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

Chapter 2485
Gently lifted Mo Xiaobai's face with his hand, without any cosmetics to cover her, her plain face was as beautiful as an orchid in an empty valley, which almost made him dumbfounded.

The delicate skin does not see any rough pores, revealing reddish blood, and it feels tenderer and smoother than a peeled egg.

The eyes are closed, and the slender eyelashes are like two small fans, forming a beautifully curved shadow on the fair face.

With strange emotions rushing in his chest, Meng Zhanyang's breath tightened, and he stroked her face with his hands, reluctant to leave.

Kissing Mo Xiaobai's lips again, Meng Zhanyang greedily sucked her fragrance.

The drowsy Mo Xiaobai suddenly felt difficult to breathe, his eyelashes trembled like the wings of a butterfly, and slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing Meng Zhanyang's face close at hand, Mo Xiaobai was stunned for a while.

It wasn't until the numb itch on her lips penetrated into her heart that she pushed him away violently.

After glaring at Meng Zhanyang, Mo Xiaobai grabbed the edge of the bathtub and stood up.

She was so dizzy that she almost couldn't stand still. If Meng Zhanyang hadn't supported her from behind, she might have fallen back into the bathtub.

Meng Zhanyang carefully supported Mo Xiaobai. She didn't want his help, but her body was so weak that she couldn't even shake his hand away.

The feet are like stepping on cotton, soft.

He glared at Meng Zhanyang angrily: "Did you give me some kind of medicine? Why is my whole body weak and my head still hurts?"

"You just had a fever!"

Meng Zhanyang was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. In her mind, was he that unbearable?
He admitted that it was a little more expensive in bed, but he wasn't mean enough to drug her.

"Fever?" Mo Xiaobai touched his head, the temperature was normal: "Don't lie to me!"

"Why am I lying to you?" Meng Zhanyang was displeased, and pushed Mo Xiaobai onto the bed, pulled the quilt to cover her, and his movements were not gentle at all: "Go to sleep quickly, people who are sick don't talk so much nonsense!"

"Is there anyone who treats a patient like this?" Mo Xiaobai wrapped the quilt tightly and complained: "My illness may be caused by you!"

After finishing speaking, he turned over and turned his back on Meng Zhanyang, secretly sad for his miserable life.

How could it be his fault again?

Holding back his breath, Meng Zhanyang lay down behind Mo Xiaobai, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

In the morning, Mo Xiaobai woke up coughing out of breath, and when she opened her eyes, Meng Zhanyang was right in front of her.

"Get up, take the medicine and go back to sleep!"

Putting the medicine and water on the bedside table, Meng Zhanyang patted Mo Xiaobai's head and felt relieved that it was no longer hot.

"Cough...cough..."

Mo Xiaobai didn't want to talk to Meng Zhanyang at first, but he coughed so badly that he could only sit up obediently, put the medicine in his mouth, and pour a large glass of lukewarm water.

"I made an egg sandwich, you can eat some!" Meng Zhanyang looked at the sickly Mo Xiaobai tenderly, as if he had forgotten that he was the person she hated the most.

Mo Xiaobai handed the water glass to Meng Zhanyang, and asked in disbelief, "You know how to make egg sandwiches?"

"Don't look at me like that, I'm not a monster. Egg sandwiches are so simple, you can make them without using your brain!" Meng Zhanyang deliberately turned his face down, turned around and left: "If you want to eat, come down and eat!"

Hey, what an attitude!
Mo Xiaobai made up his mind that even if he died of starvation, he would not eat what he gave.

She didn't eat at noon yesterday, didn't eat at night, and if she didn't eat in the morning, she probably wasn't far from starving to death.

(End of this chapter)