Drifting Towards You

After Mu Beiting went upstairs, he saw the closed door.

He seemed to have expected her reaction a long time ago, he took out the door card, swiped it, and opened the door without any rush.

As soon as the door opened, he faced an angry little face.

Su Xiangwan angrily said: "How did you get in?"

Mu Beiting shook the key card in his hand.

Su Xiangwan was anxious, ran to him and snatched the room card from him, and took a closer look.

Mu Beiting left her alone, and gave it to her if she wanted it.

Anyway, he still has more than a dozen.

Su Xiangwan gave him a white look, then turned and fell on the sofa to recite his lines, ignoring him.

Mu Beiting raised his eyebrows, after all the tossing just now, he would be a little sober.

He put one hand in the trouser pocket of the black home clothes, walked to her side and sat down without any haste, then leaned over, resting on her lap.

Su Xiangwan looked away from the script and glanced at him.

His dark pupils were looking at her.

"What are you doing?"

"You promised to sleep with me."

"Not to accompany."

Mu Beiting frowned and insisted: "You agreed."

Su Xiangwan snorted twice: "Look for your fiancee."

He didn't say a word, his dark pupils just looked at her like that, a few seconds later, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips, and he whispered, "You are not happy anymore."

Su Xiangwan pretended not to hear, wishing to bite off his tongue, and lowered his head to continue reading the script.

Mu Beiting looked at her like that, a few minutes later, his big hand slowly took away the script and threw it aside.

Without the script to cover up, Su Xiangwan was a little uncomfortable when he saw him: "Don't read it, why do you keep watching me?"

Mu Beiting grabbed her small hand and slowly said, "You look good."

"Not as good as your fiancée."

Su Xiangwan tried to withdraw his hand, but he grasped it tightly, not letting her break away.

With deep pupils, he stared at her, with a faint smile in it, as if he was in a good mood.

Su Xiangwan blushed a little when he saw him, he unnaturally looked away, hesitated for a while, or opened his mouth: "What's the deal with you?"

"Shang Wen's agreement, I forgot the details." Mu Beiting said lightly.

Hearing this, Su Xiangwan's small mouth pursed slightly, and he felt a little unhappy in his heart.

Does he like that type?

But since you like her type, why do you get a certificate with yourself?

Eating from the bowl, looking at the pot!

Men really don't have a good thing.

He looked at her and slowly said, "What else do you want to ask."

"Do you like her type?"

When Su Xiangwan asked, he regretted it.

How did she ask what she was thinking?

Mu Beiting had a small smile in his eyes, and his eyes were gentle when he looked at her.

Su Xiangwan said with a guilty conscience: "If you don't want to say it, then forget it."

He looked at her with deep dark eyes and said seriously: "I don't like it, I like you."

Su Xiangwan's heart jumped a little, and his cheeks were slightly hot: "I don't believe it, she was obviously the one you chose at the beginning."

He patiently explained to her: "I smoke it casually."

"What do you mean?" Su Xiangwan was puzzled.

"Shangwen gave me your information, and I picked a copy at hand."

"Then this person is Zhao Xinning?"

"Yep."

"..."

He sat up, looked at her and smiled: "Aren't you angry?"

Su Xiangwan avoided his gaze: "Who is angry?"

He chuckled and pulled her into his arms: "You're going to hang an oil bottle if you're not angry."

"I didn't."

"Don't be angry then sleep."

"No."

He sat up, pressed his chin against her shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Late night... I'm so sleepy."