Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

Meng Feifan sat down on the sofa and was just about to speak, but he saw Mi Xiaoqiao's small face suddenly wrinkled into a ball. The uninjured right hand covered between his abdomen and chest, which looked very painful.

"Xiao Qiao, what's the matter? Are you uncomfortable?" Meng Feifan's heart immediately pulled up and hurriedly asked.

On this special night, he has automatically turned the surname of MI Xiaoqiao, or the unfamiliar Miss MI, into a kind little Joe.

"My stomach hurts..." Mi Xiaoqiao frowned tightly, and a thin cold sweat came out on his forehead.

"I'll let Gao Yue come back." Meng Fanfan said without hesitation.

"No, I have gastritis. It's an old problem. Maybe I was hungry and didn't eat..." Mi Xiaoqiao whispered and said, "president, could you please go upstairs and take the medicine for me? I prescribed medicine in the hospital last time and forgot to take it today."

"Where is the medicine?" Meng Feifan said and stood up.

Silly girl doesn't tell him about her stomach disease first. If she had known, he would never let her eat only such difficult meals at night.

"In the drawer under the wardrobe, Mr. Meng, thank you." Mi Xiaoqiao said sincerely. This evening, and Meng extraordinary's performance, really changed her impression of him a lot.

Meng Feifan hurried upstairs and remembered that he didn't ask which drawer it was.

He casually opened a drawer, did not see the medicine, but saw several sets of neatly folded lingerie.

The pink printed bra and the little underwear with lace... All these give off a girl's unique fragrance

Meng Feifan's breath tightened, and his heart missed half a beat.

He couldn't help reaching out and touching the round little bra, and a happy smile came up at the corners of his mouth. This is his little lovely underwear. In the future, everything about her will belong to him.

And he will cherish her, love her and prevent her from being wronged again

After daydreaming for a while, he suddenly remembered that little cute was suffering from stomach pain and waiting for him to take the medicine.

You guy, you just think nonsense and forget everything. Meng Feifan secretly scolded himself, turned several drawers, and finally found stomach medicine in the bottom drawer. He took it down quickly and poured a cup of warm water for MI Xiaoqiao to take.

"Mr. Meng, I'm really sorry. I should have come to work, but I've added so much trouble to you." Mi Xiaoqiao's stomach pain is for a while. After drinking the medicine, he is much better, and said shyly immediately.

"What do you want to eat?" Meng Feifan ignored her remarks and asked without expression.

"Huh?" Mi Xiaoqiao blinked for unknown reasons, and looked at Meng Feifan innocently.

Why did he suddenly ask this? It's completely out of touch with the previous topic. Does he care about her like this?

"You have stomach trouble. How can you eat something bad?" Meng Fanfan glanced at her lightly and pretended to say casually: "I mean, what do you want to eat, I'll get you some."

"Ah?" this time, MI Xiaoqiao was really shocked. He was not sure what he heard for a moment.

Did she hear something? Or hallucination?

He said he was going to get something to eat for himself? God, is this really Meng extraordinary who is high above the world? How do you feel? After moving here, he seems to have changed.

Seeing Mi Xiaoqiao's surprised and unbelievable appearance, Meng Feifan rubbed his chin and added, "anyway, I'm used to going to bed late, and it's okay to sit."

"Oh, no, No." Mi Xiaoqiao responded and immediately expressed his attitude eagerly: "president, you don't care about me. I'm fine after taking medicine. It's troublesome enough for you today. You go to rest and have to go to work tomorrow."

As soon as she was excited, she didn't care that her sprained foot was touched. She immediately inhaled in pain.

"Don't move." Meng Feifan said a warning, and then stood up smartly: "in fact, I want to eat myself."

After that, he ignored her and went to the kitchen.

Mi Xiaoqiao leaned on the wide and soft leather sofa, and his big watery eyes were full of doubts.

It's not that she doesn't understand. The world is changing too fast.

She racked her brains to analyze and think, but she still couldn't figure out why things had evolved into this situation?

Isn't she here to be a servant? She was already ready to be yelled about by him when she came in, but why? Now everything seems that her treatment is more like a beloved daughter?

What's more incredible is that Meng Feifan, who is so serious and arrogant on weekdays, doesn't look a little good to her now? Even, it seems... Willing to serve her?

Illusion, this must be an illusion. It must have happened too much in the past two days, which made her brain dull

Thinking about it one by one, Meng Feifan came out of the kitchen and couldn't help but pick her up and walked to the restaurant: "I ordered three fresh noodles. You can eat with me."

"I'll go by myself." Mi Xiaoqiao whispered. Although she was hurt, she couldn't let him carry her wherever she went.

"OK, see if you can go yourself." Meng Feifan said angrily and gently put Mi Xiaoqiao on the ground.

Mi Xiaoqiao limped forward a step, and the heart piercing pain in her right foot came again. The pain made her take a breath of air conditioning, wrinkled her eyebrows and almost shed tears.

"Don't show off if you can't!" Meng Feifan slightly mockingly hooked up the corner of his lips and picked her up again. His voice became much softer: "are you afraid of me? Now, just take me as your hands and legs."

Mi Xiaoqiao blushed slightly, didn't say anything, and leaned quietly in his arms. For the first time, I felt that there was still a trace of nostalgic warmth in the arms of this man.

So, in the dead of night on the curtain hook this month, two handsome men and women sat at the table again and began their second dinner. No, it's midnight.

Mi Xiaoqiao thought that a noble childe like Meng Feifan, who had been pampered since childhood, would cook noodles at the same level as her cooking. It was ugly and inedible.

Who knows, when I sit at the table, the two bowls of three fresh noodles are really decent.

Thin white noodles with shrimps, diced mushrooms and shredded lean meat. The clear soup noodles are sprinkled with a layer of green onion... Hey, it's really a little colorful and fragrant.

Mi Xiaoqiao was already hungry. As soon as he saw such fragrant noodles, his appetite increased greatly. He picked up chopsticks and began to eat.