Drifting Towards You

He just hoped that she could give in for him.

Unexpectedly, he really seemed to be less important than a dog.

Mu Beiting's eyes overflowed with bitterness.

I don't understand what I am doing with her.

In fact, as long as she is willing to give up meeting Song Ziming, he will take care of everything for her.

He doesn't care about this dog, just hope she is willing to give in for him.

Mu Beiting retracted his gaze and turned off the lamp.

Su Xiangwan kept listening to his movements with his ears upright.

The sound of footsteps sounded, and then the door opened.

Then there was the sound of closing doors.

The movements are very light, and there is no intention to disturb her or get angry.

Mu Beiting went to the study alone and lit a cigarette.

Some laughed at the jealousy in my heart.

He didn't understand why she insisted on asking for that dog, even if he was angry, she insisted on going to dinner with Song Ziming.

Mu Beiting stood by the window for a long time.

Until a cigarette was exhausted, his eyes darkened for a few minutes, and he slowly pinched the cigarette **** in the ashtray.

Su Xiangwan didn't know when he came back.

But I could feel that he still held her in his arms as usual.

She is a little lethargic.

It didn't take long before he fell asleep.

But she hopes that tomorrow will dawn.

Mu Beiting and Yaoji became good friends.

The next day.

After the two had breakfast, Su Xiangwan's phone rang.

After a glance, it was an unfamiliar number with no remarks.

"Hello."

"Miss Su."

Opposite is Song Ziming's voice, tepid, especially gentle.

Su Xiangwan's face suddenly became ugly.

"How is the dog? Are you still used to it?"

Song Ziming seemed to be deliberately looking for a topic, but the words he asked were extraordinarily natural and not eager.

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes and slowly said, "Very good."

"It's usually picky about what it eats. If you have any questions, you can always find me."

"Mr. Song, when do we go to transfer the property."

Su Xiangwan spoke straightforwardly.

She didn't want to be confused with Song Ziming because of Yaoji.

Just want things to end as soon as possible.

"Tomorrow."

"Great."

When the words fell, Su Xiangwan hung up.

But when the phone was hung up, he sent a text message over: Tomorrow night at five o'clock, Seven Star Hotel.

Su Xiangwan did not reply.

Taking a look at Mu Beiting, Wen said, "I am going to participate in a brand event in the morning, and I am expected to be back in the afternoon."

"Well, I'll see you off." He looked down at the newspaper.

"Okay." Su Xiangwan's mood improved a little, and there was a little more smile on his face.

She only came downstairs when Yaoji ran out of the corner, with a slipper still in her mouth, and it was soggy.

"Don't bite slippers." Su Xiangwan whispered, snatching the slippers from his mouth.

But there was indulgence and pampering in his voice.

Mu Beiting glanced lightly at the obnoxious Corgi, and left to get in the car to wait for her.

Su Xiangwan squatted down to face Yaoji and whispered: "The big devil doesn't like you now, do you know if you behave, and you are not allowed to do damage in the room, or come back and beat you."

Yaoji sprinkled happily on the spot, bounced and bounced and looked extraordinarily second.

It's not like a person at all from the sluggish, indifferent dog last night, oh no, a dog.

After saying goodbye, Su Xiangwan set out in peace.

Mu Beiting's attitude eased a little, and he bluntly said: "Song Ziming's call."

"Yep……"

Su Xiang nodded late, a little guilty.

She felt that she was wrong and made him wronged.

But she can't give up Yaoji, really can't.

"Can't you go?" He stared at her with deep black eyes.

"Yep……"

He withdrew his gaze, did not make a sound, turned his head and looked out the window, a cruel flash in his eyes.