Drifting Towards You

Han Che no longer concealed it, holding up the cookie box and threw it into the trash can.

Su Xiangwan was slightly startled.

Are there so many people?

He threw it?

You know, she inadvertently caught this man's face in her previous life.

But at least they have converged.

She remembered that Han Che's fan support group meticulously embroidered a huge poster for him. It is said that each of the five hundred and twenty thousand fans embroidered a stitch before embroidering the cross stitch.

She remembered the tears filled his eyes when he was moved, and took it with sobs.

But when she turned her head, she saw him throw the cross stitch directly into the trash can after he left the field.

One time later, she accidentally heard him calling.

"En, yes. I never liked you."

"For the media."

"Don't pester me anymore, if you don't want me to send you my fruit photos publicly."

At that moment, she understood.

The man's heart is cold.

He is more like a beast in human skin, scum, very scum.

But not long before her death, she accidentally broke into a private room, but saw the unforgettable scene again.

...

Su Xiangwan recovered from his thoughts and slowly said: "Why, don't you pretend? Are you ready to let yourself go?"

Han Che curled his lips, the purity on his face disappeared a little: "I want to change my way of life."

Su Xiangwan froze for a moment, and silently looked at him.

Change the way of living...change the way of living...

Did he just say it casually, or she thinks too much.

But anyway, in his previous life, he would never do such a thing in front of so many people.

He has always managed his image very well.

Nowadays, are you too lazy to even act?

Seeing Su Xiangwan looking at him, Han Che lightly lit a cigarette.

Su Xiangwan frowned, his image to the media has never been close to alcohol and tobacco.

"Is the image really bad?"

"You can see it quite clearly." He chuckled lightly.

She was silent.

But before long, Han Che spoke again: "Su Xiangwan."

She raised her eyes.

"You are using him." Han Che tapped the tabletop gently with his fingers.

She knew who he was referring to.

The place where the fingertips fell was the man who did not return last night.

Su Xiangwan didn't answer him, but said slowly: "People like you generally don't survive three episodes in the script."

Han Che gave a chuckle, got up and left.

After a few steps, he turned his head and glanced at her sideways: "Actually, you and I are the same kind of people."

When the words fell, he walked away.

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes and said softly in his heart: You are wrong, we are not the same kind of people.

In a blink of an eye, a week passed.

Mu Beiting never went home.

Since he left that night, he never called her again, or sent a WeChat message.

However, he can always see his news in the newspapers every other time.

Today, which woman he is talking about is the right one.

Tomorrow, tell me where he recruits bees and butterflies.

Su Xiangwan hasn't had any response, nor has he taken the initiative to look for him.

At this moment, Mu Beiting was sitting at the desk with a cold and scary face.

There was a pile of entertainment news in front of him.

The above is obviously his lace news these days.

His eyes fell on the newspaper, a bit cold, his thin lips pressed into a cold arc.

After a long time, he picked up the phone beside him and clicked on WeChat.

She still didn't send a message.

I haven't made a phone call either.

He lowered his eyes slightly, the bluish gray under his eyes was heavy.

That day, Su Xiangwan finished a scene with Yu Liuzhu.

It was at noon that the crew began to organize things one after another.

Su Xiangwan didn't care too much, just as a routine inventory and sorting.

After receiving lunch, she found a corner, lowered her head and ate a few bites, but didn't notice the movement in the distance.

At this moment, several black cars stopped one after another outside the studio.

Mu Beiting, dressed in an ink-colored suit, was surrounded by others, and Zheng Yulong and the producer were beside him, introducing something as they walked.