Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

It's rare for anyone to faint several times in a day. But Mi Xiaoqiao really did. He fainted three times in a row.

She is too weak, and the mental damage is too big for her, so she can't breathe at all

When he woke up again, MI Xiaoqiao lay in the hospital again. It was still white walls and beds, but she knew it must not be Anya hospital.

She saw her slender arm with a hanging bottle needle and half a bottle of glucose water dripping into her body through the vein drop by drop.

Mi Xiaoqiao moved a little and suddenly heard a little girl crying: "aunt, are you awake? You were so scary just now. I'm afraid my aunt won't wake up."

Turning around, I saw Mo Anqi sitting uneasily at the head of her bed, with big eyes flickering and twinkling tears.

So it was this weird little girl who saved her? He also took her to the hospital and stood nervously by her side.

As soon as Mi Xiaoqiao's heart was warm, he gently squeezed out a weak smile: "Angie, it's all right. Aunt just fainted. She'll be fine in a minute."

"Dad said the same, but my mother once fell asleep in the hospital and never woke up." Mo Anqi whispered, her expression still palpitating.

"Angie, Auntie is different. Auntie is not sick. Don't you think Auntie is well now?" Mi Xiaoqiao raised the hand that didn't drip and comfortingly stroked Mo Angie's tender face.

"Well, I'll tell Dad." Mo Anqi nodded and ran out.

Soon, Mo Wenxuan followed his little daughter into the ward. Today, he is wearing a white shirt and brown casual pants. He still looks so deep and elegant.

"Thank you, Mr. Mo," said Mi Xiaoqiao gratefully.

"You're welcome. The doctor said you were in a coma caused by too weak constitution. You should have a good rest and supplement more nutrition. You should be all right." Mo Wenxuan smiled gently.

"I know..." Mi Xiaoqiao pursed his lips and said sincerely, "anyway, I want to thank you and Angie."

"Hehe, Miss MI, don't say that again. Angie rarely meets an aunt who likes her so much. I'm glad to help you." Mo Wenxuan slightly hooks the lip corner, as if he has known Mi Xiaoqiao for a long time. The warm smile makes people feel at ease.

"Aunt, how could you suddenly faint in the street? Where's that fierce uncle? Does he care about you?" Mo Anqi inserted curiously.

Mi Xiaoqiao's heart stabbed heavily, as if an iron needle had pierced it hard and shed blood.

The mist of tears quickly filled her eyes. She held back and said in a low, inaudible voice, "he has gone elsewhere..."

"Aunt, will you marry him?" Mo Anqi refused to give up, blinking her big black eyes and looking at her almost expectantly.

"No..." Mi Xiaoqiao spit out three words low and turned his head sadly.

Mo Anqi wanted to ask again. Mo Wenxuan stopped her and said, "angel, don't you see that aunt is tired now? Don't make noise, aunt. Let's go and help aunt bring something to eat."

"OK, aunt, wait a minute, my father and I will buy you food." Mo Anqi heard that MI Xiaoqiao would not get married, as if she was a little happy and went out with her father excitedly.

Hearing that their footsteps were far away, MI Xiaoqiao no longer scruples. His face turned to the wall and let the sad tears flow down smoothly

Mo Wenxuan's father and daughter came back soon. They brought her red jujube porridge in the porridge palace.

"Auntie, get up, sit up and eat something. Only when you eat well can you get better quickly." Mo Anqi walked to the bedside, said like a little adult, holding Mi Xiaoqiao to sit up. When she looked up, she saw her red and swollen eyes and tears that had not been dried in time. She immediately panicked and said timidly, "Auntie, did you cry?"

"Aunt is a little sad..." Mi Xiaoqiao forced out a smile to her with tears.

"Auntie, don't be sad. That uncle won't accompany auntie, I will accompany auntie." Mo Anqi said wisely, stretching out her chubby little hand and gently wiping her tears.

"Angie is so good, Auntie is not sad, not sad..." Mi Xiaoqiao said with emotion, but tears were in profusion, and more fell down

Looking at such a naive, lovely, clever and sensible child, she couldn't help thinking that she had only existed for three months and didn't know whether it was a man or a woman, so she left her child in the most tragic way. Why didn't she feel like a knife in her heart and burst into tears?

Under the care of Mo Wenxuan's father and daughter, MI Xiaoqiao finished the drip and ate a bowl of red jujube porridge. Her strength and spirit recovered a little, so she wanted to leave the hospital.

Mo Wenxuan advised, "Miss MI, the doctor said you are still very weak. It's best to stay in the hospital for a few more days and hang a hanging needle. You'd better listen to the doctor."

"Yes, aunt Qiao, don't leave the hospital before you get well. I'll see you every day." Mo Anqi also said solemnly.

Mi Xiaoqiao thought to himself mockingly that he was temporarily homeless when he was out of the hospital. Anyway, he doesn't need money now. If he spends more hospital expenses, he won't insist on leaving the hospital.

So she stayed in the hospital at ease.

Every day, Mo Anqi came to see her. Sometimes her father brought her. Sometimes Mo Wenxuan didn't have time, so she asked grandma sun to bring her. When they knew that there were no other relatives around her, they also undertook the task of delivering food to her.

In fact, MI Xiaoqiao's body has no other major problems, but he is a little weak after miscarriage. Just lose a bottle of glucose a day. She can move freely at other times.

Mo's father and daughter are not related to her, but they take care of her so carefully. She feels very sorry. She told them more than once that she didn't have to come to see her or send her meals. She could go out to eat by herself.

But Mo Anqi came to accompany her every day after school, told her about the new things that happened in the kindergarten, and showed her the songs and dances she learned.

When Mi Xiaoqiao was so depressed and sad, the clever Mo Anqi was like a popular pistachio, which brought a ray of fresh sunshine and endless comfort to her gray and depressed heart. She also liked this ghost and strange little cute more and more.

My child is so painfully lost that I have no chance to love him again. Let's transfer my love and thoughts to the clever little angel.