Drifting Towards You

Han Che's words today echoed in her ears.

She didn't know whether to say that the man was really used to disguise, or to praise him for his excellent acting skills.

But his look, tone, and attitude were so deeply imprinted in her mind.

Su Xiangwan lightly lowered his eyes, somewhat unacceptable.

This kid... will it really be his?

Su Xiangwan knew that, in fact, they already had the answer in their hearts, but they all deceived themselves and others, and then deceived each other, not daring to face it.

Su Xiangwan's heart was blocked, and his face became paler.

She couldn't accept it.

Whether she is cruel or cold-blooded, she just can't accept it.

Maybe she, as a mother, should love her child, even a child she doesn’t want to accept.

But she is not, she loves the man in front of him more.

Su Xiangwan was silent for a long time, and whispered, "Mu Beiting."

"Yep?"

"Do you have anything tomorrow?" Su Xiangwan asked him softly.

He didn't say a word, looked down at her, his thin lips kissed her hair.

"I want you to accompany me to a place." Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes and spoke softly.

"Good?" she asked again.

He didn't know where she was going, just whispered: "Okay."

The next day, Su Xiangwan got up early.

After seeing Han Che yesterday, she really didn't sleep well. Although she wasn't dreaming that absurd dream, she still couldn't sleep well.

Mu Beiting didn't get any better, he kept guarding her.

Su Xiangwan came out after washing, his gaze fell on Mu Beiting's face, and he couldn't help but smile slightly.

I run around the house year after year, going to the kitchen once, and then back to the living room, and I don't know what I'm doing.

After running back and forth several times, he glanced at Mu Beiting inadvertently when he passed by.

Originally, I was planning to take a look, but after seeing this, the little guy stopped for a while and looked up at Mu Beiting's face with his neck up and his long legs.

Mu Beiting looked condescendingly at the little devil around his legs, unsmiling.

His complexion was actually a bit cold, but with those two bruises at the moment, the lethality was greatly reduced, on the contrary, it was a little cute.

The father and son looked at each other quietly for a few seconds, then withdrew their gaze every year, and ran away again.

Su Xiangwan chuckled, "Did it scare him?"

Mu Beiting glanced at him: "If he is so courageous, he should be educated."

Su Xiangwan ignored him, peeled an egg for him and let him rub his eyes with it.

After Mu Beiting took it, he put it directly in the bowl, planning to eat it later.

Su Xiangwan gave him a white look, and when he saw that there was nothing serious about him, he said a lot, but he still couldn't help but feel distressed.

After a while, there was a sound of boxes rubbing against the floor in the room.

The two looked up at the same time, and they saw that Nian Nian had uncovered a medicine box from nowhere, pouting his little butt, and pushing the silver medicine box on the ground with two small hands, very tired.

Mu Beiting was slightly lost, both of them watched him silently.

After a short while, every year he pushed the medicine box to Mu Beiting's chair, and his two little hands took the handle with great effort, but couldn't move it.

After that, he looked at Mu Beiting a little anxiously: "Baba~"

He could say few things, and he was rarely called Mu Beiting's father. This sound made his heart soft.

He got up and hugged him on his lap, rubbed his little head: "Scream again."

Year after year, I was a little anxious to touch the wound on his face. The thin fingers fell on it with very little strength, like feathers. Seeing Mu Beiting motionless, he couldn't be anxious: "Ba~"