Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan suppressed the doubts in his heart, so it's hard to ask again.

Is it the son of an old man?

So is Han Che's mother or father he is acquainted with?

Su Xiangwan remembered the information that Mu Beiting had investigated not long ago, and said softly in his heart: It should be his mother.

Su Xiangwan didn't ask any more, followed Mu Yusheng back to the ward, with complicated thoughts.

I hope it's not just a debt of love.

He spent one day with Mu Beiting in the ward every year. In the evening, Mu Chenzhou came to visit, and saw that Su Xiangwan’s expression was not very good, and thought that she was still pregnant with a child, so he took him away first, so as not to take care of the big A little consumed her too much energy.

Su Xiang didn't eat much for dinner, and started morning sickness after only a few mouthfuls. He really didn't have much appetite.

In the evening, Su Xiangwan sent away Lu Zhixuan and Mu Yusheng, and stayed by himself to take care of Mu Beiting.

Qingyuan monk Shang Wen and several servants have also been guarding to take care of them, and Rong Chen comes to check the situation from time to time, so there is no need to worry too much.

At nine o'clock in the night, the sky outside the window was dark, and the lights in the ward were still on, but it seemed particularly quiet.

Su Xiangwan sat on the edge of the bed, earnestly following the tutorial, stacking little stars.

She heard that if one thousand and one little stars are stacked, people's wishes will come true.

She hasn't studied before, so it's not good.

After trying a few times today, a few of them fell out a bit ugly.

Su Xiangwan felt that the wish of such a star might not be fulfilled, so he threw it away and started stacking it again.

Holding the stack of paper in her hand, she caught a glimpse of the pen on the bedside table. She picked up the pen and lowered her head and wrote a small line on the note of the stack of paper: I miss you so much, you have to get well soon.

Finally, I added a small smiley face.

After writing, Su Xiangwan's lips showed a slight smile, and his expression focused on folding up the stars.

Because I am not very proficient yet, it takes a long time to fold.

After folding, the shape is unexpectedly beautiful, with the five corners on the outside.

Su Xiangwan looked at the little blue star in his hand, and gently placed it in the chest pocket of Mu Beiting's patient gown.

"Wake up until I get a thousand and one discount, okay? If you are willing to wake up earlier, I will reward you with a hundred kisses." Su Xiangwan muttered to himself.

After folding this one, Su Xiangwan was not folding it.

Because she didn't buy paper for folding stars, the paper just now was just a few pieces of paper cut from the letter paper when someone gave flowers.

I practiced it a few times, and added the top one, and there was no more.

Su Xiangwan planned to buy some star-folding paper tomorrow, and then fold it a little earlier to make up to one thousand and one.

After a brief tidying up, Su Xiangwan picked up a book.

Just like he used to, he stood by the bed and read to him the story.

Her voice was gentle, the orange light on the bedside enveloped her figure, she was draped in a woolen cloth, and her expression was soft.

Until the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, there was a creaking sound.

Su Xiangwan lifted his head from the book, and it seemed that someone had frowned.

"How did you come in?" Su Xiangwan's voice was wary.

Seeing her reaction in the bottom of his eyes, Han Che just chuckled and sat on a chair in front of her.

That chair was originally used by Su Xiangwan during the day, very close to the bed.

It's just that after washing up at night, she went to bed, leaning on the head of the bed, she would be closer to Mu Beiting.

Han Che's gaze swept across Mu Beiting, and then fell on Su Xiangwan again: "How did you think about what I said to you last time?"