Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan sat in the car for a few seconds before getting out of the car slowly.

Mu Beiting did not get up, nor did he speak.

But his eyes kept falling on her, and he refused to move away at all.

She walked towards him and sat down beside him.

Mu Beiting asked her to get a cushion, but Su Xiangwan did not refuse.

Yaoji immediately became energetic when he saw her.

Keep arching back and forth at her feet.

Su Xiangwan touched its head, and he shook his **** happily.

Su Xiangwan said softly, "Is you jealous?"

"En." Mu Beiting replied.

"Jealousy is useless." Su Xiangwan bends the corners of his lips.

Mu Beiting was silent, and stopped making a sound this time.

The two were sitting on the steps and playing with Yaoji. Erbing not far away looked resentful, looked at Yaoji with some hatred, and yelled twice in protest.

Where's the little short legs, dare to come to compete with it.

Su Xiangwan showed a small smile and asked the servant to call Erbing over.

As the sun sets, a warm orange afterglow covers the two figures.

Two people, two dogs.

Without the previous tense, the atmosphere is extraordinarily warm.

Su Xiangwan whispered: "Yaoji and Erbing, well, the four of us can play table mahjong."

But Su Xiangwan thought a little melancholy.

Yaoji now has short legs and small hips.

Seeing that he doesn't match the majestic general.

If it is still a Satsuma.

This will look like a good fit.

While thinking wildly, Mu Beiting slowly said: "Late night."

"Yep?"

He was silent for a moment and asked softly: "Will you hate me?"

Su Xiangwan looked up and met his bloodshot eyes, a little dazed.

He squeezed out an ugly smile, then retracted his gaze, and said sadly: "Sometimes, I think I am quite annoying."

Su Xiangwan felt sour and whispered, "No. I won't hate you."

His eyes were a little red, and he pressed his lips without making a sound.

Su Xiangwan whispered: "But sometimes you are quite irritating, and your irritating ability is first-rate. It is good for your baby not to be like you in the future."

He slowly lowered his eyes, his voice hoarse: "If he is angry with you, I will beat him."

Su Xiangwan chuckled lightly, a gleam of water in his eyes: "Then what do you do if you are angry with me."

His lips moved, and after a long while, he slowly said, "If I am angry with you, you should ignore me."

His voice is obscure, and the sadness in his words makes people feel like crying.

At the end of the speech, he added: "But not too long, I don't want to lose you at all."

"For too long, I might be crazy."

There were tears in the corners of Su Xiangwan's eyes, and he whispered, "Okay."

"Late late."

"Yep."

He turned his head and looked at her, with a tinge of pain in his eyes: "I don't seem to be able to do it well."

She was slightly startled, thinking about the meaning of his words.

Mu Beiting squeezed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and said with red eyes hoarsely: "I work hard, but I always seem to hurt you."

He retracted his gaze, and a dull pain flashed through his eyes.

Sometimes he just can't control himself.

He became more and more afraid of losing her.

But the more afraid he is, the more uncontrollable he will hurt her.

He thought for a long time last night.

He even wondered if it would actually be better for her to leave herself.

But when this thought came to mind, the heart seemed to be pinched tightly.

The pain is too painful to breathe.

He knows that his possessiveness is getting stronger and stronger.

But he couldn't control it.

"It's late, I seem to be really bad at it." Mu Beiting said softly, his voice hoarse.