Drifting Towards You

Seeing her serious face, he lightly kissed the corner of her eye: "Tomorrow I will arrange for Shang Wen to talk about the buyout."

"Will it be a little too risky?"

Seeing him speak so confidently, Su Xiangwan was a little uneasy.

After all, the past life is the past life, and this life is the present life. It is hard to guarantee that some things will not produce variables.

"No, if you like it, I'll buy it back."

Su Xiangwan was slightly startled and looked at him blankly.

But in his vast eyes of the star sea, only full of pampering and tenderness, like a galaxy, indescribably beautiful.

It is rare to sleep peacefully all night, and early the next morning, Su Xiangwan was awakened by the alarm clock.

Look at the time, half past six.

He was about to get up, but was pulled back by the man beside him.

It is rare for Mu Beiting to have a good night's sleep, even if the little thing in his arms tortured him all night.

"Lie down again." He slowly opened his eyes, his voice hoarse.

Su Xiangwan hesitated, seeing the bloodshot eyes under his eyes, and he couldn't bear it.

How busy he is every day, he doesn't know how he usually rests, there are always so many bloodshot eyes in his eyes.

Seeing him closing his eyes again, Su Xiangwan thought for a while, and decided not to buy breakfast for the crew’s makeup artist today.

I ordered a new alarm clock at half past seven.

Calculating to get up at 7:30, move swiftly, eat breakfast in the car, it should be too late.

Thinking like this, she gradually fell asleep again.

His arms were very warm, and he was as good as he said last night. He didn't move and was very good.

seven thirty.

Su Xiangwan had to get up neatly, and after hurriedly washing and cleaning up, Mu Beiting had also changed his clothes and sat on the sofa in the living room waiting for her.

"Let's go, it's too late."

Mu Beiting put down the financial newspaper in his hand and got up, straightened his tie, his eyes fell on Su Xiangwan.

Su Xiangwan glanced at him and went downstairs first.

Mu Beiting's face darkened a bit, and he walked to the mirror and looked at his tie.

Um... so obvious, can't you see it?

Frowning, he turned and followed her.

Because the two got up late, Rong's mother thoughtfully packed the breakfast in the lunch box and sent it to the car.

Mu Beiting peeled an egg for her. After Su Xiangwan took it, he ate the egg while drinking the porridge, and gobbled it a bit.

Mu Beiting's posture for eating is still elegant, not eager nor slow.

After the meal, Su Xiangwan lowered her head to scan her Weibo. She has no public Weibo yet, just a trumpet, and she can use it to scan news.

Mu Beiting also had a document in his hand, but he couldn't concentrate at all.

"cough……"

After a few minutes, he finally couldn't help but cough slightly.

Su Xiangwan turned his head to look at him, he raised his eyes and looked at her without making a sound.

Su Xiangwan retracted his gaze again and continued to scan Weibo.

Mu Beiting's expression looked a little ugly. After a few minutes, he coughed slightly, "Cough..."

Su Xiangwan turned his head to look at him again. This time, Mu Beiting raised his hand to loosen the tie of his tie, for fear that she would not be able to see her new tie.

However, Su Xiangwan really didn't see it, and he drew back his gaze neatly.

The big hand holding the file tightened slightly, Mu Beiting looked bad, he changed his tie, the one she gave him.

But is it that not obvious?

Not long after, Mu Beiting coughed again unwillingly.

Su Xiangwan looked at him with some worry: "I have an uncomfortable throat? Did you catch a cold? Look, I said I shouldn't sleep together. It must be a cold."