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

Chapter 2570 Her Baby
Driven by some unknown emotion, Meng Zhanyang picked up a pen and wrote his own name next to Mo Xiaobai's.

The names are written together, as if he and she will eventually be together.

After sitting for a long time, Meng Zhanyang opened the file bag and started to deal with business.

After reading two pages of the document, he picked up his phone to look at it again, and wanted to call Mo Xiaobai, but he finally held back.

The phone call was made in the afternoon, and the two almost quarreled again.

Does Mo Xiaobai hate him that much?
Talking to him is always in a very impatient tone, making him even want to talk properly.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he got, Meng Zhanyang got up abruptly, went to the French window and lit a cigarette.

In the past few days, his addiction to smoking has become stronger and stronger, and he likes to smoke non-stop when he has nothing to do.

Not long after, the [-]-square-meter study room was filled with smoke, and the ashtray was half full of cigarette butts. Meng Zhanyang finally calmed down a little, staring at the bright moon in the sky in a daze.

……

Mo Xiaobai had a nightmare at night.

She dreamed of her and Meng Zhanyang's child, a very cute girl with two braids and a snow-white princess dress covered with pink flowers, dancing not far away.

Although he has never seen his own child, Mo Xiaobai can recognize it at a glance, that is her child.

"Baby..." She wept with joy, and rushed up, hugging the little girl tightly: "Mom misses you so much!"

"You are not my mother." The little girl looked at her blankly, pushing her small hand on her chest: "From the day you don't want me, you are not my mother. Baby, never come back."

Mo Xiaobai burst into tears: "I'm sorry, baby, mom is wrong, mom shouldn't want you, forgive mom, okay?"

"No, I don't forgive you, I will never forgive you, I hate you!" The childish voice was full of heavy resentment, and the accusation mixed with weeping caused an uproar in Mo Xiaobai's heart.

"Baby, mother is wrong, mother is wrong, don't go, don't go..." The child in his arms was slippery like a loach, and Mo Xiaobai couldn't catch her even though he tried his best.

"I hate you!" The little girl pointed at Mo Xiaobai, her face was full of hatred, she stepped back step by step, and a thick fog enveloped her.

"Don't go, baby..."

Shen Hanyang in the next room heard the scream and rushed into Mo Xiaobai's room.

"Don't go..." Mo Xiaobai shouted loudly.

Shen Hanyang quickly turned on the light, seeing Mo Xiaobai who was covered in cold sweat on his forehead, his heart ached.

He hugged her into his arms and comforted her softly: "I am here, I will not leave, I will never leave!"

Mo Xiaobai woke up from extreme fear, pressed his hands tightly on his heaving chest, gasping for breath, seeing the gentle Shen Hanyang, broke down in tears, and hugged him even tighter with his backhand.

"I'm so scared."

The nightmare seemed to haunt her, making her restless.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here with you."

Shen Hanyang patted Mo Xiaobai's back to comfort him, and found that the pajamas under his palm had been soaked with sweat.

Huddled in Shen Hanyang's arms, Mo Xiaobai's tears fell like broken beads.

Baby, baby... I'm sorry...

Mo Xiaobai rested his head on Shen Hanyang's shoulder, and barely fell asleep after drying up his tears.

Listening to Mo Xiaobai's gradual and steady breathing, Shen Hanyang did not feel sleepy.

He slowly recalled that what Mo Xiaobai kept calling "baby" in his dream.

(End of this chapter)