Drifting Towards You

Just keep holding back like this, is there really nothing wrong with it?

Unexpectedly, the moment the elevator door closed, he circled her in the corner, clasping her five fingers tightly with one hand, pinching her chin with the other hand, and biting her lips fiercely. Licking and kissing.

Su Xiangwan gently hugged his waist with the other hand, and responded with his eyes drooping slightly.

He didn't leave her lips until the elevator stopped and the elevator door opened.

"Are you very familiar with Han Che?" He asked in a deep voice, his black eyes dim and unclear.

Su Xiangwan thought for a while, and said softly: "A little bit more familiar than before..."

Mu Beiting stared at her, then whispered softly after a long time: "I'm jealous."

Su Xiangwan was dumb and thought for a while and said: "But it's not as good as a ten-thousandth familiar with you."

Hearing this, he calmed down a bit, chuckled, and hugged her tightly. He lowered his head in her neck and said dullly, "I am afraid that others will **** you away, and I am even more afraid of you. Will disappear."

The corners of Su Xiangwan’s eyes were slightly wet, and she gently soothed him, knowing that he must have frightened him last night: "No, I am yours, no one can take me away."

He lowered his eyes and did not make a sound, but he hugged her very hard, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.

The next day, Su Xiangwan boarded a plane returning to Haicheng.

Because Mu Beiting came by private jet this time, it was particularly comfortable to rest.

Five p.m.

Ms. Lu accompanied them every year in front of the French windows on the second floor of the villa, waiting for them to come back.

As soon as the car drove into the yard of the villa, it immediately spread its short legs and ran downstairs every year.

However, he was not walking steadily. During this run, he fell several somersaults along the way. Ms. Lu who was watching was anxious from behind: "Slow down, slow down, it doesn't hurt to fall."

Ms. Lu helped her up year after year, seeing that his little hands were all red.

Year after year he just shook his head at her, then took out his little hand, and continued to sway down the stairs.

Ms. Lu sighed softly, but she couldn't stop it, so she didn't stop at all.

However, going down the stairs is a technical job for many years, and it cannot be done one step at a time like an adult.

Only have two legs together, one step down one step.

Anxiously, he babbled and got a big temper.

Ms. Lu smiled. This child looked very much like Bei Ting when he was a child, but he was much more lively and temperamental than Bei Ting.

But that's okay, it looks like a child in the end, unlike Mu Beiting's.

Thinking of her son's childhood, Ms. Lu sighed slightly, her heart a little congested.

Only when Su Xiangwan and Mu Beiting walked into the villa's door, they saw that they were crawling every year and stopped on the second-to-last step.

When I saw her, my eyes lit up for a moment, dark and bright like two prehnite.

"Ma Ma~" Year after year, he stretched out his two small arms, and ran down, hugged Su Xiangwan's thighs.

Su Xiangwan's eyes were red, and he hugged him up: "Is it numb."

Year after year, he nodded his head, not sure if he understood her meaning.

Immediately, Ignore Su Xiangwan and spoke again, with a small hand around her neck tightly, hung on her like a koala, and refused to come down.

Mu Beiting frowned, worried about Su Xiangwan's body, and reached out to take him over.

The little guy clung to Su Xiangwan's neck and refused to let go. He was very angry.

"Observe, my mother is unwell and can't hold you." Mu Beiting said in a deep voice.