Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

The next day was Sunday. Meng Feifan came to MI Xiaoqiao early and asked someone to send her a TV, air conditioner, microwave oven and other household appliances.

When he left last night, he left a note for MI Xiaoqiao, took her door key and said he would match one, that is, he could use it at any time today and in the future.

To be honest, on such a hot day, he found it hard to imagine how to live without air conditioning in the little girl's room. So I had my stuff delivered early in the morning.

However, the little girl was still sleeping and was afraid of disturbing her, so she didn't ask someone to install it for the time being.

Mi Xiaoqiao slept a comfortable lie in. When he walked out of the door, he saw Meng Feifan sitting outside to debug the TV. On the ground, there are also two brand-new air conditioners, one large and one small.

"Why are you here? And these things... What do you want to do?" looking at the humble living room with several new equipment, MI Xiaoqiao was surprised.

She hasn't found the little note beside the bed. She doesn't know that someone has decided to match her home key.

"Didn't I leave you a note? I took your key and matched it with one. These things are all you need." Meng Feifan hooked up the enchanting lips like demons, and his free and easy expression was very natural: "you wash your face first. I bought soybean milk and fried dough sticks and warmed them for you."

Er, this man really doesn't treat himself as an outsider.

Mi Xiaoqiao raised his hand and rubbed his messy long hair. He didn't know what to say?

After thinking about it at will, she finally recognized it and went to the bathroom to wash without saying a word. Anyway, for people like Meng Feifan, giving these to others may only be equivalent to giving another toy.

When she came out after washing, Meng Feifan also warmed up her breakfast. He is calling someone to install an air conditioner.

After a while, the air-conditioning worker came with tools on his back and began to be really busy. The large one was installed in the living room and the small one in her bedroom.

Then Mo Wenxuan called and asked where Mi Xiaoqiao was now? Said Angie wanted to play with her.

"Hehe, I just got up and was having breakfast. Let her come over." Mi Xiaoqiao smiled and said.

When she talked with Mo Wenxuan, there was a calm, gentle and almost supple expression on her face, which made Meng Feifan, who sat aside and watched them talk on the phone, feel a little jealous.

However, all he could show was a sigh of disappointment.

Mo Wenxuan soon sent Mo Anqi. Seeing Meng Feifan here, he didn't seem to feel too much surprise. After a few words of light greetings, he said he still had something to do. He left Mo Anqi alone and said he would pick her up in the evening.

So, this whole day, Meng Fanfan and Mi Xiaoqiao had another chirping little tail, and they couldn't shake it off if they wanted to.

And no matter what you do or where you play? Or where to eat? It's really like inviting a supreme little emperor.

Mo Anqi is still not very friendly to Meng Feifan. Even if the uncle took her to play several times and invited her to eat so many delicious food, she still can't eliminate the natural hostility and vigilance towards him.

Because she always felt that this uncle was going to rob her favorite aunt.

After playing outside all afternoon, Mo Anqi opened a golden mouth again and said she wanted to eat the meal cooked by her aunt.

Mi Xiaoqiao always loved her. Of course, he wouldn't say anything more, and readily agreed. Several people went to the supermarket to buy vegetables. When they got home, MI Xiaoqiao cooked himself.

Mo Anqi, who likes to keep pace with MI Xiaoqiao all day, didn't follow her to the kitchen this time. But stayed outside with Meng Feifan and played with the Barbie doll they just bought for her.

In the living room, Meng Feifan watches TV while drinking tea. Mo Anqi is dedicated to playing with her new toys.

The two men are in separate camps, doing their own things and not interfering with each other.

After a while, Mo Anqi suddenly looked up and asked, "uncle, what's the relationship between you and aunt now?"

"What do you think?" Meng Feifan asked her with great interest. He thought the little guy was a little interesting.

"I think ah, your relationship is pretty good, but it's not as good as my father's relationship with my aunt." Mo Anqi blinked her big black eyes and said it correctly.

"Ha ha, why do you say that?" Meng Feifan smiled bitterly and asked.

"Uncle, do you want to chase your aunt and marry her?" Mo Anqi didn't answer, but asked him solemnly again.

"Of course, we should have been married long ago." Meng Fanfan said frankly.

"Oh, uncle, it's impossible for you to marry your aunt." Mo Anqi looked at him sympathetically, ran to him with a few threads of mystery and excitement, and whispered, "I'll tell you a secret, my aunt may marry my father. Yesterday, I saw my father holding my aunt and kissing my aunt."

Meng Feifan didn't speak, but the tea cup in his hand was obviously crooked. All the tea spilled out and wet his light trousers.

"Hey, uncle, in fact, you don't have to be too sad. You are still very handsome. You should be able to find a beautiful aunt to marry you." Mo Anqi was so clever that she began to comfort him with kindness.

Meng Feifan still didn't say anything. Junlang's eyebrows were tightly wrinkled together. The whole heart, the whole person, is like being immersed in highly corrosive hydrochloric acid and burning.

At this time, MI Xiaoqiao came out of the kitchen and affectionately greeted them: "dinner, come and have dinner."

"Oh! I've gone to eat what my aunt cooked!" Mo Anqi cheered and ran to the table.

"Why don't you move?" Mi Xiaoqiao glanced at Meng Feifan, who was still sitting on the sofa like an ice sculpture. He said unhappily, "are you still waiting for me to bring it to you?"

Meng Feifan came over and grabbed her hand recklessly: "Joe, give me some more time. Don't drive me to the 18th floor of hell so quickly!"

"What?" Mi Xiaoqiao frowned in surprise, completely baffled: "who wants to drive you to the 18th floor of hell? I call you to eat. What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I heard angel say that yesterday, her father held you and kissed you, didn't he?" Meng Feifan firmly held her hand and refused to release it. His eyes were like a deep lake full of passion, full of complex pain.