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

Chapter 2671
"Xiaobai..." The warm fragrance of nephrite in his arms made Shen Hanyang feel hot all over.

Being pressed down by Mo Xiaobai, it was difficult for him to think. He stretched out his long arms and hugged Mo Xiaobai's slender waist.

"Hanyang..." The feelings in my heart grew wildly like weeds.

Mo Xiaobai was already moved, staring into Shen Hanyang's affectionate eyes, she forgot to keep a distance from him.

Arching his body slightly, Shen Hanyang kissed Mo Xiaobai's lips.

The sweet fragrance is still exactly the same as in memory.

Shen Hanyang's breath was as intoxicating as wine, Mo Xiaobai closed his eyes in a daze, lost in his light kiss.

"Well……"

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Mo Xiaobai and Shen Hanyang woke up like a dream, and their overlapping bodies were shocked.

"Well……"

Mo Xiaobai's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked right into Shen Hanyang's heart.

The four eyes are intertwined, endlessly lingering, and endlessly affectionate.

No matter how much reluctance there is, the melting lips still parted.

"Sorry……"

Mo Xiaobai blushed, anxiously trying to get up from Shen Hanyang's body.

Meng Zhanyang had already appeared at the door, his eyes widened, and his deep pupils were stained red with anger.

A loud bang.

The bag in his hand fell heavily, as if a sharp sword had been inserted into his heart, the pain was so painful that it left no trace, but it was piercing.

As soon as the canned beer rolled to Shen Hanyang's feet, he stopped and eased the embarrassing atmosphere.

"What are you doing?" Each word seemed to come out from between the teeth, and Meng Zhanyang's face turned blacker than the bottom of the pot in an instant.

Oops!

Mo Xiaobai stood up impatiently, lowered his head, not daring to look at Meng Zhanyang, let alone Shen Hanyang, and explained embarrassingly: "I accidentally fell down just now."

"Accidentally fell down?" Meng Zhanyang frowned, feeling a splitting headache.

He rubbed his temples, shook his head, looked at Mo Xiaobai, then at Shen Hanyang, no matter what, he didn't believe that Mo Xiaobai just fell down.

Her lips were obviously red and swollen.

That was the color he was most familiar with, and every time he kissed her lips, it was so gorgeous.

Thinking of this, Meng Zhanyang's soul seemed to be emptied in an instant.

He only left for such a short while, could these two idiots and resentful women not be able to hold back?
Where to put him?
Shen Hanyang looked at Meng Zhanyang calmly, without any panic, straightened his slightly messy shirt with his clean and slender fingers, and said in a deep voice, "There is water on the ground, we accidentally slipped and fell together."

The slipping and falling was just an accident, but that kiss was his longing and daydream. When he dreamed back at midnight, she was his deepest nostalgia.

On the lips, there is the sweetness of Mo Xiaobai.

The smell that haunted him.

"That's how things are, believe it or not!" Mo Xiaobai collected himself, raised his head and bravely met Meng Zhanyang's gaze.

Meng Zhanyang looked at Mo Xiaobai steadily, hoping to see something from her eyes.

But no, nothing, as clear as water, without any mood swings.

Her heart was really only open to Shen Hanyang, and there was never any place for him.

Recognizing this reality, Meng Zhanyang realized the profound meaning of being overwhelmed with pain.

Picking up the beer on the ground, pulling the tab, Meng Zhanyang took a sip before saying, "I hope you can keep your distance in the future."

Mo Xiaobai pursed his lips, did not speak, silently put the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen, and hid in the kitchen.

Her hands couldn't help covering her hot lips, which seemed to have the smell of Shen Hanyang and the fresh mint fragrance.

(End of this chapter)