Drifting Towards You

"Continue." Simocheng spoke slowly.

Li Xiaoxiao was stunned, staring at him blankly: "Why... how to continue?"

Simocheng raised his hand laboriously, moving very slowly.

Li Xiaoxiao was a little nervous, and asked softly: "What are you going to do, you tell me?"

Si Mocheng did not respond, and slowly picked up a bowl of porridge, poured it with another bowl, and then took out a spoon.

"Okay." He looked at her, his eyes deep.

Li Xiaoxiao stared at the bowl in front of him, looking at him wet with big eyes, the baby's fat little face was slightly red.

"But...but..." Li Xiaoxiao said softly, but didn't know what to say.

"Let's eat." Simocheng said bluntly.

"Yep……"

Li Xiaoxiao lowered his head slightly, brought the spoon to his lips, and he took another bite.

Li Xiaoxiao hasn't eaten it all the time, as long as he thinks that the spoon was used by him, her cheeks are inexplicably hot.

After a while, Si Mocheng's black eyes looked straight at her, his cheeks hard.

"I...I'm full." Li Xiaoxiao said softly.

"Let the things down, you can go out." A few seconds later, Simocheng lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, his voice was light and there was no emotion.

Li Xiaoxiao looked at him with disbelief in his big eyes: "Why... why?"

Si Mocheng was silent for a few seconds, and finally said softly: "You go."

Li Xiaoxiao's eye circles were a little red: "Why are you driving me away?"

"Zhang Cheng." Simocheng called the adjutant in: "Send her back."

"I'm not going, I want to take care of you..." Seeing Adjutant Zhang stepping forward, Li Xiaoxiao grabbed Simocheng's big hand anxiously.

Si Mocheng's eyelashes trembled lightly, his fingers curled slightly, and he said solemnly: "Xiaoxiao, I don't need someone to take care of him."

Li Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, then dumb.

She looked at him and said softly: "But you are injured, I want to take care of you."

He looked at her and asked in a deep voice: "Why?"

"Because...because you are my younger uncle..." Li Xiaoxiao stammered a little, giving this answer that should be right.

His eyes were faint: "I am not."

Li Xiaoxiao's breath was suffocated, and her heart felt very uncomfortable.

Yes, he is not.

He is not her uncle.

She took two steps back and looked at him, and whispered softly: "So you don't want me anymore?"

Si Mocheng looked at her silently, and Li Xiaoxiao also looked at him stubbornly, as if he had to wait for an answer.

But from beginning to end, Simo City was just silent.

In the end, he withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at her: "Zhang Cheng, send her back."

"No need to send it, I will see you tomorrow!" Li Xiaoxiao turned and ran away, a slender figure flashing past the door.

Her figure disappeared in the room, but her breath remained.

Si Mocheng was a little lost, Zhang Cheng glanced at him and said, "I'll go over and take a look."

Li Xiaoxiao ran out of the hospital all the way, the strong smell of disinfectant in the hospital made her feel depressed.

Did he finally want her too?

Shouldn't she be happy...

But why is it so sad?

Li Xiaoxiao sat on the bench under the tree, panting heavily, both bored and bored.

The next day, Su Xiangwan got up early and carefully cleaned up.

They went to Longteng Hotel with Mu Beiting.

The wedding of Song Ziming and Li Qingqing was held here at ten o'clock.

The black Bentley parked slowly in front of the hotel, and Mu Beiting got out of the car first in an ink suit.

He held Su Xiangwan's hand with one hand, and covered her with the other hand to prevent her from knocking.

Su Xiangwan wore a set of aqua-blue starry sky clusters, with a thin shoulder strap design, with shallow depth on top and shallow depth on the bottom. The whole skirt is like stars, and the ice muscle and bones that are more and more set off are shining.