Drifting Towards You

But looking at Mu Chenzhou who broke through the door, Su Xiangwan couldn't help but feel a little injured. He looked at Mu Beiting and stopped talking, but finally couldn't help but said, "Is the food I cook really... ugly?"

"No." Mu Beiting only gave two words stingy.

No... What does it mean to not?

Su Xiangwan stared at him for a while, and when he saw that he had no plans to speak again, he calmed down.

Mu Beiting raised his eyes and glanced at her. Seeing that she didn't seem to be in a high mood, he added, "I like it very much."

"What?" Su Xiangwan was startled slightly, then raised his head again, and was bumping into a pair of dark eyes.

Mu Beiting looked at her directly, his thin lips lightly opened, and repeated: "I like it very much."

For some reason, under his gaze.

Her face was slightly hot, and her heartbeat...inexplicably slow.

She quickly retracted her gaze, stuffed a few bites of food indiscriminately, and did not dare to make any more noises.

Without Mu Chenzhou being in the middle, the meal was very quiet.

After the meal, Su Xiangwan was ready to clean up the dishes, but only to get up, Mu Beiting had already brought the dishes into the kitchen first.

Upon seeing this, Su Xiangwan also followed silently.

He put the bowls and chopsticks in the sink, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and prepared to wash the bowls.

Su Xiangwan stood in front of the door and watched him lose consciousness. The light in the kitchen against the dim sky was very bright, and his shadow reflected on the window, making people feel very warm inexplicably.

Time flies quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the entire kitchen has been so tidy and meticulous, she actually didn't notice when he stopped in front of her.

"Wash...Done?"

"Tomorrow I will pick up some hot water." He said in a deep voice and wiped his hands. There is no meaning to ask.

"okay."

Su Xiangwan couldn't help but glanced at him twice, wondering if he would come tomorrow.

She just moved here not long ago and feels that she doesn't often cook. There is only a cold water pipe in the kitchen and no hot water is connected. Besides, the weather is hot now, so she doesn't feel anything.

But I can't tell why, a simple sentence actually made her feel a little warm.

After finishing packing, Mu Beiting did not delay any more, putting on his suit and preparing to leave.

Su Xiangwan stood in the door to send him off, but didn't say anything.

Mu Beiting took two steps before turning to look at her suddenly, his dark eyes were deep: "The magazine business is not over yet."

Su Xiangwan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but scold his mother.

Feelings She slept around this night, and she was cooking and cooking again, so she was all in vain?

"Write a thousand words review and send it to my mobile phone."

"One... a thousand words?"

Su Xiangwan wanted to cry without tears. You must know that she has struggled to write things since she was a child. A composition of a few hundred words in elementary school can kill her, but he actually wants a thousand words!

Seeing her reaction in the bottom of his eyes, Mu Beiting raised the corners of his lips, feeling inexplicably good.

"It's too much, Mu Beiting...less." Su Xiangwan pouted his mouth and began to act like a baby again.

Mu Beiting almost let go, feeling that he really didn't have the slightest resistance to her appearance.

"I have admitted my mistakes so sincerely, so maybe I can make less."

A few seconds later, Mu Beiting said solemnly: "Eight hundred."

"Three hundred... three hundred will do?"

"five hundred."

Su Xiangwan bit her lip, "Okay, five hundred is five hundred."

Hearing the sound, Mu Beiting turned and left.

It wasn't until he took a few steps that Su Xiangwan suddenly realized that he did not have his number: "Wait, I don't have your number yet."

Hearing the sound, Mu Beiting did not turn around, his thin lips lightly opened, and he spit out a string of numbers.

Su Xiangwan quickly wrote it down. After confirming that she remembered it, he said in a deep voice, "Give it to me tonight after you write it."

Looking at the string of numbers on the phone, Su Xiangwan squashed his mouth, and changed his note: The Big Devil.