Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

Maybe it's because after having fun with so many women, he feels that the first woman he gets is the best. He still looks young and beautiful when he comes back. That's why I have this intention to take myself as my own.

However, he is no longer the silly chess piece that can be manipulated by him at will.

How much sincerity and true feelings will he have for women? It doesn't count to exclude her. The women who were hurt by him can form a strengthened company.

It is impossible for her to return to such a cold, selfish, overbearing and amorous person! Never

Thinking, MI Xiaoqiao's fluctuating mood gradually subsided and returned to a quiet water stop.

She raised her chin and said sarcastically, "unfortunately, I don't love you anymore. Therefore, President Meng, although your words are wonderful, they can be said in vain. I won't go back to you, let alone fall in love with you."

"So, who do you love?" Meng Feifan finally couldn't bear it. There was a repressive flame in his dark eyes: "don't tell me, you just want to be the stepmother of other people's children."

This woman is really awkward. She challenges his bottom line again and again, so that he can't be angry.

"It's none of your business. It's my freedom to love or not. Even if I really want to be the stepmother of other people's children, what right do you have?" said Mi Xiaoqiao coldly.

"Really?" Meng Feifan got out of bed, walked behind her, hugged her tightly in his arms, gently kissed her earlobe, and asked vaguely: "Joel, do you really don't love me? Who was tossing clouds and rain with me in bed just now? Who responded so fiercely and shouted so happily in my arms..."

"Stop talking!" Mi Xiaoqiao's face "brushed" to the back of his ears, and interrupted him angrily.

Indeed, her performance just now was so incredible that she couldn't understand herself.

Mingming hated him so much, but under his passionate caress, her body was still boiling and burning like fire

What happened to her? Have you been lonely for too long these years?

"Why don't you say it? I'll say it!" Meng Fanfan turned her to face herself, looked down at her deeply, and said expectantly, "Joel, don't say you don't love me, your body has betrayed your heart. You love me, you still love me, don't you?"

"Don't be amorous. It's just the natural reaction of the body, and it has nothing to do with love." Mi Xiaoqiao pushed him away indifferently, and the corners of his lips aroused a casual smile: "Mr. Meng, your life has been so colorful in recent years. Haven't you heard of the word bed companion? Everyone is an adult. Going to bed is just a game of your love and my wish. Who still brings this together with love? Isn't it too stupid for you to say so?"

"Xiao Qiao, how can you become like this now?" Meng Feifan tightened his dark eyebrows. The expression on his face was surprised, angry and more sad.

"I'm telling the truth! Don't you think so when you're with so many women? Don't tell me you're going to bed with them because you love them!" Mi Xiaoqiao sneered and responded without weakness: "so it's normal for me to find some bed partners when I need them. Meng always has something to make a fuss about?"

Meng Feifan was speechless. He just stared at her fiercely. In his dark and sharp eyes, his anger almost swallowed her up.

Mi Xiaoqiao was too lazy to look at him again. He went back to the bedside and rearranged the messy sheets. Then he said faintly, "President Meng, it's very late. I'm going to rest. Should you go too?"

Meng Feifan lit a cigarette again, took a few breaths, and snuffed it out. He came and stood in front of her, raised her chin, and looked down at her gloomily: "OK, even a bed companion. Tell me your conditions. What do you want? Are you willing to be my bed companion?"

"Nothing, I don't want to be with you at all!" Mi Xiaoqiao knocked off his hand and became as cold as ice again.

Meng Feifan bit his teeth and felt a little unbearable. Just when he wanted to attack, MI Xiaoqiao's phone rang.

Mi Xiaoqiao went to the table and picked up his mobile phone. It turned out that it was mo Wenxuan. He quickly opened the answer button and softened the tone: "Hello, Mr. mo."

"Xiao Qiao, I just wanted to have a try, but you really haven't rested yet." there came Mo Wenxuan's voice as gentle as jade, but it seemed to be able to hear a trace of subtle joy.

"Hehe, I just slept a little late today..." two red clouds rose on MI Xiaoqiao's cheek and asked softly, "is there something wrong?"

"It's nothing..." Mo Wenxuan seemed to ponder a little, and then said in a low voice: "I just suddenly wanted to talk to you."

Before Mi Xiaoqiao could reply, the phone in his hand was suddenly snatched by someone. It was Meng Fanfan. He didn't see it, so he threw the phone that hadn't hung up out of the open window.

"You!" Mi Xiaoqiao looked at him in amazement, rushed to the window and looked down in vain.

God, she just bought a new mobile phone for less than a month and was thrown downstairs by this crazy bully!

"Don't look at the height of the 15th floor. You can know with your toes that your phone is completely useless without breaking into pieces." Meng Fanfan came over and raised his lips leisurely, as if he had finally done a very happy thing.

"Meng Feifan! Are you crazy!" Mi Xiaoqiao blushed angrily and wished he could jump to his feet and scold his mother: "Mr. Mo is my boss. I don't know what's wrong with calling so late? Just throw the phone away. You're really a super psychosis running out of the mental hospital. You're too ill to find the north?"

"A man calls a single woman in the middle of the night. What do you think will happen?" Meng Feifan calmly raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "it's nothing more than flirting. I can't give you this opportunity."

"Cut! Do you think people are like you? Don't always spend other people's gentleman's belly with your villain's heart!" Mi Xiaoqiao was angry, scratched his hair crazily, and felt distressed that his new mobile phone, which had not been used for a few days, was so wrongly scrapped. He couldn't help muttering angrily: "I just bought a new phone, it's gone..."

"I'll send you a new one tomorrow." Meng Feifan felt that she was so anxious and angry at this time, as if she was as cute as she was four years ago. Her heart turned tenderly and gently took her into her arms: "Joe, you'd better solve the things between us first, okay?"