Drifting Towards You

This shameless old man, although time didn't seem to leave any traces on him, it made him even more powerful.

But how can I be more serious?

"Axuan." Mr. Mu said coldly, his eyes gloomy.

"Mu... Mu Yusheng..." Her heart trembled.

"Tonight, don't beg me."

Lu Zhixuan's hand touched the man's warm chest, her eyes dropped, her throat tightened.

But having said that, it is true that Lu Zhixuan likes Su Xiangwan.

Probably because the eldest son became cold and gloomy after the birth of that incident.

A good child becomes that way, and she feels uncomfortable as a mother.

Whether it's conjugation, or love the house and the Uzbek.

In short, he really likes that kid.

This made her feel that Su Xiangwan was different.

Su Xiangwan looked out the window in a daze in the car.

There was a long red light halfway through.

The side-by-side car slowly rolled down the window, revealing a handsome face.

Su Xiangwan was startled slightly, almost thinking that he was dazzled.

Raising his hand to wipe off the fog on the glass, his eyes were reddening a little, his fingertips were trembling, his face pale.

Song Ziming... It turned out to be Song Ziming!

She trembled uncontrollably, and the deep memories of her previous life flooded in.

But in the end, they all turned into the last turbulent fire.

Seemingly, the man next to the car turned his head and looked.

Su Xiangwan hurriedly lowered his head, squeezed his hands tightly together, and his fingertips turned white.

"Late late." The low voice on her side pulled her thoughts back.

Su Xiangwan subconsciously raised his head to look at him, his eyes flushed and he was in shock.

Mu Beiting frowned and looked out the window.

But the car windows are foggy, and the windows of the neighboring car have also been rolled up.

He saw nothing.

Su Xiangwan lightly lowered his eyes and whispered his lips: "It's okay, I just saw a puppy hit."

He twisted his eyebrows, pulled her into his arms, and patted her lightly: "Don't look around."

"En." Her eyelashes trembled lightly.

After the two arrived home, Su Xiangwan sat on the sofa in a daze holding the script.

Mu Beiting has been doing business in her room after taking a shower.

At eleven o'clock, Mu Beiting raised his eyes and glanced at her: "Are you not going to take a bath?"

"Huh? Um... I'll wash it later."

Su Xiangwan had calmed down a lot in this meeting, at least on the surface there was nothing strange.

The night is getting deep again.

She somehow did not want to face the man in front of her.

After thinking about it for half an hour, the script in his hand did not move a page.

Mu Beiting had clearly noticed something, and his eyes were dull: "Go take a bath."

"OK……"

Su Xiangwan glanced at the time, unable to delay any longer.

After taking a slow shower, it was almost twelve o'clock.

Mu Beiting sat on the sofa and smoked, Su Xiangwan hesitated and walked up to him to sit down and whispered, "You... won't you go back to sleep?"

He squinted his eyes and turned to look at her, as if he wanted to see her through: "Go back."

Her throat tightened and her heart trembled inexplicably: "Your room."

His gaze became a little dangerous, and he stared at her so coldly and dullly.

Su Xiangwan's fingertips curled up slightly, his eyes hanging down not to look at him.

silence.

The boundless silence.

After dozens of seconds, he suddenly sneered: "Heh, regret it?"

She was startled slightly, and then realized what he was referring to.

Without waiting to speak, his jaw hurts, he asked in a deep voice, "So what was it last night, have mercy on me? Hmm?"

Her eyes were a bit stagnant, and she wanted to say something.

But in the end, it turned into a weak sentence: "I'm tired."

His eyes were red, and the strength of his fingers was amazing.

She said nothing but calmed down.

Mu Beiting suddenly let go of her, condescending, a sneer flashed in his eyes: "Do you think I must be you?"