Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan lightly breathed a sigh of relief, took a shower, and changed into a set of long-sleeved furnishing clothes with a lead. The hair was dried and draped, so that all traces on his body were covered.

"Madam, are you up?"

"Ma Rong, it's up."

Ma Rong looked at her with an ambiguous smile: "Mr. asked you to have breakfast before you leave, and the driver will wait for you outside."

"Oh... Mom Rong, I'm resting at home today. I haven't had my role in these two days."

When the words were over, Su Xiangwan looked at the living room again, but didn't see him. A little uneasy, he said, "Has Mu Beiting gone?"

"Mr. left at five o'clock. There seems to be an important meeting."

Su Xiangwan lightly breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person felt at ease.

After eating breakfast, Su Xiangwan took the "two cakes" around in the yard for a while, then nestled on the sofa in the living room upstairs to read the script.

The weather is good today, and the sun outside the window is excellent.

The whole living room is warm, the breeze is not dry, and it is extraordinarily comfortable.

But at about ten o'clock in the morning, there was a sudden noise from downstairs, causing her to lift her head slightly.

After a while, a woman wearing a white chiffon dress came up the stairs and gradually entered Su Xiangwan's sight.

The appearance of a woman in her early twenties, with black hair, a pointed chin, and an outstanding appearance, her appearance can be considered excellent.

Su Xiangwan tilted his head for a while and thought she was a bit familiar.

But after thinking for a long time, I never remembered where I saw it.

After seeing her, the woman was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned her head to the downstairs and said, "Why is she here!"

Ma Rong heard the movement and hurriedly followed.

Immediately he tugged the woman's sleeve and reminded him in a low voice, "Jia Qing, this is his wife."

The woman's face changed suddenly, with a sullen expression, and she said sharply: "What wife?"

Madam Rong frowned and repeated: "This is the wife."

"Which wife? Whose wife! Where's the wife!"

The woman's emotions became particularly agitated for a while, and her eyes were stained with bitterness.

Su Xiangwan still maintained his previous posture, because the light was so full that he could even see the tiny froths flying out of the woman's mouth.

Madam Rong sighed softly, "Jia Qing, Mr. Su is married, and Miss Su is Mr.'s wife."

Su Xiangwan tilted his head and dragged his cheeks, leaning against the corner of the sofa, lazily watching the excitement.

She still didn't remember who the woman in front of her was.

But it looked like he had a leg with Mu Beiting.

But to be honest, this woman is not as distinctive as Zhao Xinning, otherwise she wouldn't have remembered where she had been before for a long time.

The woman shook her mother Rong away and turned to look at Su Xiangwan.

Seeing that she was wearing a set of home clothes, with a thin blanket on her legs, and fruit tea and some pastries on the coffee table, she looked content.

His eyes turned red in an instant.

He walked quickly to Su Xiangwan and said in a condescending manner: "Have you got a marriage certificate with your husband?"

Su Xiangwan looked at her faintly: "It's related to you?"

"Of course it is!"

Su Xiangwan chuckled and asked, "Then what's the matter with you?"

The woman was speechless for a while, and she was speechless.

"Mu Beiting has made your belly bigger?"

With that said, Su Xiangwan's gaze fell on her stomach, making a real concern.

"Or, did he always give up on you?"

"Don't worry about what it has to do with me! What exactly did you use to confuse your husband? How could he get a marriage certificate with a woman like you! He can't marry a woman like you!"