Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting ignored her for a whole week.

He picked her up and picked her up as always, but he didn't say a word to her again.

She didn't coax him as usual. The two seemed to be in a cold war.

In fact, Su Xiangwan did not deliberately, she also tried to talk to him a few times, but when she saw him ignore it, she didn't take the initiative to speak anymore.

In fact, she just needs time to think about it.

She thought that he actually just wanted her.

So she compromised.

Unexpectedly, he was angry.

Su Xiangwan thought, maybe she knew in her heart that he treated her a little differently.

It's just that she has been deliberately avoiding it.

Guozhao who promised Xiaoxiao had broken her promise again, and Mu Beiting ignored her and naturally she had no chance.

She tried to get Hanche's, but she failed several times.

Until Friday evening, the two went back to their rooms after dinner in silence.

Su Xiangwan shrank on the sofa after taking a shower and lit a cigarette.

But she kept holding it between her fingers, restraining her from drawing.

There was a knock on the door, Su Xiangwan pinched the smoke out, and took a look: "In."

The visitor was Ma Rong, with a plate of cut fruits in her hand: "Ma'am, I'll cut some fruits for you."

"Thank you."

After Su Xiangwan thanked him, Ma Rong glanced at the cigarette **** in the ashtray and turned to leave.

Walked to the living room and ran into Mu Beiting.

Madam Rong bowed and said, "Master, the fruit has already been sent to the wife."

Mu Beiting was silent for a few seconds, and Rong Ma was about to retreat.

He couldn't help but whispered: "What is she doing."

Madam Rong thought for a while, and she didn't understand what the two of them were making recently.

"My wife sat on the sofa in a daze, as if... smoking a cigarette."

Mu Beiting was startled slightly, his thin lips pressed lightly without making a sound.

Rong Ma glanced at him and shook her head gently.

Obviously I wanted to go, but I didn't say anything about it.

Young man...the road is still long...

After Rong Ma stepped back, Mu Beiting stood there for a long time, but after all he couldn't hold back and walked towards the master bedroom.

The door was suddenly opened, and Su Xiangwan thought she was still Rong's mother.

But when he looked up, he was taken aback.

He was wearing a silver-gray suit, with one hand on the handle of the door, his back facing the light, his handsome cheeks sunk in a shadow, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Su Xiangwan was a little surprised, but he didn't expect him to come.

After all, this week, he had never entered this room that originally belonged to him.

Mu Beiting stared at her for a long time, but after all he walked in with his long legs.

Su Xiangwan sat up straight for a few minutes, not knowing his intention.

Thinking of taking the initiative to speak to him, but didn't know what to say.

A few seconds later, he whispered softly: "Is something wrong with me?"

His thin lips pressed tighter and his eyes were cold.

Can't you show up in front of her if it's okay?

Obviously noticing that he seemed to be even more unhappy, Su Xiangwan also fell silent.

Mu Beiting slowly retracted his gaze, swept across the cigarette **** in the ashtray on the coffee table, his expression darkened a little.

Noting his gaze, Su Xiangwan explained softly: "I didn't smoke...I just clicked..."

Halfway through the conversation, she stopped talking again.

Because she didn't know what to say for a while, could it be said that she was just playing with it?

She has indeed been a bit addicted to smoking recently, except for the last time he slammed the door and left her, but he really didn't touch it afterwards.

Sometimes I can't help but want to smoke, just keep watching when I light it.

Endure not to touch it.

I don't know if it is the feelings that are becoming more and more difficult to avoid for him or his own smoking addiction.

He just stood in place and looked at her, casting a long shadow that happened to envelop her.