Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan raised his eyebrows, looked at the man staring at her in front of him, and said nothing.

"Bei Ting... those photos are someone deliberately discrediting my reputation..."

"And those are all photos from many years ago. At that time, I didn't know that this circle was so messy, so I was tricked into eating out a lot of wine on several occasions."

Seeing that there was no voice on the other side of the phone, Zhao Xinning was a little anxious.

"Bei Ting... You have to believe me... I really didn't know that the company arranged for me to meet those people."

Zhao Xinning's voice was very gentle, a little choked.

Su Xiangwan pondered and was about to speak, but was repeatedly interrupted by the man in front of him.

Mu Beiting encircled her in his arms, slightly lowered his head on her neck, rubbed his thin lips inch by inch, and licked and kissed with his tongue from time to time.

The clusters of numb currents made her body soft.

Su Xiangwan held the phone, hid back, raised his handsome face with the other hand, and pushed him away.

Mu Beiting raised his eyes, somewhat dissatisfied.

She said silently: "Don't make trouble."

He lowered his eyes slightly and was unhappy.

Su Xiangwan couldn't, this man... his temper became more and more uncertain.

"Bei Ting, you have to believe me, I really don't know it will be like that. I don't have anything with those people. They really want to take advantage of me, but I..."

Zhao Xinning was a little eager, for fear that Mu Beiting would not believe it.

"Miss Zhao."

Su Xiangwan suddenly spoke, and the words on the other side suddenly stopped.

Zhao Xinning was stunned, her hand holding the phone was pinched very tightly.

Su Xiangwan?

It turned out to be Su Xiangwan!

There was silence in the microphone.

Su Xiangwan's little hand plugged Mu Beiting's thin lips, and said again: "Miss Zhao has done anything, I know in my heart."

"What do you mean, Su Xiangwan? Did you do this this time!"

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes and said coldly, "Don't call me anymore, he is very annoying."

Zhao Xinning seemed to have been irritated, and said angrily: "I'm calling Bei Ting! Who allowed you to touch his cell phone? Bei Ting doesn't like others touching his things! Why do you ask me not to give it anymore? He called!"

Su Xiangwan was startled slightly, and took the phone a few minutes away.

The voice in the microphone was particularly harsh. She really didn't expect Zhao Xinning to have such a sharp moment.

In the next instant, a slender and clean hand grabbed her phone and said impatiently: "It's me who asked her to answer the phone."

When the words were over, Mu Beiting hung up.

Throwing the phone on the table impatiently.

A string of tears overflowed from the corner of Zhao Xinning's eyes, he was... he was right beside her...

Impossible, impossible!

She once thought that it was Su Xiangwan who used his cell phone when he was away.

But never expected that he was by his side.

Su Xiangwan was also a little surprised, and met his deep gaze slowly and said, "Why let me answer the phone."

He put her on the desk, put his arms on her side, leaned over, very close to her.

Su Xiangwan's throat became a bit dry, and he looked away unnaturally.

After a few seconds, he whispered: "I want to see you jealous for me."

Su Xiangwan was startled slightly, and turned his head, his lips brushed against his lips, and his cheeks turned red.

I don't know if it was because of accidental touch, or because of his words.

"Then... Then why did you grab it again..." She whispered.

His expression was dark: "You talk to others and ignore me."

"..."

Su Xiangwan had a headache, but felt that he was getting more and more uncertain.