Drifting Towards You

Seeing that the old lady did not agree, but did not object too much, she moved her mind and brought Meng Xiaolan.

After all, I heard that Su Xiangwan was Xiao Lan's classmate. If she could be in the eyes of the Namu family, her granddaughter would never be bad.

What's more, why isn't the Meng family a hundred times stronger than that of the Su family, and Xiao Lan's temperament is definitely better than that of Su Xiangwan a hundred times, and it is even more popular with her elders.

"Old lady, I heard that Bei Ting's child has a girlfriend, have you seen it before." The old lady Meng couldn't help speaking again after a while.

Meng Xiaolan also pricked her ears aside.

The fact that Su Xiangwan and Mu Beiting were exposed a while ago really surprised her.

She has always claimed to be excellent, but Su Xiangwan made her feel threatened faintly after returning to school.

In her heart she felt a bit of a rivalry, and she couldn't help but want to compare with her.

But she didn't expect that she could win the endorsement of Y family, and now she is even with Mu Beiting again.

Thinking of Mu Beiting, Meng Xiaolan was a little lost.

In fact, she had seen that man many times, and the old lady always talked about wanting herself to get married with him.

She had never cared about it before, and felt that fate still had to be paid to this kind of thing.

But now she heard that he and Su Xiangwan were together, but she was a little unconvinced.

She pretends that she is not inferior to her, but she prefers to look like she is inferior to her everywhere. Whether it is her performance in school, her current fame, or her original endorsement and today’s men, she always seems to have nothing to compare. It's her.

But she would never admit that she was worse than her, she just lacked opportunities.

So this time when grandma said she wanted to match her and Mu Beiting's marriage, she did not refuse.

She also wanted to see if Su Xiangwan really had the ability to make the cold man tempted.

When Mrs. Mu's eyes rolled, she saw that the eyes of several people fell on her, and she also noticed something unusual.

Could it be said that the unconscious paparazzi was secretly photographed by the paparazzi?

How come one or two seem to know.

Mrs. Mu considered it for a while and said with a smile: "I have seen it, don't you see it every day on TV? The acting skills are pretty good."

The old lady was playing Tai Chi, and her words were ambiguous.

The other people were thinking about their own Xiao Jiujiu. The old lady Meng pondered for a while and felt that the old lady was not happy with Su Xiangwan, and couldn't help but say: "Bei Ting is such a good child, and somehow he was so... Then one is hooked, the water in this circle can be deep, otherwise our Xiaolan would not have been in the business yet."

Hearing this, the smile in Mrs. Mu's eyes faded a bit, but she still smiled without saying a word.

The old lady Meng didn't have such a wink, and immediately spoke again: "I heard that the kid has been outside to pick up the show before he finishes his studies. Is it young and too impetuous, and now I've caught up with you Bei Ting, you have to watch Please don't let her coax Bei Ting away."

"We Bei Ting has a clear heart, even if my old lady wants to intervene, he may not listen to me." Old lady Mu smiled.

Old lady Meng thought for a while, and said again: "That's true, but the child is not a pure-hearted person at first sight. He has been in this circle for so long, and I don't know how many things I have seen. If Bei Ting and her It's nothing more than playing, if you really know the truth, you have to be alert to the old lady."

Mrs. Mu smiled without a smile, but she sneered from the bottom of her heart.

Mu Shaobai on the side looked at Mrs. Meng with sympathy. Although grandma said she didn’t like her, she didn’t like listening to others saying that her sister-in-law was late. Someone said at the banquet that her sister-in-law is not good. At his age, he ran over and argued with others like a neurotic.