Drifting Towards You

Enter the eyes, strong words, clean and tidy.

But a whole page was full, but they all wrote the same sentence.

Late, a long life, I just want to **** you.

In a word, explicit and shameful, Su Xiangwan's earlobe instantly filled with a faint pink layer. Under the light, it was somewhat transparent and extraordinarily cute.

Looking down again, a whole page is full of this same sentence.

Su Xiangwan's face was slightly hot, how could this **** become more and more shameless.

He turned back a few pages in a hurry. Not surprisingly, the same sentence appeared on every page, but he had written it 100,000 times.

Adding his own name, it is a full 120,000 characters.

Su Xiangwan didn't even look at it anymore, thinking that this man must be deliberate, deliberately giving it to her in a place with so many people.

At this time, the phone's WeChat rang a few times.

While holding the love letter, Su Xiangwan opened the handbag and took it out.

It was not someone else who sent the news, but Mu Beiting.

Clicking on the dialog box, I saw the man shamelessly asking her [Satisfied? 】

Su Xiangwan raised his head slightly, and he faced Mu Beiting's dark gaze.

Surrounded by people, he seemed to be talking to someone he knew, but his sight was falling on her.

Su Xiangwan glared at him fiercely, then bowed his head and quickly returned the news.

[Unsatisfied, don't worry about it! 】

Holding a goblet in one hand, Mu Beiting looked at the message on the screen and replied calmly: [I'm getting sick. 】

Su Xiang's angry little face flushed, shy and annoyed, and he planned to put his phone in his handbag.

But there are too many things in her hand, and a huge pile of love letters.

If he was not careful, he didn't hold it, and dozens of pages of paper fell to the ground all at once.

Su Xiangwan's heart was tense, and he squatted down to pick it up in a hurry. If someone saw this, he would be crazy.

But on the contrary, the paper is scattered, although the area is not large, it is white and white, which is particularly conspicuous.

A thin layer of sweat oozes from the tip of Su Xiangwan's nose, and his entire face is pink, ashamed.

However, when the last one was picked up, a slender hand picked it up first.

Su Xiangwan raised his head and faced Zhao Xinning's face.

"Miss Su is so serious about picking things up." Zhao Xinning said with a smile.

As soon as she came in, she started looking for this woman.

As a result, I saw her sneaky in the corner and didn't know what she was doing.

Seeing that the visitor was unkind, Su Xiangwan's expression became colder, his eyes drifted over the love letter in her hand, and he said coldly: "Return me."

Zhao Xinning laughed sarcastically: "You are so nervous, I want to see what shameful things are."

When the words were over, Zhao Xinning looked down at the piece of paper he picked up.

At first glance, the whole piece of paper is full of sharp and powerful handwriting, clean and tidy, but with hidden sharpness.

But by the way, the writing is extremely nasty.

Zhao Xinning looked at the above sentence blankly, shocked in his eyes.

This word... is from Mu Beiting.

She was at Mrs. Mu, saw his handwriting, and thought that his handwriting was like everyone else.

So, this is what Mu Beiting wrote to her?

Zhao Xinning's lips were whitish, and she trembled lightly.

She didn't believe it, the words that were so intimate but obscene came from that godlike man.

He was obviously so deep and cold, obviously so unattainable.

How could he say such things to women.

Obviously that was so nasty, but she was so jealous, really jealous!

Zhao Xinning looked at Su Xiangwan with red eyes. She asked angrily: "What kind of ecstasy did you put on him? How could he say such things!"