Drifting Towards You

She thought if he woke up.

Will definitely come to her.

In the blink of an eye, three months later, "Wu Shuang" was finished ahead of schedule.

As for the reason for the advance, Su Xiangwan's stomach was almost unable to hide.

Fortunately, Han Che has been very cooperative during this period, not only did not delay the time, but tried his best to speed up the shooting progress.

And in these three months, Su Xiangwan and Han Mu became more and more familiar, and Tong Han Che also eased, and no longer had the previous swordsmanship.

Su Xiangwan was greatly disappointed by the conclusion of the paternity test sent to Li Mubai before.

The paternity test was done by Rong Chen, and the conclusion was that the father-son relationship between Han Che and Mu Yusheng was not supported.

This hindered Su Xiangwan's guess, and lost direction for a while.

After finishing, Su Xiangwan was at ease in the small villa to raise the baby.

The air here is good, the pace of life is slow, and the sun and water are plentiful. Not only did she not feel any restrictions, but she felt that living here is actually a good choice.

The only regret is that she has never heard of Mu Beiting.

Although she occasionally contacted Li Mubai, she knew that Mu Beiting was still awake.

She also quietly made two videos in the same year, which made the little guy a little relieved.

Of course, these have never been told to Han Che.

She didn't know whether Han Che knew it, but she thought, he should actually know it.

It's just that she doesn't understand why he didn't stop it.

On this day, Su Xiangwan was playing with flowers and plants in the living room. Mother Han was sitting in a wheelchair and basking in the sun by the bed. Seeing her holding scissors, she also clamored to take them, pushing the wheelchair and ran towards her anxiously. .

Su Xiangwan put the scissors away and said warmly: "This is not possible, it will hurt myself."

"Yes! Yeah!" Mother Han began to cry, her eyes even showing a fierce intent.

Su Xiangwan scowled, "If you're not good, Han Che won't come tomorrow."

As soon as she heard Han Che, Han's mother's vision was a little confused, but then she lowered her head aggrievedly, playing with her fingers, and quieted down.

Looking at the woman in front of him, Su Xiangwan's eyes softened a bit.

Take out a rose from the blue glass bottle at hand, cut off the serrations on it, cut short branches, and gently inserted it next to Han Mu's ear, then held the mirror to her and said warmly, "Do you like it?"

Mother Han raised her head ignorantly, her gaze fell on herself in the mirror.

Seeing the red roses next to her ears, she immediately became ashamed as a child, a little twisted and shy covering her face.

"Do you like it? It goes well with today's skirt." Su Xiangwan said softly.

When Han Che came down from the stairs, he saw this scene.

He stood in front of the stairs, watching Su Xiangwan lost his senses.

She wore a white cotton and linen skirt with a simple style. Her hair was casually pulled behind her neck, and a few strands of brown hair fell near her ears.

The round table at hand was filled with a bunch of roses, green branches, bright red flower buds, rolling dewdrops, and her little face that had not been applied with powder became more and more brilliant.

The sunlight outside the window enveloped her and her mother, coating her with a soft and holy light, and inexplicably calming people's hearts.

Han Che also bends the corners of his lips slightly, his smile is very shallow, but very clean, as if this is what he should be.

Su Xiangwan played with Mother Han for a while. Mother Han put her hands together and put her ears together, and shouted, "Sleep."

Su Xiangwan glanced at the time. It was eleven o'clock at noon, and immediately got up and pushed the wheelchair and said: "Okay, go to the room to sleep."