Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan stared at the mobile phone and hesitated for a long time, before daring to dial Mu Beiting's phone.

At this moment, Mu Beiting was sitting in his study with a gloomy face.

On the brown-black desk in front of him, there was a stack of papers.

The black pen is in his hand, and the slender fingers set off it, which is very beautiful.

Nearly twenty minutes passed, and the phone next to the file still made no sound.

Mu Beiting felt a touch of irritation, closed the document in his hand, and threw it aside.

While waiting for her in the studio today, he ran into Han Che's car.

There is no reason why Han Che, the male protagonist, does not need to add drama, but she, the second female actress, has to shoot night scenes until late at night.

Just when he was about to lose patience completely, the phone finally rang.

Su Xiangwan struggled for nearly half an hour, still sighed and called him back.

"Hey?"

She spoke softly, but there was only a moment of silence across the microphone.

She almost doubted whether the call was missed.

But she knew that a certain man was probably angry.

"Mu Beiting, are you listening?"

"Yep."

He finally answered, and Su Xiangwan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't know how to speak.

The two held the phone in silence for a long time. What is rare is that Su Xiangwan, who is extremely sloppy, is also speechless for a while.

After a long time, she finally slowly said: "Have you eaten yet?"

"Yep."

"Then...you go to bed early."

Mu Beiting's thin lips pressed lightly without making a sound.

"Then I... just hang up first..." Su Xiangwan was a little flustered, who asked him not to say a word.

Can you still have a good chat?

How can this continue?

"No." He whispered, and she could feel his displeasure through the microphone.

"Then...Okay...Okay."

Su Xiangwan lay down on the bed, holding a mobile phone, and shrank into a ball.

Sure enough, my aunt's stomach still hurts to death. But why did she feel that it was not herself who came to her aunt, but the other man across from the microphone.

Holding the microphone for nearly an hour, Su Xiangwan's eyelids began to fight up and down.

She is now a baby who needs care.

Why did the big devil torture her at this time?

The phone slipped from his hand for the Nth time, but every time, Mu Beiting seemed to feel something.

He always speaks at the right time: "Su Xiangwan."

"En...En?"

Su Xiangwan, who was drowsy, came to his senses when he was sober.

Mu Beiting was silent for a long time before finally speaking, "I went to the crew today."

Su Xiangwan's heart twitched, and slowly got up and sat down on the bed.

Yeah, didn't you guess that he must know that he was lying?

"speak."

Seeing that there was only silence in the microphone, Mu Beiting was upset.

"Oh...Yes... Originally the crew informed that they would add night scenes, but later they said it would be another day. I thought that everyone was staying in a hotel, and I was too special and bad, so I followed."

Mu Beiting's thin lips tightened, and his big hand holding the phone tightened a little bit.

Under the light and shadow of the lamp, the blue veins on the back of his hand can be seen.

Does he seem to be so cheating?

Use this crappy excuse!

Or she didn't even bother to think about a realistic excuse.

He just wanted to hang up, but he wanted to hear her voice, or even breathing.

But in fact, Su Xiangwan did not make up this excuse very carefully.

In fact, she knew very well that he knew she was lying.

Therefore, what is the reason for not going home is not that important at all.

Mu Beiting was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Tomorrow I will take you home."