Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

"Then don't play." Meng Fanfan went over and spoiled Mi Xiaoqiao into his arms.

He didn't have much mind to play cards for a long time. He hopes to go to the sweet world of two as soon as possible. Otherwise, at his level, even if Mi Xiaoqiao lagged behind, he would not lose so miserably.

At this time, it was getting late. After talking and laughing at will, Fang Rui and ye Feifei left.

Mi Xiaoqiao and Meng Feifan returned upstairs and went to bed after washing. Meng Feifan naturally pestered Mi Xiaoqiao to do some essential intimate exercise every day. Then, take her to take a bath, and then take her back to bed.

Lying in Meng Feifan's warm and steadfast arms, MI Xiaoqiao suddenly thought of an unavoidable question and asked anxiously, "fan, you say we are like this now. What if we get pregnant?"

"That's just born. I wish I had a little Joe earlier. It must be as lovely as a little angel." Meng Feifan said with a smile.

"What? We're not married yet. I don't want to be an unmarried mother." Little Joe leaned into his broad chest.

"Aren't we going to get married soon? Joel, my parents are coming back soon. I'll take you to see them then. Shall we get married in May at the latest?" Meng Feifan hugged the gorgeous girl around him and said solemnly.

"What do your parents look like, fierce or not?" Mi Xiaoqiao asked in a low voice. She was a little timid when she thought of the strict and indifferent parents in the rich family seen on TV and books.

"Not fierce, Joe, you are so beautiful and lovely, my parents will like you." Meng Feifan gently kissed her eyes.

"In case you don't like it," whispered Mi Xiaoqiao.

"No, even if they don't like you, it's enough for me to like you." Meng Fanfan smiled and patiently comforted her: "you married me, not my family."

"However, the marriage without the blessing of parents is flawed. Besides, I'm only 21..." Mi Xiaoqiao was still a little dissatisfied. After thinking about it, he said, "fan, why don't we take some measures like others in the future."

"What measures to take?" Meng Feifan's face suddenly darkened, and his tone became stuffy. He was very unhappy.

The little girl clearly belongs to him. Why don't you always want to get married?

"It's contraception. Let's buy some condoms back." Mi Xiaoqiao said softly.

"Do you want me to wear something to feel you?" Meng Feifan coldly raised his eyebrows and squeezed the girl's soft and plump body, just like a child in anger: "hum, I won't do it."

"Oh, you're so annoying!" Mi Xiaoqiao beat off his dishonest hand and said, "or, buy some contraceptives and I'll take them."

"Do you know how much damage that medicine does to people's body?" Meng Fanfan felt that he couldn't bear it. He almost clenched his teeth and asked, "Joe, isn't it good to have children for me? Why don't you want it?"

Mi Xiaoqiao muttered disapprovingly: "even if you don't have only one, you still need contraception in the future."

"If you don't avoid it, you'll never avoid it." Meng Feifan said rudely, "if you have a few, you'd better form a football team."

"Then you are born. You are a man. Of course you don't know the pain of having children. You want me to have so many children. It doesn't hurt me at all..." Mi Xiaoqiao couldn't help feeling a little grievance in his heart.

"Baby, why don't I hurt you? I've never hurt anyone like you in my life. I'm sure I won't let you work so hard, but I always want two or three." Meng Fanfan kissed her lovingly and begged, "Joel, we don't need contraception now. If we have it, will we? I really want to have our baby."

"Let me be a mother so early? I still want to enjoy the sweetness of the love world for a while." Mi Xiaoqiao said with a small mouth.

"Don't worry, it's sweet to be a mother. You'll always be my princess." Meng Feifan smiled and asked softly, "Joel, it's your birthday right away. What gift do you want?"

"Whatever, my request is not high, as long as you can remember my birthday." Mi Xiaoqiao smiled sweetly, revealing two lovely dimples on his cheek.

"Of course, silly girl, do you still need to ask? Even if I forget my birthday, I won't forget your birthday." Meng Feifan said with a spoiled smile.

"Of course you remember now." Mi Xiaoqiao blinked and smiled coyly. "I always remember what I said. When I become an old woman with white hair, you can still remember, that's me in my heart."

"I'll remember. Baby, don't worry, I'll celebrate your birthday every year from this year until you become a white haired old woman." Meng Feifan said, bending down his face and kissing her affectionately

Two young people full of bright prospects for the future are warmly intertwined. Indoors, there is warmth and charming scenery

Mi Xiaoqiao's birthday is March 31, the last day of March, which is easy to remember.

It happened to be Monday, and the company was very busy.

Meng Feifan said happy birthday to MI Xiaoqiao in a hurry in the morning, and there was no other expression. Because he is really too busy, he has to convene the heads of various departments for a regular meeting after work, and there are a lot of important affairs waiting for him to deal with.

After the meeting, Meng Feifan took Cheng bin to a new development project site to see the progress of the project. He didn't even come back for lunch.

Mi Xiaoqiao finished his meal alone in the company restaurant and sighed sadly.

The 21st birthday is a beautiful time of youth. Meng Feifan said well before, but she is not with her today. She is inevitably a little lost.

Then he thought that he couldn't come back for work, and comforted himself in his heart: Little Joe, he is an excellent man with strong dedication. You can't expect him to only revolve around you all day. If he is really such a man who only knows to coax women and doesn't want to make progress, you won't fall in love with him

With a trace of unspeakable worry back to the office, she continued to deal with the work at hand. In my heart, I always seem to be depressed, as if covered with a small dark cloud, I can't really be cheerful.

He raised his head again, put his chin on his hands, and silently stared at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window.

Alas, even if you are busy, even if you send me a bunch of ordinary flowers, I will be happy.

Mi Xiaoqiao thought and couldn't help sighing. At this time, the phone on the table rang. At a glance, it was Meng Feifan who called.