Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

Sunday will arrive soon. It is Fangfei in April. The weather is very good.

Early in the morning, the soft sun shines through the thin clouds. The warm wind is gentle and swaying the fragrance of flowers in the garden, which makes people relaxed and happy. It seems to indicate that this will be a beautiful day.

Mi Xiaoqiao woke up naturally after sleeping. After getting up and having breakfast, she went back upstairs, opened the wardrobe and looked at the full cabinet of clothes.

All these clothes are beautiful. But when the time comes, I don't know which one to wear?

After watching for a long time, she chose a peach dress she usually likes.

After wearing it, I look left and right in the mirror and feel that the color is too gorgeous. Maybe older people won't like it. So he took it off again and replaced it with another one.

So repeatedly, I changed several pieces in a row. I felt either too gorgeous or too plain, either too publicity or too rigid. Anyway, I was always dissatisfied.

"Joe, are you ready?" Meng Feifan came in and smiled at the helpless little white rabbit.

"No, I don't know what to wear? It seems that nothing looks good today." Mi Xiaoqiao blinked and sighed with chagrin.

Seeing the colorful clothes piled up in a full bed, Meng Feifan knew it clearly. He walked over and gently stroked the girl's long hair: "Joel, in fact, you don't have to be so nervous. My parents are good people. They will like you."

"However, you should always dress up properly," said Mi Xiaoqiao.

"Here, just wear this green skirt. You look good in green, pure and like a fairy." Meng Fanfan picked up a fruit green long sleeved skirt and said with a spoiled smile: "Joe, don't you know? In fact, you look beautiful in everything you wear."

According to Meng Fanfan's opinion, MI Xiaoqiao put on the green skirt and covered a small white dress outside. The long hair was scattered like a black waterfall, and a lovely bow was made with a fruit green ribbon.

She threw a little powder into the mirror, playing pale green eye shadow and transparent pink lip gloss.

On his white face, a pair of dark Danfeng eyes look forward to flying, and the purplish red lips are delicate and dripping, shining with the beautiful luster of attractive heartstrings. It looks like floating out of the dust. The whole person is pure and beautiful, but people are like fairies outside the sky.

"Well, baby, it's beautiful enough. If you dress up again, you'll be fascinated by the three-year-old child." Meng Feifan gently hugged the charming girl and kissed her with pity: "let's go. I told my parents that we'll go back early."

Mi Xiaoqiao promised, put away a lot of disorderly clothes on the bed, and went out with Meng Feifan.

Sitting in the car, MI Xiaoqiao asked softly, "fan, what do your parents like? What gifts can I buy them?"

"They don't have any special hobbies." Meng Feifan slightly hooked his lips and said carelessly, "Joe, don't be so polite. You go and give them the best gift. My parents have long wanted me to make a regular girlfriend, take it home and get married and start a family early."

"But it's my first time to visit my elders. I should always prepare some gifts." Mi Xiaoqiao said with a frank smile.

"Hehe, my Joe is really sensible." Meng Feifan leaned over his face and gave her a soft kiss.

They first came to the mall, bought two bottles of high-grade foreign wine for Meng Feifan's father, and carefully selected a real silk scarf for his mother. Meng Feifan said it was OK. Mi Xiaoqiao happily took him out of the mall.

The precious car drove smoothly along the beautiful avenue planted with camphor trees. Soon, it came to Meng's villa located by the famous Yueliangwan Lake in Lingcheng city.

In the picturesque and beautiful environment, an independent villa reflecting the perfect combination of Chinese and Western styles came into view.

Steeple shaped inclined roof, snow-white marble wall, crimson roof tiles. The natural building materials and the vines attached to them form an interesting contrast. The round arch window and the stone masonry at the corner show elegance and are particularly eye-catching under the sunlight.

In front of the house is a large colorful garden with rockery fountains.

Both sides of the villa are equipped with golf courses and artificial hillsides. The hillsides are full of cherry trees in full bloom and all kinds of trees that MI Xiaoqiao doesn't know his name. Behind, there is a big green lawn and a clear green swimming pool.

Blue water and blue sky, gentle breeze, flowers and trees all over the garden

Mi Xiaoqiao felt as if he had come to the castle in the fairy tale and couldn't help but give a heartfelt praise: "Wow, fan, your home is so beautiful that it's even more beautiful than the Suzhou garden."

"Later, this is also your home." Meng Feifan spoiled and smiled.

A servant in uniform came forward with a smile: "young master, master and wife are waiting for you."

Meng Feifan and Mi Xiaoqiao smiled at each other and walked into the gate hand in hand.

In the spacious living room with luxurious decoration and elegance, Meng Feifan's father Meng Wei and mother Tang Liru sat leisurely on the sofa.

To their consternation, Tang Liru was sitting next to a man they had never expected to appear here at this time - Xiao Bingjie, who was dressed in colorful clothes.

Meng Feifan's handsome eyebrows can't help wrinkling slightly. Today, it is clearly agreed that he will take Xiao Qiao home and the family will get together. What is Xiao Bingjie doing here?

"Extraordinary, Xiao Qiao, you two have come back. My uncle and aunt and I have been waiting for you for a long time." Xiao Bingjie stood up gracefully and greeted them enthusiastically, as if she were half the master here.

"Hello, uncle and aunt." Mi Xiaoqiao shouted politely, with a slightly restrained voice.

She doesn't know why Xiao Bingjie is here today? It seems that Meng Feifan never mentioned it to her at all.

She was a little nervous when she came to see Meng Feifan's parents. Now she saw that Xiao Bingjie, who has always been incompatible with herself, was also here. At present, she felt even more uncomfortable.

"Well, sit down." Meng Wei motioned them to sit down.

Tang Liru didn't say anything, but looked at Mi Xiaoqiao sharply, just like examining.

Meng Fanfan took Mi Xiaoqiao to one side of the sofa and sat down. Mi Xiaoqiao took out the gifts he had prepared for Meng's father and mother, with the sweetest and clever smile on his face: "aunt and aunt, I didn't prepare anything special to see you today. These two bottles of wine and silk scarves were specially bought for you. I hope you like them."