Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan pushed him away, glanced at the elders who were talking about other elders, and said uncomfortably, "You are more serious."

Mu Beiting chuckled lightly: "How serious is it."

Su Xiangwan ignored him and got up to help Lu Zhixuan and the servant prepare the tableware.

Because of the absence of Meng Xiaolan, the dinner was extremely harmonious, but Mrs. Mu seemed to have a bad appetite and obviously didn't eat much.

The old man and the Mu family brothers persuaded her a few words, but Su Xiangwan and Mu Beiting remained silent.

After the meal, Su Xiangwan saw Mu Yusheng smoke in the yard, so he followed out.

He stood under an old locust tree in the courtyard of the villa, with his back facing the direction of the door, not knowing what he was thinking.

It is cool outside the night style, but the person who blows it is very sober.

Su Xiangwan deliberated for a moment and walked forward, warmly said: "Dad."

Mu Yusheng turned his head, stunned, and then said from Wen: "It's late."

Su Xiangwan nodded and said bluntly: "Dad, do you know that my departure was related to Han Che."

Seeing her suddenly mention Han Che, Mu Yusheng was stunned and nodded: "Know some."

Su Xiangwan looked at his expression calmly, and slowly said, "Did you and Han Che...were acquainted with each other earlier?"

Mu Yusheng was silent for a moment without making a sound.

Su Xiangwan couldn't help but said again: "I inadvertently found out that you have been sending money to an account abroad for these years, and this person...seems to be Han Che's mother and son."

Mentioning the past, Mu Yusheng took a heavy sip of the cigarette in his hand, and his voice became a little low: "Yes, I have indeed been sending money to their accounts all these years."

"Then what exactly are you and Han Che..." Su Xiangwan really couldn't figure it out.

Mu Yusheng pinched the cigarette **** in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Late night, I know that you have a good relationship with Han Che. If you are really good for him, don't ask anymore. It is really no good to him. "

When the words were over, Mu Yusheng left, planning to return to the room.

Su Xiangwan looked at his back, still unwilling: "Have you ever loved Aunt Han?"

Mu Yusheng paused, and said slowly after a few seconds of silence: "No."

Su Xiangwan was a little lost, she couldn't see his expression, and she couldn't judge the authenticity of this sentence.

"Then why does Auntie Han lose control as soon as she hears your name?"

Mu Yusheng turned around this time, his gaze fell on Su Xiangwan: "You mean...she is still alive?"

Su Xiangwan nodded.

In order to prevent others from investigating anything, Han Che forged the news that Aunt Han was dead, but after returning to China this time, he did not deliberately conceal it, so Su Xiangwan would tell Mu Yusheng the news.

Mu Yusheng stared at Su Xiangwan for a long time, but in fact his sight was out of focus.

After a long while, he whispered: "How is she... now?"

"It's usually okay, but you get out of control as soon as you hear your name."

Su Xiangwan still remembered that Aunt Han was so hysterical when she saw Mu Yusheng's photos.

Mu Yusheng nodded and said slowly: "I want to see her."

Su Xiangwan hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I'm afraid this requires Han Che's consent. I can help you ask him what he means."

"Okay... OK..." Mu Yusheng nodded, turned and left, his steps seemed a bit old.

Looking at his back, Su Xiangwan felt a little inexplicable sorrow.

Not long after, she fell into a warm embrace.

Mu Beiting took her in his arms and said in a deep voice, "What are you in a daze?"