Drifting Towards You

Ms. Lu hugged Nian Nian and said softly: "Mom, I'm too hard-tempered, don't I want to fight with you every day."

Mrs. Mu gave a cold snort, but it was rare and uncontested.

She knew what virtue she was.

I have lived for most of my life, but I haven't seen anyone's face, and I don't even bow my head.

The two of them walked out. It was only two o'clock in the afternoon, and they still had to come over again in the evening with Mr. Mu and others.

After getting in the car, the old lady said to Ms. Lu every year: "When you look back, please clean up that girl's things in the villa. Don't let Bei Ting see the clues."

"Also, ask someone to clear up all the photos and scandals on the Internet, and don't let Bei Ting hear anything."

Ms. Lu was thinking about where there are so many news on the Internet.

When I look back and ask the family to leave more traces of lateness, it won't really give birth to a dove occupying a magpie's nest.

After Meng Xiaolan returned to the ward, she saw the man staring out of the window with her cheek sideways.

A faint sunlight enveloped his figure, but unlike when he was asleep, at this moment, even if there is sunlight surrounding him, his whole body is always cold and indifferent, not as warm as when he is asleep.

"Mu... Bei Ting, would you like to drink some water?" Meng Xiaolan stepped forward, pondering her mouth.

Mu Beiting seemed to have not heard him, still motionless, staring out the window without knowing what he was looking at.

Meng Xiaolan didn't speak any more, just poured a glass of water for him and put it on the head of the bed, then calmed down.

This is where she is smarter than many people. Mu Beiting ignored her and she stayed at the bedside peacefully.

Mu Beiting stared out the window for half an hour, and then she was quiet for half an hour.

It was not until he withdrew his gaze that she said softly, "Do you feel any uncomfortable? Do you need me to call the doctor over to see it again?"

Mu Beiting's sight finally fell on her face.

The woman has a classic oval face, painted a little makeup, fair skin, long straight hair, and has a gentle and classical beauty.

But staring at this face, he didn't have the slightest impression, but felt a little empty.

Facing those deep eyes, Meng Xiaolan forced her to calm down, but her cheeks still turned red involuntarily.

She was about to speak, but he had already retracted his gaze and lowered his eyes slightly, as if he didn't want to disturb her.

In the evening, Mr. Mu and his family came all the time. Although the originally clean ward was not noisy, it became lively.

Ms. Lu warmly introduced a group of people to Mu Beiting, but Mu Beiting did not respond.

After the introduction, Mu Beiting frowned and looked at the little bun who kept crawling on him and wanted to hang on him.

Since Mu Bei Ting woke up, he became more lively every year.

As soon as I saw my own Baba, I would hang on him.

Mu Beiting stretched out his hand several times to poke him away, and within a few seconds he crawled back on his own.

Until the third time, he climbed onto him every year.

Mu Beiting's eyebrows tightened a little bit, and he was holding him to remove him from him.

Every year, his small mouth was flat, his big round eyes were covered with mist, and he looked at him aggrievedly and pitifully.

He suddenly felt soft, and looked away but didn't throw him away again.

Year after year, he stopped crying, and crawled on him, insisting on holding him.

His arms and legs are still soft, and his body is not flat, he slipped down several times.

Mu Beiting had to stretch out his hand to hug him, twisting his brows and the little devil in his arms and staring at him.