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

Chapter 2692 A miss is a miss, never look back
"Then you might as well kill me."

If she could control herself not to think about Shen Hanyang, she would never think about it.

A miss is a miss, and you can never look back.

The unrequited love has come to an end.

Meng Zhanyang stared at Mo Xiaobai's indifferent face, and slowly let go of his hand.

He watched Mo Xiaobai open the suitcase, and then watched her take out the contraceptive pill and eat it.

The hand at the side unconsciously clenched into a fist.

His eyes fell on Mo Xiaobai's lower abdomen. He hoped that his child could take root there as soon as possible.

Unbeknownst to Mo Xiaobai, what she took was not a contraceptive pill at all.

Meng Zhanyang had already switched to vitamins for her.

Calling for room service, Meng Zhanyang deliberately prepared a candlelight dinner.

Mo Xiaobai didn't appreciate it, he ate his own, ignoring his existence.

"I will do it myself!"

Meng Zhanyang wanted to pour red wine for Mo Xiaobai affectionately, but he didn't want to, and she snatched the wine bottle from his hand.

The wine bottle knocked over the silver candlestick on the table because of the rude action.

Seeing the candlestick falling towards Mo Xiaobai, Meng Zhanyang stretched out his hand to block her.

Hot wax dripped on the back of Meng Zhanyang's hand, and the flame extinguished instantly when it touched the back of his hand, emitting a wisp of smoke.

"laugh……"

Meng Zhanyang gasped in pain.

He didn't have time to pay attention to his burns, he hurriedly grabbed Mo Xiaobai and looked him up and down: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay..." Mo Xiaobai stared blankly at Meng Zhanyang's red-hot back, and in the blink of an eye, a blister appeared.

He opened his mouth, and after muttering for a long time, Mo Xiaobai managed to utter these three words: "I'm sorry."

Meng Zhanyang smiled indifferently, stretched out his unburned hand and patted Mo Xiaobai's forehead: "It's okay."

"Ice cubes, it should be better." Mo Xiaobai grabbed a handful of ice cubes from the silver bucket of champagne and pressed them on the back of Meng Zhanyang's hand.

The cold feeling spread on the skin, and Meng Zhanyang sighed contentedly: "It's much more comfortable."

"That's good." The heat from the palm of his hand quickly turned the ice into water, Mo Xiaobai wiped off the water with a paper towel, and grabbed another handful of ice.

After repeating this several times, the redness and swelling on the back of Meng Zhanyang's hands eased.

"Thank you." Meng Zhanyang narrowed his eyes with a smile, and kissed Mo Xiaobai on the forehead, expressing his gratitude with practical actions.

"You're welcome." Mo Xiaobai replied hesitantly, let go of Meng Zhanyang's hand, and sat back in his seat: "Later, I'll go buy some medicine and apply it to prevent infection."

"Okay." Meng Zhanyang moved his fingers, feeling nothing serious, sat down, picked up the knife and fork and continued to eat the heart-shaped steak.

"Do you like it here?" Meng Zhanyang cut a small piece of beef and put it in his mouth, and said with a smile, "If you like it, we can stay for a few more days."

"The gold nest and the silver nest are not as good as my own kennel. Just play for a few days. I still want to go back as soon as possible."

What made her most uncomfortable was that Shen Hanyang lived next door, and she couldn't see her when she looked up, which made her suffer a lot.

"That's fine." Meng Zhanyang nodded, took a sip of red wine, and heard the laughter of men and women outside the door.

The sound insulation effect of this kind of ancient building is not very good, especially the old wooden doors, which have wide gaps at the top and bottom, and the sound from the corridor can easily be transmitted into the room.

Meng Zhanyang and Mo Xiaobai recognized at the same time that one of them was Shen Hanyang's voice.

Although Mo Xiaobai couldn't understand what Shen Hanyang was talking about, it must be very happy to be able to laugh while talking.

(End of this chapter)