Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting frowned and looked at the half-open window.

He stepped forward to close it, then walked to the bed and tucked her legs and arms back into the quilt.

Seemingly feeling, she let out a dissatisfaction.

Fucked his brows, but didn't wake up.

He stood by the bed, staring at her small face for a long time, lowering his eyes slightly to cover the pain in his eyes.

Obviously you are so soft all over.

Why is it so hard?

Why didn't you even discuss with me? Why did you lie to me when you came back!

His heart seemed to be tightening a little bit, and his face was a little pale when he was kneaded tightly by a big hand.

He stood by the bed for a long time, and then turned and left until the sky was light.

Rong's mother got up early and was preparing breakfast.

"Master, don't you need breakfast anymore?"

Mu Beiting stopped and said in a deep voice, "Don't let her touch the cold water, turn off the air conditioner."

"Yes."

"Don't tell her, I've been back."

When the words fell, he left again.

For a week, Su Xiangwan didn't see Mu Beiting.

But since the last time she played, she hasn't taken the initiative to find him again.

After all, who doesn't have a temper?

After a big deal, the child will come out with her surname.

But having said that, I don't know what kind of evil Rong's mother has recently been. She stewed her various tonic soups all day long, which indirectly caused her appetite to become worse and worse.

That evening.

Mu Beiting, Li Mubai and Rong Chen gathered in the world.

On the dance floor, demons danced wildly, feasting, and drunk fans.

Mu Beiting lit a cigarette and sat in the corner, focusing on the enchanting woman on the stage.

He didn't understand the difference between these women and her.

Why did she mock him as a fool? She must be guilty.

"Mao Mu~ can you sit?" A woman with long curly hair and big waves, wearing this striped vest and denim shorts, looked at him with a smile on her face.

Mu Beiting glanced at her lightly, but took a strong puff of the cigarette between his fingers.

The woman looks like her in threes, with the most similar body and hair.

Seeing her silent, the woman sat down beside him with a glass of wine, her legs crossed, and the white flowers were all over her, and she was fascinated by her.

"Mu Shao have a drink?" The woman poured a glass of wine for him.

It was handed to him, but he didn't answer it.

The woman smiled and put the wine glass on the coffee table in front of his table: "Mu Shao really doesn't understand Lianxiangxiyu."

Mu Beiting sneered at her cigarette, squinted at her, "Like me?"

Unexpectedly, when he asked this, the woman was stunned for a moment.

After listening to him continue to say: "You still like my money?"

The woman thought for a while and looked at him seriously: "Although our family is not as good as the Mu family, I don't seem to be short of money."

Mu Beiting's eyes were deep and he sneered.

The woman took advantage of the situation and leaned on him for a few minutes, and her arm was covered with dark green nails.

His brows curled into a ball, and the breath all over his body became a bit cold: "Remove your hands!"

His eyes were gloomy, and there was a little bit of dark red in it.

The woman's heart tightened, she let go of her hand subconsciously, and smiled a little awkwardly: "Mu Shao is really self-disciplined. If you don't know, she thinks there is a tigress in the house."

Hearing this, he chuckled lightly.

Take the cigarette from your mouth and hold it in your hand.

There is no tigress, but there is a small wild cat.

He took out his cell phone and glanced at it. There was no phone call or text message from her.

WeChat hasn't been heard for a long time.

She hasn't looked for him for a long time.

The smile in his eyes dissipated, and his eyes looked like a deep pool.

He looked up and drank the wine in the glass.

Even if he doesn't want to admit it, what he really does is... miss her.