Drifting Towards You

After Shang Wen left, he let out a long sigh.

Mu Beiting stayed alone in the hotel room, but his heart gradually sank.

The company had just had an accident yesterday, and she disappeared that night, and Xiang Yi had an accident.

Obviously, someone is clamoring.

Use the company's business to attract his attention, so that he can start late.

Just last night, what happened late night?

Mu Beiting's heart sank a little, his expression gloomy and unclear.

It wasn't until nine o'clock in the night that Su Xiangwan finally finished filming. After removing his makeup, he planned to leave, but Han Che walked up to her and said, "Let's go together."

Su Xiangwan gave him a white look and wanted to refuse.

But after all, he lived in a hotel, and it was only a ten-minute walk away. It was useless if he refused. He still had to go this way.

"Have you ever thought that someone might have taken a photo last night." Han Che walked beside her and said.

"If you take it, then take it." Su Xiangwan said lightly.

Han Che turned his head and glanced at her: "Do you trust him that way?"

Su Xiangwan turned his head to look at him directly, and said with a smile: "If you don't believe him, don't you believe you?"

Han Che looked at her faintly, stared at her for a long time, and slowly smiled.

Su Xiangwan didn't try to figure out the meaning of his smile, so he retracted his gaze and continued to move forward.

The crew is very close to the hotel. The filming location is temporarily in a film and television city. Walk out of the film and television city and cross a road, and then walk a few hundred meters to the hotel.

The two were speechless all the way, and the night breeze was slightly cool.

Stepping on his shadow under the street lamp until he could see the door of the hotel as soon as he raised his head, Su Xiangwan said softly, "Why did you commit suicide in the first place?"

Han Che was stunned for a moment, but did not expect that she would suddenly ask such a question.

"What if I said I didn't commit suicide?" Han Che stopped and looked at her with clean eyes.

Su Xiangwan looked at him absent-mindedly, those eyes that were always inexplicable, a little drifting away at the moment, but exceptionally clear.

Seeing her lost, Han Che smiled and said: "You believe everything you say, it's really cheating."

When the words fell, he took a step forward.

Su Xiangwan was still standing there, looking at him, not knowing what he was thinking.

Han Che took two steps, and when she saw that she hadn't followed her, he turned around and shouted, "What are you doing while standing stupid? Can't you go back?"

Su Xiangwan started slowly, but he was a little absent-minded.

He didn't think Han Che's words seemed to be a joke.

But if he didn't commit suicide, how did he die?

Could it be that it was like yourself, who was brutally attacked by others?

After all, she believed that after Song Ziming burned her to death, she would definitely pretend to be her mental disorder and then die in fire. At that time, the outside world would only think that she was under pressure to commit suicide, instead of believing that she was so infamous. The woman was murdered.

But if Han Che was also harmed by others, what was it for?

Su Xiangwan thought all the way, but did not notice a man standing in front of the lobby on the first floor of the hotel.

The man is not someone else, but Mu Beiting.

He was tall and straight like a white poplar, his eyes were deep, and he saw Su Xiangwan and Han Che coming back side by side from a distance, and occasionally had conversations along the way.

After Su Xiangwan approached, he saw him as soon as he raised his head. He was taken aback for a moment and greeted him: "Why are you standing here?"

"Waiting for you." He said warmly, but didn't even look at Han Che.

Su Xiangwan took his arm and whispered, "How cold this is. The weather has been a bit humid recently."

Mu Beiting's big hand gently held her cool little hand and wrapped it tightly without making a sound.

Su Xiangwan glanced at Han Che and said, "Then I'll go first. See you tomorrow."

"Yep."