Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

For a moment, she opened her mouth in amazement and was petrified. It was like meeting a ghost in broad daylight.

Even Xiao Bingjie, who is usually exquisite in all directions and most meets the wind to make the rudder, was shocked by this completely unexpected scene at this moment. I couldn't say a word for a long time, and even forgot to comfort Tang Liru.

When Mi Xiaoqiao looked at the shocked and stunned look on the faces of the two women she hated and hated most, he only felt a burst of happiness and great comfort in his heart.

In the past, they insulted and bullied her wantonly. She didn't have the slightest strength to fight back and swallowed her blood and tears into her stomach.

Now, she is no longer the weak, slaughtered little sheep.

Whoever wants to bully her is not so easy! She won't bear it anymore! She will never give anyone another chance to insult and abuse herself!

Looking at Tang Liru's dull, white and wet face, MI Xiaoqiao straightened his back and said fiercely word by word: "Old witch, don't think women all over the world want to marry into your Meng family! I tell you, your precious son is not as good as garbage in my eyes now! You tell me this, you might as well take good care of your own son and let him avoid provoking me in the future! Even if I marry a pig and a dog, I won't marry your Meng family!"

After listening to the "crash" sound from behind, MI Xiaoqiao turned around and saw Meng Feifan standing behind her, his handsome face full of ferocious anger. The tea cup he was holding fell heavily to the ground, glass fragments splashed everywhere, and the tea flowed all over the ground

Mi Xiaoqiao snorted coldly and was about to leave after passing him.

Meng Feifan grabbed her wrist. Her voice and face were frighteningly cold, just like frozen ice for thousands of years: "you just said you love me, want to marry me, and want to go to Provence for your honeymoon. Are they false?"

"Yes! It's all fake!" Mi Xiaoqiao was undaunted, with a sharp mockery on his face: "I just want your psychopathic old witch mother to see who's sticking to who? Who wants to pester who to get married? Lest she always mention these words in front of me and make me sick!"

"Xiao Qiao, you're really going too far!" Meng Feifan tightly tightened his dark eyebrows and stared at her with an expression that wanted to swallow her. His eyes were angry and full of unspeakable pain: "even if I love you, I don't condone all your capital that can mess with you!"

"Oh, I'm too much? You Meng family forced me to be too much! You people deceived me too much! Mi Xiaoqiao smiled coldly, laughing sadly and bleakly, and tears were about to fall: "Meng Fanfan, I've made it clear to you today that I never wanted to marry you at all! Since the day I left four years ago, I never wanted to marry you again! Because you are the son of the old witch! If you want to marry me, it's a daydream! Unless the old witch in your family is killed by a car, drowned in a river, fell on foot! I'm like this broken cup, you and I can't do it Yes! "

As he spoke, MI Xiaoqiao grabbed the empty drink cup on the table and threw it to the ground.

On the ground, there was another sound of broken glass. Other customers in the restaurant looked here one after another, and the restaurant manager who got the news quickly came here.

Mi Xiaoqiao didn't take these into account. The pain of being forcibly removed from her child and four years of wandering alone broke out in her heart at the moment, making her look like a burning goddess of vengeance.

After the hysterical vent, she shook off Meng Feifan's hand and rushed out quickly.

It's incredible that this girl looks so beautiful, so elegant and does things so savagely.

Meng Feifan bit his teeth angrily and was about to catch up, but suddenly heard Xiao Bingjie's panicked voice: "aunt, aunt! What's the matter with you... Feifan! Look, aunt seems to have a problem!"

He turned his head and saw that his mother Tang Liru was white and lying on the sofa, unconscious

Running all the way out of the western restaurant, MI Xiaoqiao's tears kept falling like broken beads.

Today, she finally took revenge. She poured all the thick and cold drinks on the arrogant old witch's face, knocking off her dignity and arrogance. She took a bad breath for herself and her child who had wronged and left four years ago.

However, although he was angry, why didn't he feel the pleasure of revenge? Instead, he was so painful, so depressed and so sad?

His chest was aching one after another, and his mind was like a mess of cotton. His footsteps became so heavy and sad, as if he had lost some of the most precious things

Mi Xiaoqiao walked aimlessly on the crowded street, crying for a while, and didn't care about passers-by's curious or surprised eyes.

She, who has not shed tears for a long time, cried again today.

Later, she came to a bar. It was the time reversal bar she played with Ye Feifei a few years ago. She always liked the name. When she passed here, she walked in without hesitation.

I walked in and couldn't help thinking: how can time go back? If you can really go back, how good it would be

Mi Xiaoqiao sat in an unobtrusive corner, drinking cup after cup.

After several years of hard work and experience in the workplace, she is no longer the little girl who didn't drink at all. Sometimes when she goes out to socialize, she will drink some wine appropriately. So, now she is still a little drunk.

The ancients said that borrowing wine can relieve worries. It seems that it still makes sense.

She can't remember how much wine she ordered? Anyway, the painful mood really seems to weaken a little. It's just that my head is getting more and more dizzy, and I feel a little exaggerated when I see things in front of me.

On the stage, a young female singer was sitting quietly, singing a lyrical old song:

The past oath is like the colorful bookmarks in the textbook, depicting how many beautiful poems, but it is a burst of smoke after all. The story of running water, which takes away time, has changed two people. In that sentimental and tearful youth for the first time... The distant journey, yesterday's dream and distant laughter, how many miles have we gone to meet again. It is no longer the old familiar, I have the old fanatical dream, nor is it the old familiar, you still have a smile. Running water, the story that takes away time, has changed us, in that sentimental and first recalled youth

The sad and beautiful lyrics are like a true portrayal of her mood at this time. Listening quietly, MI Xiaoqiao covered his face with his hands and burst into tears