Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you think?"

Li Xiaoxiao shuddered, her small face turned pale, and her whole body was in trouble.

That...those are actually for...for her.

Su Xiangwan smiled like a strange aunt: "So, don't let him touch you, don't touch him with a finger."

Xiaoxiao tugged at her hand: "I'm afraid to be late."

At this time, a low and steady voice sounded behind him: "Miss Su's lesson seems to be not enough."

Su Xiangwan froze, do you want to be so unlucky?

Is this person walking silent?

Since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous!

Simocheng didn't know when to appear behind the two, met Li Xiaoxiao's blank eyes, and slowly said, "Don't listen to her."

Li Xiaoxiao still looked at him blankly, without any reaction.

His eyes were deep: "I heard it."

After a few seconds, Li Xiaoxiao nodded slowly, not daring to look at his deep eyes again.

He reached out and rubbed her head: "Goodbye."

She was able to avoid it, her head drooping but still thinking about what happened just now.

He stared at her for a few seconds, and said in a deep voice, "Adjutant Zhang bought the things. If you make a mistake, you should be punished."

Li Xiaoxiao slowly raised his head to look at him, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Don't want to, Simocheng's eyes were deep, and he slowly said, "So, don't make mistakes."

Li Xiaoxiao's face turned white, and the nerves that were loosened suddenly tightened.

After this day, Su Xiangwan hadn't paid much attention to Mu Beiting.

The attitude is always neither salty nor indifferent, and occasionally responds twice.

Strictly speaking, even very cold.

Only when Mu Beiting calmed down, his heart was a little irritable.

He just couldn't see how cold she was to him.

However, Liu Yuerong seemed to be aware of some clues, and stared at the two if there was nothing to do.

So that he also had to settle down.

On New Year's Eve, Su Yufei returned.

After seeing Mu Beiting, his eyes gleamed, but after several days of torment, he didn't have any strength at all.

He said a few good words eagerly, but didn't get a good fruit, so he went back to the room and fell asleep.

Around eight o'clock in the evening, except for Su Yufei's family sitting at the coffee table making dumplings, watching the Spring Festival Gala.

Mu Beiting never watched it, and felt bored.

But this time, watching her sitting next to her with a dumpling wrapper on her snow-white palm, put the fillings, and watched her fingers kneading the dough bit by bit, he also found it interesting.

But before long, he felt a little jealous of the dumplings in her hands.

Her hands are so beautiful, so thin and vain, but they haven't been held by him for a long time.

"How to pack, teach me." He raised his eyes slightly and whispered beside her.

Su Xiangwan didn't believe that he had been watching for so long, and he still couldn't learn.

He glanced for nothing and said nothing.

"Do you teach?" he asked.

"Don't teach." She didn't lift her head, she refused simply, with a somewhat cold attitude.

He seemed to approach inadvertently, and whispered in her small and delicate ear: "Late night, do you know that every time you are cold to me, I want to kill you in bed."

Su Xiangwan's back chilled and his hands began to tremble.

The half-wrapped dumplings fell from his hands with a soft sound.

Su Zhiguo and Liu Yuerong looked up at her.

Su Xiangwan picked up the dumplings pretending to be calm, and said nothing.

When the two of them looked away, she glanced at him alertly, with warnings in her eyes.

He looked at her with cold eyes, his lips slightly bent.

He didn't ask either. He kept staring at her, her heart was beating hard, but fortunately, a phone call called him away.

Mu Beiting walked to the window impatiently.