Drifting Towards You

Looking up again, the dark green figure had already walked across the road, with a straight body.

Li Xiaoxiao didn't know where he was impulsive, rolled down the car window, and shouted at him: "Uncle~!"

Si Mocheng paused slightly and looked back at the white and tender girl in the car.

She hugged the little rabbit and looked at him with red eyes, like countless times in these years.

Li Xiaoxiao looked at him, but was silent. Across the endless stream, the two were relatively speechless.

After dozens of seconds, Simo City retracted his gaze, turned and walked into the crowd, Leng Yi decided.

Li Xiaoxiao looked at the direction he disappeared, and whispered, "Then...you have to come back safely."

The next day, Su Xiangwan finally did not go to dinner with Song Ziming.

Mu Beiting was not as tough as before, but the soft and hard foam has been pestering her, saying nothing to let her go.

He didn't know her and Song Ziming's past before, so he was so angry that he was about to explode.

Now that they know that they have been together for ten years, it's crazy to be jealous.

The two lie down on the sofa and watch TV.

Su Xiangwan moved, his wrist was tightly grasped: "You are not allowed to see him."

Su Xiangwan sighed softly, "I'm going to the toilet."

He was silent for a while before letting go slowly.

Su Xiangwan only felt a particularly headache, but what should I do about Yaoji?

Only after coming out of the toilet, he saw Mu Beiting's dark eyes staring at her mobile phone, his expression gloomy.

"what's happenin?"

"Song Ziming calls."

Su Xiangwan glanced, and the phone was hung up, but Song Ziming still sent a message.

The meaning of the message is clear.

If she still doesn't plan to eat with him tomorrow, then he will take Yaoji back to him.

Su Xiangwan stared at Yaoji absent-mindedly, with a dull mind, and didn't think of any way for a long time.

But she kept staring at Song Ziming's text messages, but Mu Beiting was unwilling.

He snatched the phone from her and directly replied: "The dog will return you tomorrow."

"I won't pay it back." Su Xiangwan frowned.

"Well, I asked someone to find the same one." Mu Beiting didn't lift his head, and didn't toss the phone aside until he finished replying to the message.

Su Xiangwan was stunned for a moment: "Exactly the same?"

"Like seven to eight, and the scar on his body is the same, a bit fatter than Yaoji."

He answered while holding her in his arms, dissatisfied: "Don't answer his phone, don't answer his text messages."

"I see...you are not long-winded."

Mu Beiting lowered his eyes and said dullly, "If you dare to rekindle with him, I will kill him."

Su Xiangwan:...

The next day, Uncle Xiang really brought a Corgi dog that looked like Yaoji seven or eight.

By the way, the hair on Yaoji's body was shaved clean.

Seeing Yaoji's faintly resentful eyes, Su Xiangwan couldn't help but want to laugh.

Just think about it, anyway, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and it's comfortable to shave.

On that day, Su Xiangwan asked Xiang Yi to return the Corgi that Mu Beiting found to Song Ziming.

Although I don't know that Song Ziming can tell the difference between the two dogs regardless of the difference.

But Su Xiangwan believed that even if he could tell the truth, there was nothing he could do about it.

After all, the two dogs are very similar. The most important thing is that there is a small scar on the body that is exactly the same.

After the matter was resolved smoothly, Su Xiangwan was in a good mood and spent a day at home with Mu Beiting.

Early the next morning.

Su Xiang got up early and worked in the kitchen, planning to bake two slices of toast and fry two eggs.

Mu Beiting suffers from insomnia all the year round and stayed up all night a few days ago. It is rare that she was there and slept well.

But soon after she got up, he also frowned and opened his eyes.

Seeing that there was no one around him, he was not drowsy either.

He got up and walked out of the bedroom, looked around, and went straight to the kitchen.