Drifting Towards You

Sitting next to her obediently every year, he put a picture book on his lap decently, but he took the books upside down, but he was still reading it seriously.

Su Xiangwan didn't care about him either, after all, children are at the age when they like to play.

Coming up from downstairs, I saw the mother and son sitting together, tilting their heads against her year after year, looking at the picture book in his hand, unspeakably warm.

Mu Beiting's gaze softened a little, and he bowed his head and kissed Su Xiangwan.

The lips just fell, and I babbled at him with dissatisfaction year after year, and didn't know what else to say.

Mu Beiting glanced at him, and ignored the monkey spirit little ghost.

After changing clothes and coming out, let the employer send some fruits up.

When Rong's mother was not long, she sent a large plate of fruit cuts.

Su Xiangwan watched the script seriously and was busy memorizing his lines. Besides, he didn't feel hungry, so he didn't move.

But Mu Beiting took a strawberry and brought it to her lips.

Su Xiangwan had to raise his head, in front of every year, he was a bit embarrassed, but he still opened his mouth.

But before the strawberry was delivered to her, she crawled onto the sofa in a panic every year, and her little fleshy hand grabbed the strawberry and held it tightly in her hand, even pinching the strawberry because of a little bit of strength. A lot of juice came out.

Before Su Xiangwan could speak, he stood on the sofa every year and threw the strawberries on the ground.

With a ‘pop’, the good carpet was dyed red.

Su Xiangwan sat up and pulled out a paper towel to wipe his hands so as not to catch him everywhere.

But Mu Beiting stared at the little devil in front of him, his face a little ugly.

Smelly boy, really grabs a sense of existence.

Su Xiangwan carefully wiped his hands for him, and said warmly: "Don't waste food, and don't throw it on the ground. Auntie will be very hard to clean, don't you know."

Nian Nian nodded obediently, and grinned at Su Xiangwan, showing a smiling face.

Su Xiangwan couldn't bear to talk about him anymore, and planned to continue reading the script.

It took a few minutes to climb down the sofa every year, and reached out and grabbed a strawberry again. It seemed that because I knew that it would be too heavy to scratch the strawberry, I picked it up lightly this time.

Seeing his movements, Mu Beiting narrowed his eyes.

Seeing that every year he climbed onto the sofa again, learning the way of Mu Beiting, he delivered the strawberry to Su Xiangwan's mouth, and then babbled something.

Facing those dark grape-like eyes, Su Xiangwan's heart softened a little.

He opened his mouth to take the strawberry, took a bite and said warmly: "Nian Nian is really good."

The little guy suddenly showed a small face, his eyes smiled and completed two crescents, which was unspeakably cute.

The mother and son were playing happily, but Mu Beiting's complexion on the side was getting darker and darker. He stared at the little devil who was wearing crotch pants in front of him. He just wanted to lift him up and throw him out of the window to go with the general and Yaoji sleep together.

Seeing that Mu Beiting's face was not good, Su Xiangwan, who was only cleaned up last night, was afraid that the fire at the city gate would affect the pond fish. He kissed his little face and said warmly: "Why don't you give me a strawberry? Great?"

Su Xiangwan said while looking at Mu Beiting, not knowing whether he could understand his words every year.

Year after year, he followed Su Xiangwan's gaze and looked at Mu Beiting for a while, then nodded solemnly.

Immediately afterwards, he slid off the sofa quite knowledgeable about current affairs, then reached out and grabbed a strawberry and came back, holding the strawberry to Mu Bei Ting's babble.

Only then did Mu Beiting's face lighten a little, and he hummed softly, counting this little **** to know the current affairs.

Immediately, he bent down slightly so that he could reach his mouth every year with strawberries.

But he just bent down, before Strawberry could touch his lips, he put his hand back every year, put it next to his mouth, and took a bite with his baby teeth.