Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

"No, Auntie still likes Angie and will be as good to Angie as before." Mo Wenxuan leaned down his face, kissed his little daughter gently and said in a low voice: "only, Auntie will have her own life. Angie has grown up slowly and can't stick to her like when she was young and let her aunt accompany you."

"Oh, let's go home. I want to sleep." Mo Anqi nodded in a muddled way, and her little heart also had great loss: "anyway, aunt went to see her uncle and won't come back..."

Mi Xiaoqiao walked into the Jingyuan villa after a few years. All the scenes were so familiar and strange.

Even the flowers and plants in the courtyard seem to have not changed at all. Every plant, flower and tree still has a kind atmosphere, which moves her and hurts her

The hall didn't close. Mi Xiaoqiao went straight in.

Aunt Liu and uncle Liu were talking and laughing while cleaning up the house. When they looked up, they suddenly saw Mi Xiaoqiao standing in the middle of the house.

Both old men thought their eyes were dazed, looked at her, and forgot to speak for a moment.

"Uncle Liu, Aunt Liu..." Mi Xiaoqiao shouted with mixed feelings.

"Miss, it's really a miss!" Aunt Liu returned to her senses. She was immediately surprised and happy. She came over and took Mi Xiaoqiao's hand, looked left and right, and wiped her tears: "we are telling the young master every day that we hope the miss can come back. Unexpectedly, the Miss really came back."

Mi Xiaoqiao's eyes are red, but now she doesn't care about talking to Aunt Liu. She is full of thoughts about Meng Feifan's injury and asks eagerly, "how is he now? Does it matter?"

"Er..." Aunt Liu was stunned and looked at each other with uncle Liu. She didn't know what to say?

Why did the young lady ask the young master as soon as she came back? Young master Fang sent him back just now. He seems to have drunk too much, but I didn't hear that he was hurt.

Looking at the strange expression of Aunt Liu and uncle Liu, MI Xiaoqiao felt more uneasy. He thought that Meng Feifan was in a very bad condition. His face changed instantly: "what's the matter with him?"

"Miss, the young master is resting upstairs. Go up and have a look." uncle Liu reacted faster and said quickly.

Anyway, what's going on? Let their two enemies solve it by themselves.

At home, the young master often feels dejected and sighs at the things used by the young lady. Everyone can see that he is thinking of Miss wholeheartedly.

Now that the young lady has finally come back, everyone should be happy

Mi Xiaoqiao hurried up the second floor, stepped into the once familiar room and saw Meng Feifan sleeping quietly in bed.

Qingjun's face is still handsome and handsome enough to make countless girls of dream age scream. However, there was more vicissitudes and loneliness that were difficult to hide between the eyebrows, as if they were bearing a lot of unbearable spiritual burden.

Mi Xiaoqiao's heart was sour. He went to the bed and sat down. He whispered, "fan, how are you? You'd better go to the hospital and I'll go with you."

Meng Feifan opened his eyes, covered up the ecstasy and excitement in his heart, pretended to be surprised and said, "Joel, why are you here? I'm not dreaming?"

"It's not a dream, I'm really here." Mi Xiaoqiao wanted to smile at him, but tears burst out of his eyes: "where are you hurt? Show me."

"Am I hurt? Eh, Joel, why don't I know?" Meng Feifan coughed guilty, sat up and said, "no, I just drank a little too much with Fang Rui, didn't I get hurt..."

Mi Xiaoqiao took a closer look. Meng Feifan was wearing a clean set of pajamas. His whole body was neat and intact. Where was there a trace of injury? He said angrily, "why did Fang Rui tell me that you were hurt by someone else's knife and got two knives?"

"Well, did that guy say that?" Meng Feifan picked a thick black sword eyebrow, with a very innocent expression and a few threads of moderate indignation: "Fang Rui is joking. It's getting worse and worse. He cursed me for getting hurt in front of you? Joel, I'll clean him up tomorrow."

"You! What's the matter? You and Fang Rui teamed up to cheat me, didn't you?" Mi Xiaoqiao was not a fool. Looking at his evasive eyes, he had already understood the general situation of the matter and stood up angrily.

"Joe, don't be angry." Meng Feifan hurried out of bed and held her tightly in his arms: "I admit that I cooperated with him to do so, but all this is because I miss you so much. Fang Rui is willing to help me because he sympathizes with me and can't bear to watch me drink alone on the Mid Autumn Festival."

"Then you shouldn't lie to me! Do you know how worried I was on the way here?" Mi Xiaoqiao was so angry that tears fell down, pushed him away and wanted to go: "I'm dying of anxiety. It turned out that you were secretly hiding and laughing. I'm really a fool!"

"Joe, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Meng Fanfan hugged her again and explained eagerly and sincerely: "If I don't, when will you understand my weight in your heart? Joel, do you know how hard I've endured these months? Seeing you and Mr. Mo's father and daughter as close as a family of three every day, and I can only wait silently. This kind of life is really worse than hurting me with a knife. If it goes on like this, I'll hurt if I don't hurt myself."

Then he took Mi Xiaoqiao's small hand and put it on his chest. He sighed and said, "in fact, I've been injured. Here's the injury. Touch it. The internal injury is serious. I'm going crazy with pain."

Mi Xiaoqiao beat his chest heavily and cried, "deserved it! Who made you so bad! Who made me suffer so much because of you..."

"Yes, I deserve it. Joel, punish me. Punish me all my life. It's good for you." Meng Fanfan hugged her painfully and solemnly promised: "I promise you that from now on, I won't let you suffer a little, and I won't let you suffer a little..."

Mi Xiaoqiao didn't speak, just buried his head in his generous chest and cried wantonly and wrongly.

Meng Feifan picked up the girl's tearful little face and gently kissed away the tears on her cheek bit by bit. The hot and passionate kiss finally slipped on her soft and sweet red lips and was no longer willing to leave

The two people's breath blended intimately, annihilating all Mi Xiaoqiao's senses.

Her breathing was disordered, her heart jumped violently, and the world seemed to be shrouded in a colorful halo. Everything is like a dream, and the feeling of floating and flying fills the whole body.