Drifting Towards You

She minds, it's so hard to mind.

But it is better to be jealous than to mind.

Even if he knew it, even if he had other women, it was before he was with her.

But even so, she was still jealous and exploded in place.

Thinking about it, Su Xiangwan's eye circles were red again.

He is so familiar with the road, he is very experienced at first glance.

I don't know how many women were ruined before her.

Seeing her silent, Mu Beiting said solemnly: "I will accompany you home."

She looked up at him, the mist swirling in her eyes.

Mu Beiting panicked, stretched out his long arms and picked her up. He sat on the sofa and put her on his lap.

"Why are you crying?"

Su Xiangwan sniffed and said coldly: "If you go home with me, I will never come back again!"

He twisted his eyebrows, pressed his thin lips lightly, staring at her silently.

Neither of them spoke.

She was still awkward and refused to give him a good face.

He was even more so angry with her that his face turned pale.

A few minutes later, Su Xiangwan got off his lap and continued to pack his things without saying a word.

Until half an hour later, Mu Beiting carried the suitcase for her with a calm face.

Put it in the trunk of the car.

After Su Xiang got in the car at night, he kept his head sideways looking out the window.

Still refused to pay attention to him.

She remembered that he also said that she was not a woman, and humiliated her so much...

He only touched her once, how could he distinguish the B cup and the C cup.

I must not know how many women have slept before.

Her nose became sore and she became more silent.

My heart seemed to be soaked in a lemon jar, astringent and sour.

Mu Beiting was also very angry at this moment.

Is there anyone more aggrieved than him?

The wife has already married home.

Not only can't tell the world, even her parents can't know, even after a year, there is no reason to go to see her at her house!

There was nothing to say until the car stopped in front of her small building.

She opened the door and got out of the car, and he took the luggage for her.

After Su Xiangwan took it, he glanced at him with red eyes, but after all, he was a little bit disappointed.

Even if it doesn't feel like feeling anymore in her heart, she still whispers softly when she thinks of being separated for half a month, "See you in the next year."

He calmed down a bit, opened his hand and said in a low voice: "Hug."

Su Xiangwan hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and gave a light hug.

His breath was full of her breath, which made her want to leave more and more.

But it was only a moment, she pulled away, looked at him, dragged the suitcase and turned home.

Suddenly his arms were empty, and his heart was also empty.

Mu Beiting stood there, staring at her back, his eyes deep.

Su Xiangwan dragged his suitcase before returning to his bedroom.

His WeChat came in.

There are only three simple words: I miss you.

Su Xiangwan looked at the news, his eyes were slightly wet, and he didn't reply.

Mu Beiting was sitting in the car, looking out the window, his heart sinking.

After only ten minutes apart, he went crazy and missed her.

Unfortunately, it took so long to be separated.

He didn't even get a kiss.

After Su Xiang arrived home late, he sorted things out, but he was a little absent-minded all the time.

In fact, she didn't expect it.

What I care about so much is not his frivolity and humiliation at the beginning, but how many women he has had.

In a blink of an eye, a week passed.

Mu Beiting fixed two telephones a day, and chatted with her on WeChat.

Of course, whether the call is answered depends on the mood of the ancestor.

Basically, WeChat is also unilateral and long-winded.

But she was a bit too frank, whenever he was about to be unable to suppress his anger, she would always give him a little response just right, and she would wipe out his temper.

On this day, there is only about a week left before New Year's Eve.

Su Xiangwan was lying in bed watching Zhang Ke's movie.

Xiaoxiao's call came in.

"Late late, can I go to your house to celebrate the New Year?"

Su Xiangwan was stunned for a moment: "Simo City doesn't care about you?"

"You don't know how horrible it is. This year's New Year's Eve is actually the only two people in my family..." Li Xiaoxiao said softly, she could almost imagine her face full of horror at this moment.