Drifting Towards You

Song Ziming didn't answer, just glanced at the woman next to him lightly.

The woman was a little uncomfortable, and then she said to herself: "Let's be together. Meeting is also considered fate, and there is not much money in the end."

However, Su Xiangwan didn’t want to have anything to do with Song Ziming anymore. She smiled and refused to say: “Forget it, I don’t dare to ask for Mr. Song’s things, lest Miss Qian becomes the second Li Qingqing again. There may not be that life."

Song Ziming stared at her silently, his expression still looked gentle, but there was a sense of complexity hidden in his eyes.

After that, Su Xiangwan turned around and asked the salesperson to wrap up his clothes, and did not plan to greet them again.

After all, even friends are not even considered as friends, and there is no need to live a good life even if you want to.

Moreover, what Su Xiangwan said just now is true.

On the one hand, she didn't want to owe Song Ziming anything, on the other hand, no matter how she thought about Li Qingqing the last time, he helped fuel the flames.

Besides, listen to my brother.

He killed the child in Li Qingqing's stomach.

Su Xiangwan lightly lowered his eyes, huh, he was as ruthless as ever.

Xiaoxiao glanced at the two incomprehensibly, and said nothing.

After Su Xiangwan checked out, he put on his sunglasses again, carrying his clothes and leaving Xiaoxiao.

Song Ziming's gaze still fell on Su Xiangwan's back, not knowing what she was thinking about, until her figure disappeared, her gaze never looked back.

Qian Yanan's expression was a little ugly: "Ziming, what else do you look at when everyone is gone?"

Song Ziming slowly retracted his gaze, and didn't care whether Qian Yanan was upset, and said warmly: "Have you chosen it? Do you need to try it?"

Qian Yanan's anger was only slightly dissipated, and he began to pick up his clothes instead.

But after a while, she couldn't help but speak: "Ziming, you and... Su Xiangwan, are they really just friends?"

Song Ziming looked at her directly, not annoyed: "What do you want to say?"

Vaguely aware that he seemed to be a little unhappy, Qian Yanan immediately smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's just that you are quite familiar."

Song Ziming didn't speak.

Qian Yanan quietly looked at his expression, and his heart sank a little bit.

After Song Ziming and Li Qingqing divorced, there were also several women around him. Although his reputation and status in the Song family is not as good as before, he is still the grandson of Song old man.

In addition, there are a lot of talents, gentle and considerate, and there are not many people who want to marry him.

She has been with him for several months, and naturally, other women have to cling to her, but there has never been a woman who can give her such a sense of crisis like Su Xiangwan.

But obviously, Su Xiangwan is already married, even the mother of two children.

Qian Yanan repeatedly comforted herself that they were impossible, perhaps it was a woman's intuition. She always felt that Su Xiangwan was different to Song Ziming from others.

Qian Yanan hid these thoughts in his heart and did not dare to ask any more.

After picking a few clothes and strolling with Song Ziming, he went to a western restaurant upstairs.

On the other hand, after Su Xiangwan and Li Xiaoxiao had bought a lot of things, they also felt a little tired.

Li Xiaoxiao put on a new pair of high-heeled shoes, which Xiao Nizi rarely wears. After Su Xiangwan picked a pair for her just now, she put on them happily.

The heel is not high, about three or four centimeters, but the heel is very thin, which is not easy for Li Xiaoxiao, who has not worn high heels much.