Your Miss Su is blackened

After Fu Moxing's words fell, Su Beijin glanced at Song Yihan who was sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror, and found that her complexion was indeed getting worse at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He raised the corner of his lips inexplicably.

At the same time, Su Beijin's face also showed a bit of displeasure, and he glanced at the man driving the car coolly: "You don't need to provoke discord."

The latter seemed to be driving intently and didn't say much.

An hour later, the black Bentley pulled up in the parking area of ​​the airport's T2 terminal.

Song Yihan and Su Beijin got out of the car one after another.

When she was about to go to the back seat to get something, the man moved the two suitcases down first, and at the same time glanced at her: "With your strength, can you carry it?"

The girl looked at him with obvious displeasure in her almond eyes.

She didn't speak, but walked to the co-pilot and waved to Fu Moxing through the half-down window.

She changed into a face that was obviously different from when she was looking at Su Beijin, and she smiled sincerely: "Boss Fu, thank you for sending us to the airport, bye!"

The man nodded and drove away.

Song Yihan turned around, and when she was about to push her suitcase, she saw Su Beijin behind her holding a suitcase handle with one hand, and her wanton gaze fell on her face, with some obvious scrutiny.

She suppressed the smile on the corner of her mouth, and silently lowered her head to pick up her trolley case in her hand.

Su Beijin slid the box back, and her hand was empty.

The girl looked up at him: "What are you doing?"

"Put away your face, huh?"

"I have any face on anyone, you don't need to worry about it!"

Saying that, Song Yihan turned her face away.

A man's sneer came from above his head: "You are angry with just a few words surnamed Fu, and you are so willing to be used as a gun?"

She gritted her teeth, felt wronged for some reason, and replied forcefully: "I am willing, anyway, no one has ever been nice to me, I feel that I am not up to date, and I don't even have the ability to please a man, so What does it have to do with you if you are sulking?!"

Su Beijin's deep eyes swept across her face, and pushed the light yellow suitcase that belonged to the girl in front of her.

While pulling her hand to hold the lever, he said, "Don't make trouble for no reason. Xiao Wan is my sister, so she naturally holds a lot of weight in my heart. Usually, after a man gets married, his lover and relatives will be valued differently."

Song Yihan's eyes suddenly brightened: "You mean...you want to marry me?!"

The latter snorted slightly, and gave her a look that she understood.

……

After Fu Moxing sent Su Beijin off, he originally planned to go home directly.

But halfway the phone rang, it was from Su Ling'er.

The man frowned, and after hesitating for two seconds, he chose to pick up the phone. His voice was deliberately distant: "Ling'er, try not to call me if you have nothing important to do in the future."

Su Ling'er smiled wryly: "Brother Mo Xing, I haven't even said what I want from you, are you warning me like this?"

There was no fluctuation on Fu Moxing's face, and he said softly: "Su Wan is in labor, I don't want to make any misunderstandings before that, you should know that she will be in a bad mood if she knows that we contact in private."

He paused there, as if adjusting his mood.

After about ten seconds, she said, "Okay, I won't call you casually in the future, but I want to see you today."

His attitude was indifferent: "What can't be explained on the phone?"