Drifting Towards You

A meal can be considered a pleasant one.

Before leaving, Haohao woke up.

Su Zhiguo still loves it, Xu Shi has a different mood from when he was young, and he likes his white and fat son very much.

Even when he sent Su Xiangwan and Mu Beiting away, he still didn't forget to speak, "Haohao said goodbye to his brother and sister?"

As he said, he didn't forget to raise Su Jinhao's small hand and swing it, his face full of love.

Su Jincheng smiled warmly: "Where can he talk, Dad is too impatient."

Su Zhiguo looked at the eldest son in front of him, his eyes were a little complicated, and he sighed softly: "If you have nothing to do, come back and have a look. Let Yue Rong cook what you like.

Su Jincheng nodded slightly, his expression still light and cold, but with just the right gentleness.

"The little guy really looks like a day, but Haohao really doesn't look like his dad at all." Su Xiangwan Wen said in a voice, and his gaze scanned Liu Yuerong aside.

Sure enough, Liu Yuerong's face was slightly stiff upon hearing this, and she subconsciously looked at Su Xiangwan.

Seeing that she didn't look at herself, she breathed a sigh of relief, wondering that she might be over-concerned.

Su Zhiguo still didn't notice anything wrong, and said with a smile: "I also think he looks more like Yuerong, but he looks better and looks pretty like Yuerong."

Su Xiangwan sighed softly, "Dad, take good care of yourself, let's go back first."

After all, Su Xiangwanrang said goodbye to Su Zhiguo and Liu Yuerong every year, and then turned to the car.

Su Xiangwan originally wanted to ask her brother's opinion on Acacia again, but because of the inconvenience of the crowd, she couldn't ask.

After getting in the car, Su Xiangwan sighed and couldn't help asking Mu Beiting, "What kind of person do you think your brother is?"

Mu Beiting glanced at her and said nothing.

Su Xiangwan said to himself: "I thought that something like that happened back then, my brother would at least blame his father or hate him, but now I really can't see it at all. And that incident should have been designed by Liu Yuerong, but You see, brother holding Haohao really seems to have no complaints."

Mu Beiting's eyes were very deep, and he didn't answer her.

But he knows that people who have gone from nothing to the point where they are now will only be darker in heart, and the means will only be more ruthless.

Su Xiangwan didn't seem to understand, she sighed softly, "I just hope he can be happy."

The next day, Su Xiangwan couldn't help but went to take a picture of the cover of the magazine.

After tossing for a day, when I was about to leave, I received a call from an unfamiliar number.

Su Xiangwan frowned and looked at it, then connected: "Hello, who?"

There was no voice on the other side, Su Xiangwan repeated it again, and still did not respond.

She just treated it as a harassing call and was about to hang up.

The other side suddenly said, "It's me."

Su Xiangwan was slightly startled.

Song Ziming?

She really didn't expect it to be him.

She fell silent for a while, and the other side did not speak.

After Su Xiangwan recovered, he slowly said, "What's the matter, Mr. Song?"

A sparsely cold address, the simple three words of Mr. Song, made Song Ziming feel painful and pale.

She seemed to call him Ziming before, but now it can only be the cold Mr. Song.

"I'm discharged." Song Ziming spoke slowly.

He thought she would at least see him when he was discharged from the hospital, but except that day, he never saw her again.

Su Xiangwan didn't understand Song Ziming's intention to call herself, and just whispered, "Congratulations."

Song Ziming only felt that the five flavors were mixed, which was particularly bitter.