Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

"Hello," she said politely as she opened the answer button.

"Little Joe, do you know who I am?" a man's bright and joking voice came over there.

"Fang Rui, ha ha, you'll know as soon as you hear the voice." Mi Xiaoqiao couldn't help laughing. She was very comfortable dealing with such a cheerful and easy-going person as Fang Rui. She asked briskly, "what's the matter? Did Feifei let you find me? Why didn't she call me herself?"

"Feifei is not looking for you, but I have something to tell you." Fang Rui said.

"What's the matter?" Little Joe was really surprised.

Because the connection between Fang Rui and her is nothing more than related to Ye Feifei. This time, she said that ye Feifei didn't come to her. Why?

"Xiao Qiao, where are you?" Fang Rui didn't say it directly and asked her instead.

"I'm at a friend's house." Mi Xiaoqiao hesitated and whispered.

"Xiao Qiao, something happened to me. He wouldn't let me tell you. But I have to tell you after thinking about it." Fang Rui said solemnly, with a dignified tone rarely seen before.

"What's the matter with him?" Mi Xiaoqiao's heart jumped gently and couldn't help scolding himself for being too stupid. It should have been thought that Fang Rui is looking for her. If it has nothing to do with Feifei, it must be related to Meng Feifan.

"He's hurt, alas." Fang Rui said and sighed heavily.

"Hurt?" Mi Xiaoqiao frowned, his voice slightly changed tone: "what's the matter? Is it serious?"

When they separated during the day, he was still fine. Why was he suddenly injured?

"It's a little serious. He seems to be in a bad mood today. He drinks and fights with people in the bar. Although people recognize him soon, and security guards arrive in time, nothing serious has happened. However, you know, those gangsters usually carry knives..." Fang Rui said in a heavy tone.

"He was hit by the knife?" little Jordan took a breath and turned white.

"Yes, a knife in the chest and a knife in the shoulder shed a lot of blood..." Fang ruiyue said that it was more and more like that, and he couldn't help admiring himself: "the most urgent thing is that he didn't want to be hospitalized, so he wrapped it up and left. The doctor said that if he had such a serious injury, if he didn't take good care of it, the wound would be in trouble..."

"Where is he now?" Mi Xiaoqiao interrupted him anxiously.

"He went back to Jingyuan villa and said that the people he attached most importance to didn't care about him anyway. If he was hurt, he would live and die by himself." Fang Rui sighed slowly and said solemnly: "Alas, we can't persuade him well, Xiao Qiao, it depends on your ability..."

This guy! No more? Mi Xiaoqiao bit his teeth hard and almost shouted, "you let him listen to the phone!"

"I'm not with him now. When I sent him back to the villa, he drove us away and turned off the phone. I said he wouldn't tell you. I told you secretly." Fang Rui sighed helplessly.

"I'll be there right away!" Mi Xiaoqiao said heavily and hung up the phone.

"Xiao Qiao, what happened?" Mo Wenxuan asked with concern. Seeing her anxious face, he knew that something unusual must have happened.

"Mr. Mo, I have to go back right away. Can you give me a ride? I'm very hurt when I go to Jingyuan villa. I have to see him." Mi Xiaoqiao said eagerly.

"Oh, let's go." Mo Wenxuan was stunned and said immediately.

"HMM." Mi Xiaoqiao nodded, got up with his bag and was about to go downstairs.

"Aunt, what's the matter? Are you leaving? Won't you accompany me today?" Mo Anqi saw it and hurried over to ask.

"Yes, Angie, aunt can't accompany you today." Mi Xiaoqiao lowered his head, gently stroked her face and reluctantly smiled: "because my uncle was injured, my aunt has to see him."

Mo Anqi was stunned. She also knew that this was not a small matter. She didn't make any more trouble. She said wisely, "then I'll send my aunt with my father."

Sitting in the car, although Mo Wenxuan has raised the speed very fast, MI Xiaoqiao still feels that it seems so slow. The short distance in the past seems so far today.

Angie kept talking to her, but she was in no mood to talk more to the little girl. This may be the most perfunctory time for MI Xiaoqiao to talk to Mo Anqi for so long.

Because, her mind has been completely occupied by extreme panic and worry, just confused: how is he hurt? Two stabs and don't go to the hospital? My God? How can he not cherish his body at all

"Little Joe, don't worry too much. It'll be fine." Mo Wenxuan opened his mouth soothingly when he felt the girl's uneasiness and worry.

"Well, thank you." Mi Xiaoqiao said gratefully. Tears filled her eyes, and she quickly wiped them off.

As if at this time, she really realized how important Meng Feifan was to her. And if she really lost Meng Feifan, how painful it would be for her.

This feeling, which has always stayed in the deepest part of her heart, has nothing to do with money, status, and even doesn't want to consider how much pain and destruction his family has brought to her body and mind. I just hope he is all right, safe, happy and happy

At the Jingyuan villa, MI Xiaoqiao thanked and hurried off the bus. After taking two steps, he turned back to look at Mo Wenxuan and said with a complex look: "I'm sorry..."

The three simple and ordinary words are a little inexplicable at this time. Ordinary people certainly don't understand what she means by saying so?

But Mo Wenxuan understood. He knew that she was telling him clearly and tactfully: now, she has seen who is the person she really can't give up in her heart. She was telling him in this way that she had made the final choice. She still loves Meng Feifan

Staring at the girl's slender and beautiful back, Mo Wenxuan quickly disappeared into the trees in the garden of Jingyuan villa. Mo Wenxuan raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, feeling disappointed at the bottom of his heart.

Although we have passed the age of feeling trapped and hurt by emotion, we have long expected that there may be the most disappointing result.

However, at this moment, looking at her gently walking out of her sight and out of her future life, my heart still feels so painful and reluctant to part with

"Dad, auntie, don't you want us?" the child who lost her mother from childhood was really sensitive. At this moment, Mo Anqi seemed to have a hunch of something and looked at her father eagerly.

That look, like a poor little animal.