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

Chapter 2488
"Silly girl, are you sad?"

"Hmm!" She was so sad, she cried out her tears in her dream, and yelled out her voice, begging him not to leave.

"Didn't anyone say that dreams are reversed? When you dream that I fall in love with someone else, the reverse means that I only love you. When you dream that I want to break up with you, the reverse means that we will be together for the rest of our lives. Silly girl, don't ask for it." Worry, be good, I will call you at night, come and see me after you get off work!"

"Okay, I'll wait for your call!"

"I-miss-you, I-love-you!"

If Meng Zhanyang was not around, Mo Xiaobai would definitely reply: "I-love-you-too!"

But at this time, she could only say: "Goodbye!"

"Wait, don't hang up!" Shen Hanyang acted headstrong like a child: "I want to hear that sentence?"

"Which sentence?" Mo Xiaobai asked knowingly, secretly glanced at Meng Zhanyang, who was in front of him with a frozen face, and unconsciously clenched his phone.

"Of course I-love-you-too!"

"Uh, can you not tell me?"

"No!" Shen Hanyang immediately pretended to be pitiful: "Say it quickly, or my wound will start to hurt again, ouch, ouch, it hurts..."

Hearing Shen Hanyang's cry of pain, Mo Xiaobai was very disturbed, and blurted out: "I-love-you-too!"

It really is a cure for illness.

Shen Hanyang was satisfied now, and said softly: "Goodbye!"

"Bye-Bye!"

After hanging up the phone, Mo Xiaobai stuffed the phone into her bag. She lowered her head, not daring to look at Meng Zhanyang, because she already felt that the atmosphere in the car was getting colder and colder.

The air seemed to have stopped flowing, and she was so heavy that she couldn't breathe.

"It's impossible for you and him to have a future!" After a long silence, Meng Zhanyang came to such a conclusion.

Mo Xiaobai took a deep breath and replied lightly: "I know!"

"You know you're still stuck in it?" Aren't you afraid that you'll be stuck too deep and you won't be able to extricate yourself?

"Don't worry about it, I know what I'm doing!"

There was a thin layer of mist in his eyes, Mo Xiaobai sucked his sore nose, and shouted loudly: "Just treat it as a sweet dream, please do me a favor, don't wake me up too early!"

"Okay, you continue to dream, I will never wake you up!" Meng Zhanyang's hand holding the steering wheel tightened suddenly, with bruised veins.

"Thank you!" Mo Xiaobai looked at the bustling crowd outside the window.

Even though she was in a busy city, she still felt lonely and lonely.

No one complains about the pain in my heart, no one cares about the pain in my heart, no one understands the hurt in my heart.

Alas... a silent sigh.

She is still alone after all.

Meng Zhanyang's phone rang suddenly, and after answering, he told Mo Xiaobai: "The murderer who stabbed Hanyang has been caught."

"Oh!" Mo Xiaobai responded lightly.

Chu Xiaoran suffered from postpartum depression before, and now, the condition is probably even more serious.

When she arrived at the company, everyone looked at her strangely.

Mo Xiaobai turned a blind eye and did what he had to do, forcing himself not to care.

Just after turning on the computer, a security guard came into the office, holding a large bouquet of red roses in his hand: "Which one is Mo Xiaobai, Mo Xiaobai's flower!"

Hearing his name being called, Mo Xiaobai was startled, got up and went out: "I am."

"Your flowers!" The security guard put the bouquet on the tea table and turned to leave.

Filled with doubts, Mo Xiaobai walked over and took out the card from the bouquet, opened it, and saw that the strong and meaningful handwriting penetrated the back of the paper.

"Honey, I'm fine, don't worry about me, go to work, come and see me after get off work, miss you all the time!"

(End of this chapter)