Drifting Towards You

Lu Zhixuan did not continue this topic either, Wen Sheng said to Su Xiangwan: "Which scenes are you filming lately? I saw what "Yonglemen" you filmed before, and I chased after watching more than half of it, and then said Haitang committed suicide, I can't bear to look down any more."

"Well, I was filming "The Legend of Liuzhu" recently, and in the end...it seemed to die too."

Su Xiangwan smiled awkwardly.

No way, the fate of supporting actors is so much.

Especially the female match.

Not long after, meals are served.

Because they are all well-educated people, the original warm atmosphere fell silent.

Su Xiangwan lowered his head slightly, basically only holding the food in front of him.

On the contrary, a pair of chopsticks next to her sometimes pinched things into her bowl. After a while, the plate fell into a hill.

Su Xiangwan turned his head and gently tugged at the corner of his clothes: "Don't pinch it, I'm full."

He raised his eyebrows, meaning: "I'm not full."

Her gaze stagnated for a few seconds, then she hurriedly retracted her gaze and ignored him.

After the meal, the waiter removed the bowl and chopsticks.

Several people sat and drank some tea and chatted.

Not long after, Su Xiangwan's cell phone rang a few times. Su Xiangwan didn't read it, but listened to the news on WeChat.

"Is there a WeChat tonight?" Lu Zhixuan said thoughtfully.

"Some Aunt Lu."

"Come on, add it, if this brat bullies you in the future, just tell me to see how I can deal with him!"

Mu Beiting's expression was faint, and he gave no response to this.

Su Xiangwan smiled, took out his mobile phone and Ms. Lu Zhixuan to add friends to each other.

Ms. Lu Zhixuan's eyes swept across Su Xiangwan's chat box, and she saw Mu Beiting's head immediately.

Knowing the child is not the mother, but a figure behind.

She still recognized her son accurately.

Somewhat suspiciously, he glanced at the WeChat nickname and hesitated: "This is Beiting's WeChat?"

Su Xiangwan's cheeks blushed, and she didn't change Mu Beiting's remarks.

At this moment, the two particularly symmetrical names made her feel particularly ashamed.

"I want to talk to you... Bei Ting, what does that mean? You explain to mom." Ms. Lu pretended not to understand, and teased her son.

Mu Beiting's eyes were deep, and he raised his eyebrows and glanced at Ms. Lu: "Show you a demonstration?"

Lu Zhixuan was startled slightly, Su Xiangwan on the side could not wait to bury her head under the ground.

"Okay, show me what I'm watching!" Lu Zhixuan smiled gently, her eyes full of eagerness.

Mu Beiting didn't speak, turning his head and looking at Su Xiangwan's face.

Su Xiangwan didn't dare to look up at all, but he could still clearly feel his dark and deep gaze following her eyes and nose, and finally stopped on his mouth.

The heart pounded faster and faster, and a thin layer of sweat oozes from the tip of his nose.

Without waiting for her to make a sound, a shadow suddenly pressed down on her side.

She was shrouded in the shadow, closed her eyes subconsciously, and put her hands on her legs tightly.

"Su Xiangwan." He suddenly called her name.

She opened her eyes and looked at him subconsciously.

His handsome face was very close to her, and his eyes wore a faint smile: "It's hot?"

"No...no."

"Oh."

He answered, and sat back.

Su Xiangwan let out a sigh of relief, and then he felt that his breathing became smoother.

Ms. Lu held her chin and stared at her son, and said calmly: "Isn't it a demonstration?"

Mu Beiting lazily raised his eyes and glanced at her, and said in no hurry, "No hurry, Lao Mu will go home and take you to practice."

Mr. Mu Yusheng, who had been looking gloomy, turned his head to Ms. Lu and slowly said, "Well, I will go back and teach you."

Ms. Lu's cheeks were reddening, and the father and son shook them together.