Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting lowered his eyes slightly, his slender eyelashes scattered two shadows on his overly pale face.

Looking at the time, he thought, it's time to get home late.

It's been too long since he waited.

Immediately, he looked at Mrs. Mu and said in a deep voice, "Do you still fight? After the fight, I have to go home and cook for dinner."

In a word, the anger that extinguished Mr. Mu's talent was once again aroused.

A crutches directly pointed at Mu Beiting: "That's how I taught you!"

Mu Beiting snorted, his face becoming paler.

On the back of the white shirt, it would be full of black with traces of blood. The original meticulous shirt would be wrinkled unbearably.

The servant on the side couldn't help but reminded: "Old lady, something will happen if you continue to fight."

Mrs. Mu just calmed down a bit: "Get out."

Mu Beiting took the suit jacket and got up, looked at Mrs. Mu and said solemnly, "I will not marry Zhao Xinning."

When the words fell, he turned and left without looking back.

Sitting in the car, Mu Beiting lowered his eyes slightly, and his holding heart slowly dropped for a few minutes.

He pulled off his tie and threw it aside, his white shirt almost drenched in sweat.

Two buttons were unbuttoned by him, which would look a kind of decadent beauty.

He knew that once the old lady knew about it, she would definitely get angry.

But at least after today's meal, the old lady's heart will be much less angry.

More importantly, he wanted her to know his attitude.

Whether she agrees or not, the only woman he will love in his life is the one who is late.

But having said that, he didn't worry about what the old lady would do to the detriment of the night.

Although Mrs. Mu has been up and down in the business sea for several years, she will never use those dirty methods behind her back.

Mu Beiting was also making his own calculations in his heart.

Be prepared to give the old lady some buffer time to accept this fact.

After telling her the news of the late pregnancy, she can only admit it.

It's just that, after all, he was still worried about whether the evening would suffer. After all, the woman he held to his heart, he didn't want her to be wronged a little bit.

While thinking about it, Su Xiangwan called.

"Hey, are you still busy? When will you be back?"

"On the road, almost home."

"Okay, then I'll let the kitchen heat up the dishes." Su Xiang Wan Wen said in a voice.

Mu Beiting curled his lips: "Did he trouble you today?"

Su Xiangwan gently stroked his stomach and smiled: "No, he is very good today."

It just so happened that at this moment, the car passed a steep **** and bumped violently.

Mu Beiting snorted, as if there was a wound on his back, which was fiercely painful.

Su Xiangwan noticed something wrong with him, and said anxiously: "Mu Beiting, what's the matter with you?"

Mu Beiting's eyes were deep, and after a few seconds of silence, he said aggrievedly: "Late night, I am injured, it hurts."

Upon hearing this, Su Xiangwan became anxious: "Where did it hurt? How did it hurt?"

He lowered his eyes slightly, and his voice was dull: "Back."

"Is it serious? I'll accompany you to the hospital?" She was anxious, spinning around the same place with her mobile phone.

How could this man get hurt?

It's fine to see him tomorrow morning...

He didn't answer her question well at all. He just said dullly: "If you don't go, you can just coax me."

Su Xiangwan's mind is very confused, coax him...how to coax...

Without waiting for her to figure out how to coax him, there was a sound of a car driving in.

Su Xiangwan ran to the window barefoot and took a look at his car.

Immediately, she ran downstairs and hurried to the door: "Mu Beiting!"