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

Chapter 2598 I don't like birthdays
Mo Xiaobai refused without even thinking about it. For something as romantic as watching the night scene, you should go with the one you love, not the one you hate.

After leaving Los Angeles, she was no longer in the mood to watch the night scene.

"Forget it." Although Mo Xiaobai's answer was expected by Meng Zhanyang, he was still very disappointed.

Standing up and looking out of the window, a short section of the Yangtze River is right under your eyes, and it is extraordinarily beautiful decorated with lights.

Mo Xiaobai's apartment is very warm, filled with his favorite scent of jasmine, which makes him even more reluctant to go back to the cold hotel.

A hotel is just a place to sleep.

Can't give him the feeling of home he wants.

"Aren't you going?" Mo Xiaobai looked up at the wall clock and urged, "It's almost ten o'clock, hurry up."

Meng Zhanyang lay on the edge of the window, turned his head, and asked shamelessly, "Are you going to sleep?"

The ambiguity in the words made Mo Xiaobai sweat profusely, and he reprimanded coldly: "It's none of your business whether I sleep or not, hurry up, I'll be annoying when I see you, don't pollute the air here."

The night wind blew in from the half-opened window, carrying the faint cologne smell on Meng Zhanyang's body. It was obviously not pungent, but it made her feel flustered and short of breath.

Facing the night wind, Meng Zhanyang closed his eyes: "Standing here to watch the night view is also very beautiful!"

Beautiful, beautiful...beautiful, beautiful!

Mo Xiaobai was about to vomit blood from his anger, and opened the door angrily, pointing to the empty corridor: "Get out immediately."

"Dingling, dingling..." Meng Zhanyang's cell phone rang at this moment.

After hesitating for a moment, he took out the phone from his trouser pocket, pressed the answer button and put it to his ear without looking at it: "Hello..."

"Zhanyang, where are you?" Qin Siying's delicate voice came to her ears, but it was blown very faintly by the howling night wind.

"What's up?"

I haven't contacted Qin Siying for a few days, and now I'm a little impatient when I receive her call.

Qin Siying on the other end of the phone was extremely wronged, tears were rolling in her eyes, she sniffed and said calmly: "It's nothing, today is your birthday in the lunar calendar, I want to wish you a happy birthday."

From morning to night, she has been waiting for his call.

She thought he was busy, so she didn't dare to call him.

But there were still two hours left, and the day was coming to an end. She finally lost her composure and made this unwelcome phone call.

"Today is too busy to celebrate."

Year after year, there is nothing to celebrate.

"Zhan Yang..."

Qin Siying wanted to say something more, but Meng Zhanyang hung up the phone in a hurry and interrupted her: "I'll talk about it tomorrow."

"Okay... good night!"

Her gift, her heart, her longing, all went to waste.

"good night!"

After hanging up the phone, Meng Zhanyang turned his head slowly, and saw Mo Xiaobai leaning against the wall with his hands folded around his chest, looking at him coldly.

"I don't like birthdays."

For some reason, such a sentence came out out of nowhere.

"It's none of my business whether you like your birthday or not." Mo Xiaobai gave him an annoyed look, "Go away, or Miss Qin will be sad if she finds out that you are with me."

Meng Zhanyang strode up to Mo Xiaobai, supported the wall with one hand, and raised his eyebrows in a thoughtful way: "I didn't expect you to be so kind, and even Siying's mood has to be considered."

Why can't you consider his mood?
The time I spent with Mo Xiaobai was a war without gunpowder. She was like a little hedgehog, always full of vigilance.

(End of this chapter)