Drifting Towards You

Even though Mingming Hanche said that nothing happened last night, there was still an unspeakable grievance in her heart.

With a small face buried in his chest, tears burst down.

There was a damp heat in his chest, which made him sore.

Mu Beiting twisted his brows and tried to lift her small face: "What's the matter, why are you crying?"

Su Xiangwan murmured, and refused to lift his face from his chest, not wanting him to see himself crying.

"Aggrieved, huh?" He asked in a low voice, frowning.

"No..." Su Xiangwan whispered, just wanting to hide in his arms forever.

"I had a bad attitude just now?" Mu Beiting continued to ask.

"Not..."

"What's wrong, tell me." Mu Beiting coaxed her softly.

"No, I just miss you." Su Xiangwan responded softly. The faint fragrance of his body made her feel at ease and made her feel at ease.

Mu Beiting didn't ask any more, just hugged her like this.

I don't know how long it took before Su Xiangwan lifted his face and rubbed the tears on his face.

Mu Beiting squeezed her chin and looked at her carefully, very worried.

"I'm fine." Su Xiangwan said softly, not wanting him to worry.

He sat down on the sofa holding her, and poured her a glass of warm water: "Hungry?"

"It's a bit..." Su Xiangwan drank some water, feeling much better.

Mu Beiting planned to order a meal delivery service, but Su Xiangwan stopped him: "I want to change the room."

Mu Beiting squinted his eyes, his gaze fell on her face, scrutinizing it with a wiping look.

Her heart tightened and she didn't say anything.

After a few seconds, he slowly said: "Okay."

After changing the room, Su Xiangwan had something to eat.

Mu Beiting hugged her on his lap, playing with her fingers, and said casually, "Why didn't you answer the phone last night."

Su Xiangwan's other hand holding the cup tightened a bit.

The fingertips are a little bit blue.

Su Xiangwan hadn't thought of hiding it from him, but she didn't even know what was going on with those chaotic memories.

She didn't want to lie to him, but she couldn't stand him asking questions again and again.

After a few seconds of silence, she looked at him and whispered: "I don't want to say now, can I tell you later?"

Mu Beiting stared at her for a few seconds, then gently kissed her on the forehead: "Stupid."

Su Xiangwan tilted his head against his shoulder, always in a daze.

He must be worried that he came here overnight.

He said that Xiang Yi could not be reached.

It is enough to prove that everything last night was premeditated.

But who is controlling and what is the purpose?

Su Xiangwan cheered up and first called Xiang Yi, but the phone was still turned off. Mu Beiting grabbed her mobile phone and said in a deep voice, "You take a rest first. I have sent Shangwen to check Xiang Yi's news."

Su Xiangwan nodded, a little worried about whether Xiang Yi would have an accident.

At this moment, a cell phone rang.

Su Xiangwan froze for a moment, and she held her mobile phone in her hand, shaking.

She knew Mu Beiting's ringtone, and it wasn't the music either.

Looking at the bedside table, she could vaguely see that it was Han Che's mobile phone.

Su Xiangwan's whole body stiffened a bit, as if the blood in his veins had stopped flowing, a little bit became cold and condensed into ice.

At the same time, Mu Beiting's eyes fell on the phone beside the bed.

The phone keeps ringing, but it's obviously not theirs.

After a few seconds of silence, Su Xiangwan slowly said, "The phone belongs to Han Che."

Mu Beiting's eyebrows twisted slightly, and there was no sound.