Drifting Towards You

One afternoon passed quickly.

Su Xiangwan discovered that Han Che did not seem to be intentional at the time. He and her rhythm did not match up, and he didn't know why.

However, the two of them had been dancing the old Shanghai dance music in the house for an afternoon, but they gradually found their feelings.

During the last practice.

Su Xiangwan glanced at him and couldn't help but say: "What happened to you before?"

Han Che raised his eyebrows, noncommittal: "I have been deaf before."

Su Xiangwan was slightly startled, she was a little impressed by the fact that he was deaf.

But that happened in the previous life, that is, six years later, when Han Che was thirty.

At that time, it was reported on the Internet that Han Che was deaf, but it was not confirmed by the person concerned.

So she didn't pay too much attention.

But now, he is only twenty-four, why would he say he was deaf before.

Could it be that the same was true in the previous life? It's just been picked out after many years?

Facing his shining eyes, Su Xiangwan frowned, unable to figure it out for a while.

"Why, distressed?" Looking at her reaction, Han Che curled his lips.

"It's getting late, I'm leaving."

Su Xiangwan retracted his hand and didn't plan to practice anymore.

Han Che chuckled lightly and leaned against the door with his arms around him: "Want to find your gold master?"

"You want to control."

Su Xiangwan gave him a glance, took his bag and turned and left.

Take a taxi all the way back to Mu's house.

Su Xiangwan did not see Mu Beiting's existence.

Looking at the time, it was already six o'clock in the evening.

Madam Rong went upstairs and said, "Madam, dinner is ready, you can eat it quickly."

Su Xiangwan was silent for a few seconds before slowly saying, "Mu Beiting hasn't come back yet?"

"Yes, I haven't come back yet."

Su Xiangwan said nothing.

"Mrs?"

"I'll wait for him a while."

Madam Rong thought for a while: "Why don't you call your husband and ask."

Su Xiangwan smiled back: "Okay."

After Rong's mother left, Su Xiangwan took out his mobile phone, stared at his number for a while, and then put it back on the table.

When he left today, his face was so ugly, would he not answer her phone at all?

Holding Xiangji hesitated for a long time, she still didn't make the call after all.

Be prepared to take a shower first.

After nearly an hour, Su Xiangwan slowly took a shower.

It will be half past eight.

Mu Beiting still didn't come back.

Ma Rong came up again to urge her to eat.

Su Xiangwan sat at the big dining table, pouting slightly.

Bad guy, I told you to come back for dinner with you.

The chopsticks moved in her little white hand, and Su Xiangwan slowly put it down again, but finally did not eat anything.

"Ma Rong, I won't eat anymore. The director thinks I am too fat, so I lose weight these days."

Su Xiangwan stood in front of the railing, shouted at Ma Rong downstairs, and went back to the room.

Lie on his big bed, Su Xiangwan rolled and rolled, flipping through the script.

There still seemed to be the cleanness of him on the pillow, and she couldn't help but remember that he was so behaved last night.

The script looks a little absent-minded.

Until eleven o'clock, there was still no movement from him.

Su Xiangwan stared at the clock on the wall for a while, and finally at 11:20, he withdrew his gaze, turned off the lights, and went to bed obediently.

As if nothing happened.

On the other side, Mu Beiting was in the company's office.

The light didn't turn on, he was stuck in the darkness, his arms were on the back of the sofa, and a large slender hand was holding a cigarette.

The smoke was on, and there was a faint flame in the dark.