Drifting Towards You

Looking at the paparazzi and reporters who were still chasing the car and filming, Su Xiangwan curled his eyebrows: "I don't know where the news from these people is."

Han Che also wore his brain and sat beside her warmly and said, "The paparazzi has always been like this. It is estimated that someone met and revealed the itinerary when getting on the plane."

Su Xiangwan nodded, vaguely remembering that before boarding the plane, two little girls pointed to her and talked with Han Che for a long time.

After all, her big belly is a bit dazzling now.

The car quickly started driving, Su Xiangwan lightly breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes fell out of the window and looked at everything he was familiar with, and he felt better.

However, within half a year, Haicheng hadn't changed much.

Withdrawing his gaze, looking at Xiang Yi who was driving, Su Xiangwan whispered, "Is Mu Beiting awake?"

Xiang Yi paused while holding the steering wheel, wondering if she should tell her the truth.

Without a response, Su Xiangwan only pretended that he hadn't heard clearly.

I was about to ask again, but suddenly felt a pain in my stomach, and my hand subconsciously stroked my stomach, his face paled a bit.

Han Che sat next to her, and first found out that something was wrong with her: "Stomach hurts?"

Su Xiangwan's face was ugly, and a thin layer of sweat oozes from his forehead.

She also didn't know what was wrong, how could her good stomach suddenly hurt so much?

Is it possible to give birth prematurely again?

Su Xiangwan's face turned pale, but fortunately, he had been born for a year, but he was not too flustered.

Su Xiangwan looked at Han Che and squeezed out a smile and said softly: "It seems that I am about to give birth. I guess I know I want to see Dad so I can't wait..."

Han Che was slightly startled, it was only eight months, how could he have to give birth at this time?

"Go to the hospital, hurry!" Han Che recovered and spoke to Xiang Yi. Yuan Xue told Su Xiangwan to call the doctor and the hospital immediately.

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes and took a deep breath, somehow it suddenly hurt so much at this time.

She didn't think she was thinking about it, but she was upset when she was crowded at the airport.

Su Xiangwan's forehead oozes fine beads of sweat, and she lowers her eyes. She looks calm, but the pain in her stomach makes her small face look paler and her eyebrows are twisted.

Han Che clutched her arm tightly, staring at her nervously, and said in a low voice: "Yin Ren, the hospital will be here soon."

Su Xiangwan only responded and said nothing.

More than ten minutes later, Xiang Yi drove the car into a hospital.

Su Xiangwan was pushed into the operating room.

On the other side, Mu Beiting stayed in the hospital for observation for a few days, and was discharged today after confirming that it was OK.

Because the hospital belongs to the Rong family, and Rong Chen has been watching him personally, but Mu Beiting's awakening was not revealed.

Therefore, the hospital was quiet, but it did not attract any reporters and media.

Shang Wen had already parked his car in the front yard of the hospital, and when he saw Mu Beiting, he immediately stepped forward and opened the door: "Master."

Mu Beiting had changed into an ink-colored suit, except that his face was still a little pale, and he was also two points thinner, but he had returned to the calm and cold appearance he used to be.

Meng Xiaolan followed him and said anxiously, "Bei Ting, let's say hello to the old lady and the others before leaving the hospital, or wait for them to come to see you, I'm afraid you will be empty."

She persuaded her softly, but unfortunately the man ignored it.

After Mu Beiting got in the car, Meng Xiaolan hesitated for a moment and followed.

Mu Beiting's eyebrows frowned immediately, and he felt bored when he was in the same space as the woman called his wife.

"Bei Ting, you still call the old lady..."

"Get out of the car." Mu Beiting lowered his eyes, covering a touch of impatience in his eyes.