Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting took the softness and took Su Xiangwan away. Su Xiangwan took Nian Nian and took care of his short legs.

After the group of people left by car, Su Xiangwan hesitated whether to return to Su's house or not.

But think about it, my father still doesn't know that he has given birth to two children, and he feels guilty again.

But she and her brother have always been in contact, but they heard that Liu Yuerong had given birth to her father a son not long ago.

This has never happened in the previous life.

But listening to my brother's tone, it seemed a bit sarcasm.

Su Xiangwan wanted to ask more, but Su Jincheng didn't want her dirty hands, so she refused to say any more.

After hesitating for a moment, Su Xiangwan thought that he still had to come one by one.

Since it has been so long, there is no need to rush at this moment.

Simply, she and Mu Beiting went to many places they had been together.

The hotel where she met for the first time, the house she rented, the riverside where the two walked, the night market where she went...

Su Xiangwan kept talking to him about their previous interesting things in a gentle voice, Mu Beiting was always silent, but he listened carefully.

Until nine o'clock in the evening, both children were exhausted.

While Mu Beiting held the sleepy and refused to go to bed every year, Su Xiangwan returned to Mu's villa together with the already asleep softly.

Su Xiangwan put Ruanruan on the bed, wiped her small face, her fleshy hands and feet, and then hugged her into the crib again.

On the other side, after Mu Beiting washed Nian Nian, Nian Nian ran over to wrap Su Xiangwan.

Mu Beiting couldn't, so he had to take a bath first.

Su Xiangwan told a story to Nian Nian, and kissed his little face again, and the little guy gradually fell asleep.

Seeing Nian Nian clutching the corner of his clothes tightly, Su Xiangwan sighed softly, thinking about calling Yuan Xue tomorrow and pushing the drama he just picked up to next year.

When Mu Beiting opened the door and walked in, he saw Su Xiangwan looking at his loss year after year.

The halo was soft on her face, and the room was full of warmth.

Seeing the little hand holding Su Xiang's evening clothes tightly every year, Mu Beiting couldn't help but frown, a little dissatisfied: "Why is this kid so sticky to you."

Su Xiangwan raised his head and glanced at him: "It's all up to you yet."

Mu Beiting smiled when he heard the words, and leaned over to kiss her: "I am different from him."

Su Xiangwan turned his face to avoid: "Don't make trouble, I haven't taken a shower yet."

Mu Beiting did not reluctantly, picking up each year and putting it on the small bed, warmly said: "Go, it's not early."

Su Xiangwan still blushed when it seemed to be meaningless.

In the night, Mu Beiting still couldn't hold back and tossed her a few times. Once he tasted his taste, he would have a bit of savory taste.

Su Xiangwan shrank into his arms like a cat, crying and falling asleep, making a temper and refused to pay attention to him.

If he hadn't forcibly circled her in his arms, she was afraid that she would not even sleep in this bed.

But after she fell asleep, she was particularly behaving.

Mu Beiting kissed her small face, closed his eyes, sniffed the scent of her hair, and tried to remember the past that she had told him.

The next day, the sun went three poles.

Su Xiangwan slowly woke up, still nestled in someone's arms.

Touched the phone and glanced at it, it turned out to be eleven o'clock.

Su Xiangwan struggled to get up, and since he was with Mu Beiting, he has become more and more degenerate.

"Woke up?"

Mu Beiting woke up as soon as she moved.

The warm breath fell in her ears, and she turned slightly and looked up at him with her small face up: "You can really sleep."