Drifting Towards You

Meng Xiaolan was startled slightly, after hesitating for a moment, she said, "I am your wife, this time..."

"Get off!" He interrupted in a deep voice, and Sen Leng's gaze fell on her, obviously not wanting to listen to her continuing nonsense.

Meng Xiaolan only felt that his eyes were as sharp as a knife, her heart tightened, her hands and feet were numb, and she finally dropped her eyes and slowly got out of the car.

Shang Wen glanced at her and said warmly: "I'm sorry, Miss Meng, Master has something to go to the company to deal with, please do it yourself."

When the words fell, Shang Wen hurriedly closed the car door, ignoring Meng Xiaolan's embarrassment.

joke.

Their young master is not easy to provoke now, and he doesn't have the slightest affection for him in the past. If he is not careful, he may not know how he died.

Seeing the car drifting away, Meng Xiaolan's face slowly sank for a few minutes.

After Mu Beiting got in the car, he was silent all the way.

After a long time, I took out a small star from the pocket of my suit jacket and stared at it for a long time, not knowing what I was thinking.

Shang Wen was sitting in the passenger seat and peeked in the rearview mirror, but he didn't understand the situation.

Mu Beiting did not go to the company, but went directly back to Mu's villa.

He just got out of the car, and ‘General’ and ‘Yaoji’ rushed up, wagging their tails at him and screaming joyfully.

Mu Beiting looked at the two dogs at his feet blankly, stared for a while, retracted his gaze, and went directly to the second floor.

The villa is very big, he has no memory, but he feels very familiar, and even vaguely knows the direction of the room.

His footsteps slowed down a lot, and his eyes swept across the villa furnishings one by one.

Everywhere here makes him feel familiar.

Just always feel that something is missing.

His eyes fell on the sofa, and two figures lying on the sofa playing around.

The man wore a navy blue pajamas and hugged a woman in a nightdress. She was nestled in his arms and the two watched TV.

But watching, he turned her over and pressed her to kiss her, and then there was a roaring sound.

He stood there for a long time, and he couldn't see the woman's face, but he knew that the man was himself.

My heart aches faintly.

He retracted his gaze and turned around.

When I passed the hot spring room, I seemed to see myself and the woman again.

He hugged her in his arms naked, her legs crossed on his waist, as if frightened.

Mu Beiting stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a little pain in his head.

After turning back to the living room, he glanced at the kitchen.

But I saw him hugging a woman behind him.

She wore a nightdress and showed two bright white legs, and her messy curly hair was **** indiscriminately.

He has been hugging her tightly, with his chin resting on her shoulders, she is busy, but he has been kissing her.

There were throbs of pain in his head, and Mu Beiting forced himself to look away.

He went into the bedroom.

The bedroom is mainly gray, white and black, and it is a bit cold.

There was a random pile of women's things in the room, but he didn't think it should be like this.

He stood by the bed and slowly closed his eyes.

But all became that woman.

She huddled in his arms and watched the TV. She leaned on the bedside and turned over and looked at something. She ran to his desk and made trouble, and he pushed her down on the table to demand her.

Mu Beiting's head hurts more and more, and big beads of sweat ooze from his forehead.

After a few seconds, he opened his eyes, not daring to think again.

Mu Beiting glanced at the things in the room, turned around and walked to the front of the stairs and said to the downstairs: "Come here."

Ma Rong immediately brought a few servants up and said respectfully: "Master."

"Throw those out." Mu Beiting raised his chin slightly.