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

Chapter 2391 Revenge
"You said... help me to step on the people of the Qi family... and help my parents... to avenge my hatred!"

Mo Xiaobai's heart seemed to be twisted into twists, the pain made it difficult for her to breathe, she gritted her teeth, and said every word held in her throat.

What made Mo Xiaobai change his mind?

Meng Zhanyang raised his eyebrows. At the beginning, he only proposed this suggestion in a joking manner, but now it seems that he is not allowed to be joking.

"No problem!" Meng Zhanyang took out a wet towel to wipe off the dried tears on Mo Xiaobai's face, Xiaobai smiled: "You are my woman, your hatred is my hatred, your hatred is my hatred, But not now, I need time!"

"With your ability, one year should be enough!"

Mo Xiaobai's body trembled helplessly, and in her eyes, there was a determination to see death as home: "When will you destroy the Qi family, and when will our relationship end, but it can't exceed one year!"

"One year?" Meng Zhanyang said with deep eyes, "I'm a little nervous!"

"Also, I don't want to be a third party. If one day you want to get married, please fulfill your promise to me and get married after ending our relationship!"

She was crazy, really crazy!
The hatred in my heart couldn't be increased, and I gave it a go regardless of the consequences.

The red eyes had long since lost their clear color, and there were only raging flames.

Meng Zhanyang stared at Mo Xiaobai, worried.

The woman in front of him suddenly became very strange. He didn't know what stimulated her, and he had no time to pursue it. He could only hold her in his arms: "Okay, I promise you!"

With Meng Zhanyang's promise, Mo Xiaobai's tense muscles suddenly relaxed, and his body returned to a limp state.

"Come here after you think it over, I'll wait for you!" Meng Zhanyang said as he sent Mo Xiaobai back to his hotel room.

"En!" Mo Xiaobai gave him a deep look, and then closed the door.

She had already thought it through, it couldn't be clearer.

Grandma's words were like a mantra, lingering in her mind.

Closing his eyes tightly, he made up his mind one last time.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, she wore a white chiffon dress and went to knock on Meng Zhanyang's door.

The door was ajar, as if it had been waiting for her.

After knocking politely twice, Mo Xiaobai walked in, his legs were shaking involuntarily, and his heart was beating wildly uncontrollably.

Every step was difficult for her.

The room is filled with the sweetness of the shower gel and the faint smell of wine, which is even more ambiguous.

Meng Zhanyang was topless, sitting on the edge of the bed, the thin Egyptian cotton quilt stretched across his wasp waist, blocking the hottest part.

Two slender and white fingers were holding the goblet, sipping Lafite lightly.

Look at Meng Zhanyang, who is physically strong, his face is burning hot, and then look at the Lafite with only half a bottle left, Mo Xiaobai strode over, picked up the empty glass next to the bottle and filled it up.

"Gulu Gulu" the cow chews peonies, and drinks them all in one go without tasting or tasting them!

Wine strengthens courage, and she prefers that it numbs her nerves.

Meng Zhanyang watched Mo Xiaobai's series of actions with a smile, and after she put down the wine glass, he stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a hungry wolf, I don't eat people!"

He is not a hungry wolf, but a satyr. He does not eat people, but he will do more terrible things than cannibalism.

The innocent body was stiff and trembling in Meng Zhanyang's generous and warm arms.

He held her soft white and smooth little hand, and moved his fingertips up the back of the hand, rubbing the tooth marks on the wrist as if there were nothing.

(End of this chapter)