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

Chapter 2676 She Can't Stand His Gentleness
His palm touched her tender face, and a palpitating feeling filled his body.

"Little lazy pig, the sun is drying your ass, get up!" Meng Zhanyang smiled and shook his head, pretending to be sleeping was too bad, his eyelashes trembled so violently, like butterfly wings.

Don't get up, don't get up, just don't get up!
Mo Xiaobai lay there motionless, deaf to Meng Zhanyang's words.

"If you don't get up again, I'll... kiss you!" Meng Zhanyang threatened, his hot lips were already close together.

Hearing this, Mo Xiaobai sat up at once, staring at Meng Zhanyang with rounded almond eyes, and scolded angrily: "You are so annoying, you compete with Tang Seng."

"Get up and eat breakfast, skipping breakfast is very harmful to the body."

Meng Zhanyang smiled faintly, pampered Mo Xiaobai's head, turned and left the room.

"Damn it!" Mo Xiaobai made a face at Meng Zhanyang's back, stuck out his tongue before jumping out of bed, and went to the bathroom to wash off.

Meng Zhanyang waited in the living room for a long time, but when Mo Xiaobai was nowhere to be seen, he went in and called her again, only to find out that she had washed her hair and was sitting by the bed wiping her hair.

Stepping forward quickly, he opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out the hair dryer, and carefully dried her wet hair.

Mo Xiaobai's hair is very long and of good quality, and she has been taking care of it carefully.

This was the first time Meng Zhanyang had blow-dried Mo Xiaobai's hair.

She couldn't bear his tenderness.

Gentleness is like poison, it not only poisons people, but also paralyzes the heart.

Mo Xiaobai sat with his legs bent, his chin resting on his knees.

She squinted her eyes slightly, feeling his fingers gently caressing her long hair, so light and soft, as if she was a work of art that could not tolerate any rough treatment.

The hair dryer was beeping, and the warm air from it made her drowsy from the comfort.

The voice that made her feel very noisy on weekdays unexpectedly revealed warmth. This kind of warmth that should only belong to a husband and wife actually happened to her and Meng Zhanyang.

She never dreamed that the first person to help her dry her hair would be Meng Zhanyang, whom she hated the most.

Is she still dreaming?
She gently pinched the back of her hand.

The sharp stabbing pain made her frowned. It turned out that this was not a dream, but a reality that was even more unbelievable than a dream.

Turning his head slowly, he could only see Meng Zhanyang's chest, and when he looked up again, he was smiling gently at her.

A smile cleaner than distilled water, without any impurities.

A row of neat and white teeth gave him a bit of childlike innocence, and his deep eyes shone like stars, and a little bit of starlight shone into her eyes at once.

He asked softly, "What kind of eyes do you have, it's weird!"

Mo Xiaobai didn't know what kind of eyes he had, just now, he looked a little dazed.

Are you insane?

She turned her head in embarrassment, staring at her shiny toenails, and didn't answer Meng Zhanyang's words, but her heart had already started beating irregularly.

While eating the breakfast made by Meng Zhanyang himself, Mo Xiaobai looked absently towards the guest room, wondering if Shen Hanyang had left.

Alas... my heart, I don't know where it flew to.

"Concentrate on eating, no one is inside."

Standing behind Mo Xiaobai, Meng Zhanyang rubbed the top of her hair in a depressed mood.

Besides Shen Hanyang, couldn't she hold others in her heart?
Having been seen through by Meng Zhanyang, Mo Xiaobai lowered his head in embarrassment and concentrated on eating the sandwich on the plate.

(End of this chapter)