She knew that the relationship between the president and the girl must be very unusual, otherwise she wouldn't be so late and call her so nervously to deal with her wound.

This beautiful girl must be the president's girlfriend. Gao Yue thought with a little melancholy. Her fingers massaging Mi Xiaoqiao's feet stopped involuntarily.

As a young girl who studied hard and worked hard to gain a foothold in a big city, she also had a romantic and charming dream.

When she first met her young and promising cool and handsome president, she had a wonderful fantasy.

She thinks she is outstanding, and her beautiful and intelligent temperament is enough to make her charming in front of many men.

However, the president seems to have no interest in women.

As a family doctor for several years, she has many opportunities to go in and out of Meng's house. Meng Fanfan doesn't seem to have seen her much.

She can only bury her unrealistic love deeply in her heart. After all, the story of Cinderella meeting the prince is just a fairy tale.

However, seeing the girl in front of her receiving such special attention from the president, her heart is still slightly sour. There is always a lucky princess, but it's never her

After treating the wound for MI Xiaoqiao, she wrapped it up with gauze and prescribed some anti-inflammatory and hemostatic drugs for her. Gao Yue left.

She took a taxi by herself. Anyway, after working in the Meng family for so many years, this high salary is enough for her to live a superior and comfortable petty bourgeoisie life without relying on anyone.