Drifting Towards You

The next day.

Sunlight penetrated the gaps in the curtains, and a beam of light obliquely fell on her face.

Su Xiangwan raised his hand to cover it, and slowly opened his eyes.

There was no one in the luxurious suite, and her skirts, high heels, and pink underwear were thrown on the carpet to show the madness of last night.

She sat up slowly, rubbed her temples, and had a headache.

After she was drugged in the last life, she obviously escaped from Wang Yongsheng's hands.

It is hateful that this life ran in the wrong direction and encountered a pervert!

The frantic and confused fragments of last night flashed in her mind, and she was a little lost.

In the darkness, she couldn't see his appearance clearly, but vaguely remembered his sharp black eyes and sharp outline.

Looking across the dark red on the bed, she frowned slightly.

I've seen it all through ups and downs, and she's not going to be hypocritical for a layer of film, but after all, she is not as calm as she imagined.

A few minutes later, she condensed her thoughts and came to the bathroom with her sore body.

Standing in front of the huge mirror, she stared into the mirror blankly.

The woman in the mirror has red lips and white teeth, a face full of collagen, and a fluffy chestnut curly hair, like a fairy who has fallen into the world.

She looked at herself in the mirror and slowly stroked her cheek.

Is this really...not a dream?

Is she true... back ten years ago? Back to the age of twenty?

Her eye sockets gradually moistened, and two familiar faces gradually emerged in her mind.

A coldness flashed in her eyes.

Li Qingqing, Song Ziming, wait for me!

Since God has given me a chance to do it again, I will never make you feel better!

Su Xiangwan took a shower, his body was sour and weak, his eyes were a little gloomy when he thought of the abnormality of last night.

Half an hour later, she wrapped a bath towel and opened the bathroom door.

A housekeeper and six maids in black and white suits stood neatly in front of the bathroom door.

Su Xiangwan frowned and looked at these uninvited guests coldly.

"Miss Su, please." The butler bowed slightly, and a maid put on a sky blue dress.

The skirt is covered with a dust cover and looks good quality.

Su Xiangwan raised his eyebrows and walked into the bathroom unceremoniously to change it.

When she came out again, the skirt was already on her, and the elegant sky blue set off her like an elf. The butler's eyes flashed with surprise, but she quickly calmed down.

And one of the maids, a maid with a nice look, had a deep look of jealousy in his eyes.

The butler once again ordered a pair of silver-white high heels, the size of which was just right.

Su Xiangwan changed his shoes, walked past a few people without any haste, sat down, and raised her legs gracefully, like a queen who is coldly watching all living beings: "How many can you explain your intentions now?"

"We are here to do the aftermath work at the order of the young master."

"Huh, aftermath?"

When the words were over, a maid brought a tray with a cup of warm water on it, and two white pills on the palm-sized porcelain plate.

"Young Master does not want or allow you to conceive his heirs. For the sake of future troubles, I hope you will cooperate." The butler stood aside and spoke again.

Su Xiangwan's lips curled up, what was she supposed to be such a big battle, it turned out to be an afterthought.

He wants to, but she still doesn't want to give birth.