Drifting Towards You

Her eye circles were slightly red: "But I hope that every time you think of me, it's sweet."

His thin lips moved lightly, and finally he uttered a word slowly: "Okay."

The two were tired and crooked for a while, and Su Xiangwan ignored him.

Hugging the big Kumamon bear and eating some fruit, I felt very comfortable.

Mu Beiting was a little dissatisfied, took the Kumamoto bear from her arms, turned and threw it into the laundry basket in the bathroom.

Su Xiangwan went up barefoot: "What are you doing?"

"Dirty." He frowned.

Su Xiangwan looked at him tangledly.

He touched her little head: "Take it tomorrow and wash it clean before holding it."

"Okay..." Su Xiangwan said in a low tone, pitifully looking at the Kumamoto bear who had been mercilessly abandoned.

Seeing that she didn't even wear any shoes, she picked her up and put her back on the bed.

"Isn't it enough to hug me?" he said a little dissatisfied.

Su Xiangwan froze for a moment, then chuckled softly: "You are not naive, you also eat Kumamoto's jealousy."

"Who?" he asked with a frown.

"Kumamoto."

"Ugly death." Mu Beiting said with disgust.

Su Xiangwan was very angry: "How cute, how ugly!"

Mu Beiting was also lying on the bed, holding her in his arms with both hands and feet, and asked dissatisfiedly: "Is it cute?"

Su Xiangwan curled her lower lips without making a sound.

"En?" Without getting an answer, Mu Beiting rolled over and pressed her under him, threatening in his eyes.

"You're cute, you're cute..." Su Xiangwan couldn't twist him, and surrendered again and again.

He hummed softly: "Only allowed to hold me in the future."

Su Xiangwan frowned her delicate brows, did not make a sound, but seriously thought about what to do with the baby in the future.

The next day.

Song Ziming still didn't wake up in a daze.

But he noticed that the door was suddenly kicked open from the outside, and then a large number of reporters with cameras poured in.

Song Ziming frowned, rubbed his painful temples, not yet fully awake.

"Mr. Song, what is your relationship with Miss Li?"

"Someone reported that you were suspected of rape|rape, do you have anything to explain?"

"Mr. Song, what is the relationship between you and Ms. Li Qingqing? Are you supporting orphans and doing charity only to satisfy your selfish desires?"

"Is your charity project really a bargain for money?"

Several questions followed one after another, but these last few completely awakened Song Ziming.

Charity project?

Money transaction?

What is this all about...

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of black and crushed reporters, crowded.

Song Ziming was startled slightly, and when he remembered what happened last night, he subconsciously looked at Li Qingqing.

But this woman who was extremely active last night was wrapped in a quilt and shrank in a corner in a particularly embarrassing way.

Her hair is messy, her shoulders, neck and collarbone are exposed in the air, and there are many marks left by herself.

There were still tears on Li Qingqing's face, shivering in the corner.

Many reporters turned the camera at her, and she lowered her head, the more she cried, the more fierce she was.

Song Ziming paused for a moment, and instantly understood Mu Beiting's calculations.

My heart sank slightly. Before thinking about how to deal with these reporters, a policeman came to the door and looked at Song Ziming and Li Qingqing and said: "Song Ziming, you are suspected of rape, please come with us for investigation. "

"Qingqing?" Song Ziming looked at Li Qingqing in disbelief, suppressing the anger in his heart, trying to make his voice appear gentle.

In fact, at this time, as long as Li Qingqing explained, his guilt would be washed away.