Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

Mi Xiaoqiao rubbed his eyes and looked around. Only then did he find that there was no taxi or bus stop on this beautiful Boulevard.

Originally, this area was originally a high-end villa area with rich people. People who come in and out of here have their own luxury private cars. Where else do you need any bus stops?

In other words, it's a little difficult for her to go back to the city alone now. If you walk back on her two feet, you don't know when you're going to walk?

Now, what should she do?

Turn back? impossible! Even if she was killed, she didn't want to look back at Tang Liru's arrogant and picky cold face.

Call Meng Feifan? No, neither. She has just had such an unpleasant conflict with his mother. She is still angry and doesn't want to see him at all.

Forget it, just go on like this. Wherever you go, you can always walk home anyway.

Mi Xiaoqiao smiled bitterly at himself, rubbed his tears, and cried as he walked. All the grievances and sorrows seemed to flow into her heart at this moment. She felt so lonely and helpless.

At this time, the mobile phone rang. Take it out and see that it was Meng Feifan.

Mi Xiaoqiao watched for a long time, gently pressed the refuse to listen button and hung up the phone.

Her heart was still in a mess. Of course, she was a little angry when she saw Meng Feifan's phone. Although this matter doesn't seem to blame Meng extraordinary, MI Xiaoqiao is still a little angry at him.

Even if I answer the phone now, what can I tell him? Say his mother is bad? Crying out to him about the grievance he had just suffered?

She can't seem to do it. After all, it's his mother, and she doesn't want to do it.

However, the phone kept ringing. She hung up, rang, hung up and rang again. So repeated several times, MI Xiaoqiao finally couldn't stand it. He reached out and pressed the shutdown button to make the phone ring completely quiet.

She continued to walk ahead alone. Her eyes, which had just been wiped dry, were wet with tears and became blurred. She simply didn't bother to take care of it anymore. Anyway, no one saw it. Let her cry alone.

A black car drove smoothly past Mi Xiaoqiao. After driving a distance, it suddenly backed back and stopped steadily beside her.

The window rolled down, revealing a lovely little girl's face like an angel and her pure smile like snowflakes in spring: "aunt, what's the matter with you?"

Mi Xiaoqiao was stunned. There were many cars passing by her all the way, but no one noticed her, let alone stopped to ask her.

At this time, the concerned questions of the doll like little girl made her feel a little embarrassed.

She felt that it was really impolite to cry while walking here. She quickly wiped her tears and said, "nothing, I'm fine..."

"Miss, can I help you?" on the driver's seat next to the little girl, there was a calm and elegant man, about the little girl's father, who was very outstanding. He looks more than thirty years old, mature, elegant and elegant.

"Oh... Sir, if it's convenient, can you take me back to the city?" Mi Xiaoqiao wanted to say that he didn't need help, but suddenly remembered that he was in an embarrassing situation where he couldn't find a shop in front of the village and behind the village and couldn't get on the bus.

"Of course not." the man smiled and motioned Mi Xiaoqiao to get on the bus.

"Thank you." Mi Xiaoqiao thanked, opened the door and sat in the back seat.

The angel like little girl was a very lively and brave little guy. When she saw Mi Xiaoqiao get on the car, she immediately climbed from the front row to the back, sat close to MI Xiaoqiao, blinked her big eyes and looked at her: "aunt, you are so beautiful, just as bright as my mother."

"Ha ha, really? You are also very beautiful, as lovely as snow white." Mi Xiaoqiao smiled and touched the little girl's pink face. Under the gaze of such pure and clear eyes without a trace of impurities, her depressed mood seemed to be a lot more peaceful.

"But why did you cry just now?" the little girl asked curiously.

"Er... Aunt just met something unhappy, so she cried." Mi Xiaoqiao said frankly.

"Aunt, let me sing a song for you. In the past, if my mother was unhappy, she would laugh as long as she heard me sing." the little girl volunteered.

"OK, you sing." Mi Xiaoqiao looked at her with a smile. Such a clever and lovely baby is really popular.

"My good mother, how hard it is to come home from work and work all day. Mom, sit down, mom, sit down, please have a cup of tea, let me kiss you, let me kiss you, my good mother..." the little girl's childlike voice sounded in the car, ten minutes naive and lovely.

The two adults in the car listened with heartfelt smiles on their faces. The man's smile is deep and gratifying, while Mi Xiaoqiao is appreciative and moved.

After singing, the little girl put her hands around Mi Xiaoqiao's neck, "pa" kissed her on the face and asked with a smile, "aunt, am I good at singing?"

"Good, you sing so well." Mi Xiaoqiao smiled, took the lovely little girl to his lap, sat down and kissed her: "little baby, you are so smart, your mother is so happy."

"But my mother is gone and has gone far away..." the innocent smile on the little girl's face darkened a little, and her long and curly eyelashes dropped gently, but she soon perked up and said confidently: "However, my mother can still see what I'm doing. My father said that my mother is in heaven. As long as I obey, my mother will see me and be happy."

Mi Xiaoqiao was stunned. Such a beautiful, exquisite and angelic child, he didn't have a mother?

He looked up at the man in the front row who was concentrating on driving. The gentle smile just appeared had disappeared. At the moment, his handsome face was deep and could not see more emotions.

Mi Xiaoqiao said awkwardly, "I'm sorry... I don't know..."

"Nothing. It's rare for this child to be so happy. It seems that she fits in well with you. It's very valuable for me to see her talk so much with a strange aunt and take the initiative to sing songs for the first time." the man said quietly.

Mi Xiaoqiao lowered his head and gently asked the clever and lovely little angel in his arms, "baby, what's your name?"

"My name is mo Anqi, my surname is Mo's Mo, quiet an, Qi Qi's Qi, I'm just five years old this year." the little girl answered with a milk voice and said happily, "aunt, my father's name is mo Wenxuan. He's 33 years old, a university scholar and a big entrepreneur. He's great."