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Inside the villa, Jing Xiaoxiao was busy cleaning up the living room and taking out the laundry to dry. Xiao Meng Han walked in front of her with her hands behind her back.

"Close your eyes."

"Hmm? "Why?"

"Just close your eyes and you'll know. Idiot, I finally had a sister, but I was an idiot."

Xiao Meng Han looked at Silent Red, the sunlight shining on her cascading long hair. She used a kitten hairpin to pick up a strand of hair in front of her forehead, revealing a hint of charm. His heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he gave up on the idea of making her close her eyes, afraid that he wouldn't be able to restrain himself from kissing her forehead.

"This is a gift for you. "Don't mention that stingy big brother, I was just about to give you a surprise."

Xiao Meng Han took out a pink box from her back with a butterfly knot on it.

"This is?"

"Open it and take a look. Do you like it?"

Mo Xiaoxiao hesitated for a moment. She didn't seem to have any presents to return!

"Even if you don't like it, you can't return it. This is for girls, you're not allowed to say that you don't like it." Xiao Meng Han was very nervous, and he didn't know the domineering tone in his voice.

This was the first time Xiao Meng Han had given something to a girl, and she was still the same taciturn little girl. Xiao Meng Han's mind unexpectedly recalled that night.

She was extremely alluring and alluring beneath him.

He was never a cold-blooded and cold-blooded man, but his different body isolated him from this world.

The box was forcefully stuffed into Mo Xiaoxiao's hands by Xiao Meng Han. He walked over with large strides to take out the unfinished clothes and put them on the clothes rack. However, his eyes never left Mo Xiaoxiao.

A white phone was quietly lying in a pink box. The outside of the phone was inlaid with pink diamonds to form a painted word. It was smooth and exquisite, with a beautiful appearance.

She looked at the phone that looked like Nokia, but she did not remember that Nokia had this phone!

Xiao Meng Han turned her back to him and said: "I got someone to bring this from abroad, I don't want to use such an adorable phone."

He knew that she could see the painted word on the outer shell, which he had stuck to with a diamond and a diamond of his own, and which he did not trust.

"Thank you. I like it. It must be very expensive, right?" Even if it was a fake diamond, it would definitely cost thousands.

She ran her fingers over the print on her phone, wondering if it was a coincidence or a custom-made phone. However, with such a big factory, it was impossible to simply make a phone.

Xiao Meng Han finally turned around and replied: "The internal price is not bad."

Seeing the loving fingers of the Silent Dye touching his phone, a big smile appeared on his lips. That handsome and charming smile made the sunlight behind him lose its dazzling radiance.

"Turn it on and see if it's convenient for use? I've already pressed your card inside. " What Xiao Meng Han didn't say was that he had even entered his own phone number into it.

That afternoon, he and she sat side by side in the wicker chair on the balcony, studying the new cell phone.

Mo Xiaoxiao liked the games in there. Previously, she would have wasted her time playing games.

Occasionally, when she was at work, Wang Yiling would play a game on her cell phone while Mo Xiaoxiao would never touch it. She felt that she might as well find some valuable news that would attract her attention.

While Xiao Meng Han's slender fingers were quickly pressing the keyboard, she was playing with the Russian cube all the way.

Silent Dye's eyes almost forgot to blink as if it was very easy. Xiao Meng Han's fingers were also well maintained, and it was possible that many women's nails were not as slender and beautiful as his.

"Let's give it a try." Xiao Meng Han placed the phone in the hands of Mo Xiaoxiao, and took advantage of the moment to press her fingers on the buttons on the screen, changing the shape of the cubes.

Their heads were so close to each other that Xiao Meng Han could clearly smell the fragrant scent on Mo Xiaoxiao's body. He slowly breathed in deeper, and his heart began to beat faster.

"I'll try it myself." She felt that she was surrounded by a strong male aura. Unlike Xuan Peng's warm aura, Xiao Meng Han gave her a stronger and more mysterious feeling, as if a violent energy would erupt from his body and submerge her at any time.

As soon as he was distracted, the bright color box on his phone's screen was filled. He didn't even pass the first stage. He had become addicted, and his stubbornness had completely awoken.

Holding the small phone in her arms, she kept tapping on the keyboard. She didn't believe that she wouldn't be able to get past these few boxes.

Xiao MengHan's sexy lips curled up into a doting smile. He liked to look at her eyes, which were sparkling from her stubbornness in not admitting defeat. He also liked her serious expression even more.

Xiao Meng Han raised her hand and placed it behind her back, quietly tasting the mixed feelings of excitement and excitement in her body. Surprisingly, he felt a kind of numbing electric current converging onto her lower abdomen, causing her to tense up for a second.

Yang Ziying was worried about Xiao Menghan. She called him, but there was no answer even after a dozen calls. She hurriedly called Han Yong and told him to come take a look.

As soon as Han Yong's car reached the villa's entrance, he looked up and saw the two leisurely snuggling together on the balcony. It was sweet and quiet, and from his perspective, Mo Xiaoxiao was nestling into Xiao Meng Han's embrace, listening to his powerful heartbeat.

Han Yong sat in the car without moving for more than ten minutes until his phone rang again. Only then did he pick up the phone.

"Aunt Ying, don't worry. Hmm, they are doing quite well. They are probably preparing to go to the banquet. Hmm, alright."

Han Yong hung up the phone, his heart was filled with mixed emotions. He and Xiao MengHan were good brothers, closer than blood brothers.

Now that he saw the happiness of Xiao Meng Han and Mo Xiaoxiao's intimate love, he should be happy for them, but he felt choked with sobs in his heart.

Han Yong also wanted to participate in tonight's banquet. He hesitated until he saw Xiao Menghan stand up, then he bent over and said something to Mo Xiaoxiao. He then got up and followed him into the house.

Han Yong took a deep breath and suppressed the stifling pain in his chest. Then, he dialed Xiao Menghan's cell phone, reminding her not to forget the banquet tonight.

Xiao Meng Han stood at the window looking at the car outside. She had already seen Han Yong and didn't see Han Yong pressing the horn. He had already ordered Mo Xiaoxiao to wash up and change her clothes.

Xiao Meng Han more or less knew what Han Yong was thinking about; he knew that Mo Xiao Yan was his woman. Even if it was his brotherly Han Yong, Xiao Meng Han would not let him go.

Yang Ziying reserved the Plum Hall. This was a family banquet, and the guests were the Xiao family's elders and Yang Ziying's sisters. There were no more random people.

In order to prevent the media and tabloid reporters from meeting, Qiu Hong opened a special channel for those who came to attend the banquet.

Entering from here, you wouldn't meet any customers who come here to eat. Even the waiters who serve the dishes would have their mouths sealed by special screening.

There was only one reason why the Xiao family did not want to make a fuss. More importantly, it was Xiao Menghan.

This time there was no coat, no sunglasses, no wide-brimmed hat. Xiao Meng Han wore a white suit, her figure was tall and handsome, and her presence was overbearing.

When Jing Xiaoxiao opened the door and saw Xiao Menghan standing against the wall waiting for his, he was truly shocked. There really was such a handsome man in this world.

His white hair was casually tied back with a silver headband, and a gentle smile appeared on his resolute and perfect face. His bright and shining eyes were even more gorgeous than the most dazzling gemstones.