Drifting Towards You

After half an hour, Mu Beiting picked her up on time.

As soon as Su Xiangwan got into the car, every year he stepped on the back seat and staggered towards her: "Yeah..."

"No, it's mother." Su Xiangwan hugged his son and spoke warmly.

"Yeah..."

"It's mother, not yeah."

"Yeah..."

"..."

Mu Beiting snorted softly when he looked at the play fine kid.

When he was away, he hugged him. As soon as he came back late, his dad probably became a passerby A, B, C, Ding.

Nian Nian's little hand was placed on Su Xiangwan's chest, although it was separated from the fabric, but the position was just right.

Coupled with his young age, his little hands always like to grab something, and he is very happy holding the fabric on the placket of Su Xiangwan's shirt.

Because today's skirt is not afraid of folds, Su Xiangwan didn't care about it either.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw the man with a dark face, she couldn't help but chuckled, but ignored him.

Anyway, his jealousy is not a day or two, she is used to it.

The drive took about forty minutes and stopped at a place called Sifang Club.

The appearance of the clubhouse is an antique Chinese-style building with a vermilion lacquered mahogany gate and two stone lions on both sides, which resemble an ancient family home.

The location of the door facing is relatively secret, and in front of the door is a winding path leading to a secluded path.

There are more than ten parking spaces on both sides of the front door, which is considered to be very few. It can be seen that the number of people received every day is also limited.

After getting off the bus, Su Xiangwan followed Mu Beiting into the clubhouse.

It has been hanging on her like a sticky bean bag year after year, and Mu Beiting was afraid that she would work hard to pick it up. However, the little devil refused to let go, he had no choice but to give up.

It wasn't until he entered the clubhouse that Su Xiangwan found out that there was a cave in the clubhouse.

Different from the appearance of Chinese-style buildings, the clubhouse can be said to be extravagant and high-end. The five-to-six-meter-high frame is majestic, and various black and white statues can be seen everywhere. The crystal lamp marble reflects the colorful light and shadow, glowing everywhere. Resplendent light.

"Unexpectedly, there is such a place in Haicheng, there is really a cave in it." Su Xiangwan couldn't help sighing.

You know, the two lives are human, she really has never heard of it.

"I like to look back and get you two cards, saying that the massage here is not bad." Mu Beiting said warmly.

Su Xiangwan took one of his arms and looked at him sideways: "Good massage?"

"En." He said lightly.

"Have you pressed?" she asked again.

He squinted at her and said nothing.

Su Xiangwan snorted twice: "The man gave you the button or the woman gave you the button? Are you comfortable? Do you enjoy it?"

Su Xiangwan asked like this, and the years in his arms seemed to be afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

Looking at Mu Beiting solemnly, he babbled: "Yahyah, yah yah..."

Seeing that the mother and son were standing in the same camp in an instant, Mu Beiting's eyes twitched, and his big hand put his arms around Su Xiangwan's slender waist, and said in a low voice, "I still enjoy it most when I am with you."

Listening to the whispers of his parents, he stared at black grape-like eyes year after year, looked at Mu Beiting blankly, and listened earnestly.

Su Xiangwan's face turned red in an instant, and he glared at him and said: "The child is still there, don't be fooling around."

Mu Beiting kissed her small face: "To be honest."

Su Xiangwan snorted and ignored him.

Withdrawing his gaze, when he looked up, he saw Li Mubai lazily leaning back against the wall tens of meters ahead, with a cigarette in his mouth, tilting his head, his gaze was falling on their side.