Drifting Towards You

The corners of Su Xiangwan's eyes were a little moist, and the corners of his lips slowly revealed a light smile.

Because of the persistence year after year, the family had to put down the tableware and treat the wounds for Mu Beiting.

The medicine box that is turned out every year is actually an empty box, and there is no medicine in it.

The medicine box commonly used at home is placed on a cabinet that is more than one meter high, and it is impossible to get it every year. This medicine box is afraid that he has seen it before, and then he drags it out after remembering it.

Su Xiangwan stood in front of Mu Beiting and carefully wiped his wounds.

He stared at his black eyes year after year, and stood quietly to the side, without making a sound.

After breakfast, Mu Beiting turned his face against his father and son, and threw it to Mu Chenzhou every year.

It was not until after getting in the car that Su Xiangwan reported his address: "The Fifth High-level Hospital."

As soon as she spoke, Mu Beiting was stunned and turned to look at her, his eyes dark.

The driver didn't notice the clues, but quickly started the car in accordance with Su Xiangwan's instructions and set off toward the fifth high-level hospital.

"Late night." Mu Beiting's voice became a little deeper, and his big hand squeezed one of her arms, very hard.

Su Xiangwan whispered: "I thought about it, this kid...I don't want it."

Mu Beiting's thin lips pressed lightly, and the curvature of his jaw became tighter.

The driver in front was frightened and more cautious.

A few seconds later, Mu Beiting said coldly: "Stop!"

The driver stepped on the accelerator and hurriedly stopped the car to the side of the road.

"No, I don't agree." Mu Beiting said in a deep voice, his face terribly cold.

Su Xiangwan gently held his big hand, clasped his fingers a little, and said softly: "Actually, you know very well that you have always taken measures. I can't be pregnant with your child, right? Not to mention, this Time... is really a coincidence."

Mu Beiting's throat became dry, and his breathing became a bit heavier.

"I don't want to have a child who doesn't belong." Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes and said, with an inexplicable stubbornness.

"Late night, I don't care..." Mu Beiting spoke slowly, his voice becoming hoarse.

Su Xiangwan squeezed a small face at him: "But I care."

Mu Beiting didn't say a word, just staring at her.

"I know you are afraid of fetal birth and hurt your body, but so many women have been beaten, and they are all well." Su Xiangwan pretended to be relaxed, but when he said this, he would still feel inexplicable heartache.

If I don't like it any more, it's still a piece of meat on my body after all.

But this is not fair to him.

He has done too much for her, how can he accept such a child again?

It's better to knock it out instead.

She thought about it, if she really just conceived a child purely, maybe...maybe she still couldn't let this heart down.

But the meeting with Han Che yesterday made her make a decision.

If this child was born, Han Che would not give up, but would never have peace.

If so, it's better to get rid of it.

Whether she is cruel or cruel, she is indeed selfish, and selfishly reluctant to let the man in front of her wrong herself for her.

Mu Beiting retracted his gaze, still clutching her tightly: "You are different from them, I don't care about others."

"I know, but you have to learn to care about yourself." Su Xiangwan leaned in his arms and spoke softly.

Mu Beiting didn't make a sound, but his nose was a little sour.

"You have to learn to care about yourself. There is no one in this world who is more important than you. If you are sad, I will feel distressed... even more distressed than my own sadness." Su Xiangwan's voice was very soft and soft.