The sky-high cute baby, the president's daddy delivered it to the door

Chapter 2641: Crazy With Jealousy

Mo Xiaobai in the photo is wearing the pink dress she is wearing today, but the color was much more beautiful then.

Her smile was bright, and Qi Shaochen, who was next to her, casually held her shoulders and was also smiling, but his smile was much more restrained.

"When was this photo taken?" Picking up the photo casually, Meng Zhanyang looked steadily at Mo Xiaobai who was making the bed.

"Which one?" Mo Xiaobai turned his head and saw the photo in Meng Zhanyang's hand. His heart sank suddenly, and he didn't want to think about it any more, so he said perfunctorily, "I don't remember."

She thought that she had already burned all the photos of Qi Shaochen who had appeared on camera, but unexpectedly, there was one in the book.

Meng Zhanyang didn't believe that she didn't remember, but he didn't ask any further questions. He turned the photo over and found a line of beautiful small characters. Meng Zhanyang recognized that it was Mo Xiaobai's handwriting.

"If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be in the same day and night."

It really is a young girl's feelings, expressing her feelings in verse.

Mo Xiaobai shook out the quilt before turning around, grabbed the photo in Meng Zhanyang's hand, tore it into pieces, and threw it into the trash can without any regrets.

If she loves someone, she can love with all her heart, but if she hates someone, she can also hate to the point where she can't get rid of her.

He looked at Mo Xiaobai who was furious, and after a while, Meng Zhanyang asked, "Do you still care about him?"

Leaning at Meng Zhanyang, Mo Xiaobai said firmly, "I don't care anymore, I only hate him now."

How much love is, how deep is hatred.

Although Mo Xiaobai categorically denied it, Meng Zhanyang could still tell that she cared a lot.

It's just that he doesn't know whether Mo Xiaobai cares about Qi Shaochen, or the true love she has given, maybe both.

"Xiaobai, I don't want you to be burdened, and I don't want you to live in hatred. I just want you to be happy. Let me handle other things. You are only responsible for making yourself happy every day."

Meng Zhanyang gently embraced Mo Xiaobai's thin shoulders, only to realize that her body was trembling against Xiaobai.

"I can't be happy."

Still angry, Mo Xiaobai shook his head, tilted his body, and pressed his forehead against Meng Zhanyang's chest. He could vaguely feel his heartbeat.

Inexplicably, her heart also jumped.

A little messy, a little miscellaneous, and a little strangely lively.

"Don't think too much." With his chin resting on top of Mo Xiaobai's head, Meng Zhanyang's arms tightened: "I will definitely do what I promised you, and it won't be long before you can get your wish."

"Thank you."

Mo Xiaobai rubbed away the mist in his eyes, raised his head and smiled at Meng Zhanyang: "My mother should have already cooked the meal, let's go out!"

"Yeah!" Released Mo Xiaobai, Meng Zhanyang turned and opened the door, and the aroma of tomato scrambled eggs came over his face.

Mo's mother made five home-cooked dishes, which were not very rich for Meng Zhanyang, who was used to delicacies from mountains and seas, but he ate them with more relish than delicacies from mountains and seas.

"Xiao Meng, eat more fish. The fish in the lake are not polluted and the meat is very fresh."

Mo's mother and Mo Guoqing were a little too enthusiastic, and they kept adding food to Meng Zhanyang, for fear that he might not eat well.

"There's no food, it's not good to eat, but you must be full."

Holding back his smile, Mo Xiaobai glanced at Meng Zhanyang from time to time, until the vegetables in his bowl were piled up as high as a hill, and then he couldn't help but say, "Dad, Mom, don't add vegetables to Meng Zhanyang, he has A clean freak who never uses tableware that others have used, if you use your own chopsticks to pick up food for him, how can he eat it."

(End of this chapter)