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

Chapter 2344 Ambiguity
Meng Zhanyang didn't intend to keep Mo Xiaobai, but with the footsteps of her leaving, loneliness came silently, and he had no choice but to speak.

Mo Xiaobai wanted to refuse, but after another thought, Meng Zhanyang was her immediate boss, and it wasn't too much of a request, so she endured it!

"it is good!"

Meng Zhanyang turned over and leaned his head on the armrest on the side of the sofa. Mo Xiaobai stood behind him very easily.

"Use a little bit of strength...yes...go on, the strength is just right..."

Mo Xiaobai's skillful hands relieved Meng Zhanyang's dizziness. He enjoyed it very much, with a satisfied smile on his lips.

His fingers kept running through the thick and shiny black hair, which soon became sore and limp.

Mo Xiaobai shook his sore hand: "I'm exhausted, I'll take a break!"

Sitting next to Meng Zhanyang, she began to complain: "I'm so busy these days, I'm almost exhausted!"

"Yeah, you're the only one who is busy, busier than ****, I'll give you a couple of squeezes." Meng Zhanyang stretched out his hand with a sullen smile.

He clearly felt that Mo Xiaobai's body trembled the moment his hand dropped.

The smile on the corner of the lips is stronger!
Meng Zhanyang's touch made Mo Xiaobai feel like a light on his back, she bit the bullet, clenched her teeth, and endured his finger movements with difficulty.

The cells are trembling, the skin is jumping, and even the heart is out of rhythm.

For Meng Zhanyang, massage is enjoyment, but for Mo Xiaobai, it is torture, as if there are countless ants crawling on his body.

"Don't pinch it, it's so uncomfortable!"

Meng Zhanyang deliberately confronted Mo Xiaobai, he just kept on asking, pretending to be concerned: "How is it? Is the strength suitable?"

"Inappropriate, very inappropriate!"

Meng Zhanyang's hand brushed Mo Xiaobai's neck vaguely, and the chilly feeling made her shrink subconsciously, and said vaguely: "I...it's time to go back to school."

Meng Zhanyang pursed his thin lips, and a smile flickered in his eyes: "What's the rush? If you're tired, take a rest."

The satin-like silky hair exudes a charming fragrance, like a clear spring flowing through the fingertips, and one can't help but roll up a bundle, which is so smooth and silky that people can't put it down.

Feeling his hair being held by Meng Zhanyang, Mo Xiaobai flicked it up.

The hair glides over the palm, leaving only a gentle touch and a faint lingering fragrance.

"President Meng, I'm leaving!" Mo Xiaobai was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to look directly at Meng Zhanyang. He bowed, his hair hanging down his cheeks, and the faint mint fragrance belonging to Meng Zhanyang rushed into his nostrils.

Meng Zhanyang leaned on the sofa leisurely, and waved his hand: "I'm a little hungry, let's cook dumplings!"

"Okay!" Mo Xiaobai was flustered, and hid in the kitchen as if fleeing.

The kitchen of this luxury apartment is completely furnished, with all pots and pans, all brand new, even the trademark has not been torn off.

After washing the pot and boiling water, Mo Xiaobai stood blankly in front of the sink, recalling the feeling of Meng Zhanyang touching her just now, and his scalp tingled again.

This feeling is so strange!
Inhale and exhale, it is not easy to adjust the heartbeat back to its proper frequency.

Meng Zhanyang put on a T-shirt and slacks, and quietly came to the kitchen door.

As soon as the sound came out, Mo Xiaobai was taken aback: "Haven't it been cooked yet?"

Mo Xiaobai patted his chest, still in shock: "Are you making no sound when you walk? You scared me to death!"

"So timid, did you do something wrong?"

"No!" Mo Xiaobai glared at Meng Zhanyang angrily: "I dare not say anything else, but my character is absolutely fine, no matter what I do, I am worthy of my conscience!"

(End of this chapter)