Drifting Towards You

Qian Yanan wanted to say something but stopped, but before she thought of what to say, Song Ziming had already got up and left, heading for the direction where Su Xiangwan had left.

Song Ziming kept a distance of more than ten meters from her, not too far or too close, not knowing what he was thinking about.

After going to the toilet, Su Xiangwan washed his hands, took out a paper towel and wiped it.

Then he planned to leave.

But then she opened the door, and suddenly a powerful external force pushed in. She was pushed back and forth, subconsciously stepping back a few steps in order to balance.

Song Ziming took advantage of this moment and squeezed in directly, and immediately unlocked the door.

Su Xiangwan's pupils shrank slightly, and he obviously didn't expect Song Ziming to follow her.

But it was just a moment of nervousness, and she was also slightly relieved.

This is a public place, and she must at least not worry about her life.

I hate that she just didn't take her mobile phone on the table, and Song Ziming had obviously been waiting outside for a while, so that there was no one in the bathroom.

Su Xiangwan looked directly at Song Ziming and slowly said, "Are you following me?"

Song Ziming didn't answer, and approached step by step: "Late and late, will you be with me? I will treat you well, and I will not give you less than Mu Beiting. You can do whatever you want? Marry me, I will. Better than him to you."

Su Xiangwan only felt like being struck by lightning, staring at Song Ziming in a daze, and did not recover for a long while.

This... it turned out to be from Song Ziming's mouth, which really surprised her.

Thinking of his past life, he also said a lot of sweet words, Su Xiangwan chuckled: "What does Mr. Song want from me? Is it possible that Song Ziyue hasn't been enough for you recently? Are you planning to have another Mu Beiting as your opponent? "

Su Xiangwan really couldn't figure it out, and couldn't figure out what Song Ziming was planning.

If he was sincere, she would never believe it.

Seeing the indifference and contempt in Su Xiangwan's eyes, Song Ziming's face became colder: "I'm serious, I want to marry you."

Seeing his serious face, Su Xiangwan couldn't help but sneered: "Mr. Song, let's stop laughing."

"I can accept your two children as well, enough to make them have no worries about food and clothing in the future." Song Ziming stared at her closely and spoke again.

Su Xiangwan felt that Song Ziming was crazy, and even ran to say these nonsense.

She wouldn't believe his nonsense at all, but she didn't know what he wanted from her.

Su Xiangwan avoided his sight, didn't want to pester him, and walked sideways beside him: "Mr. Song is fine and I won't be with him."

But she just moved, but Song Ziming pulled her back, clutching her wrist tightly.

His eyes were a little red, and his expression was not as gentle as before, but a bit ferocious: "Why?"

Su Xiangwan couldn't get rid of it, and was a little annoyed: "What?"

"What the **** did I miss, why did I hate me from the beginning? Why didn't you even give me a chance?" Song Ziming said angrily, bloodshot eyes.

Su Xiangwan only found it ridiculous. Who did he show his affectionate look?

She stayed with him for ten years in the previous life, but what did she get in the end?

He personally killed her in the flames, now he ran to her to pretend affection?

"There is no reason. If you don't like it, you don't like it. You let me go." Su Xiangwan's eyes flashed boredom.

But Song Ziming pushed her to the wall behind him and asked: "Why did you hate me from the beginning? What did I miss?"