Drifting Towards You

But think about it, since she didn't eat dinner anyway, she wasn't polite anymore.

Han Che glanced at her and threw a bag of red dates and a hot water bottle to her, while he casually knocked the seeds.

Su Xiangwan couldn't help rolling his eyes, which was really embarrassing.

Come to an aunt, it seems everyone knows.

Neither of them was idle, like two little squirrels, constantly nibbling on snacks.

After a while, the coffee table was filled with various open bags, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

On the other side, someone is not so comfortable.

Mu Beiting dialed Su Xiangwan's number for the second time, but it was still turned off.

His face is particularly ugly.

Overcast.

He thought that allowing him to contact her was an agreement they knew well.

He can tolerate her bottom line.

But now, this woman is not even ready to answer the phone!

Mu Beiting's face was gloomy, and after hanging up the phone, he picked up his jacket and turned to leave.

"Prepare a car."

"Yes, master."

Half an hour later, a black Ferrari parked in front of the hotel.

"Master, Miss Su lives in this hotel, room 1206." Shang Wen said cautiously.

Mu Beiting didn't make a sound and walked directly into the elevator.

At this time, the movie was playing at a critical juncture, and Ling Feng's undercover identity was almost discovered by criminals.

Su Xiangwan slowed down even when he was eating something, his mouth opened slightly, his eyes widened, and he stared at the screen closely.

Han Che turned his head slightly, and saw her look like this, a little lost. I don't know what I'm thinking.

The movie is quiet, but the atmosphere is extremely tense.

‘Boom! ’

A knock on the door suddenly sounded, shocking Su Xiangwan.

After looking at the direction of the hallway, Su Xiangwan didn't want to move.

Immediately looked at Han Che and said, "I'm looking for you."

Han Che twitched his eyes, came to her room to find him?

She really figured it out.

However, Han Che didn't care about her, got up lazily, and opened the door: "Who is it."

As soon as the door opened, he froze for a moment, then resumed as usual.

The moment Mu Beiting saw him, his eyebrows were gloomy and his eyes were cold.

The sharp gaze jumped over him and landed in the room behind him.

The room was dimly lit, only a few wall lamps and downlights were turned on, emitting a faint warm orange halo.

On the sofa, there was a woman nestled.

The woman is wearing a pink nightdress, holding potato chips in one hand, leaning on the side of the sofa, and staring at the TV screen intently.

The big TV seemed to be showing something, the shiny screen reflected on her palm-sized face, and the light and dark kept changing.

Han Che was wearing slippers, looked up and down Mu Beiting, and said casually, "Who are you?"

Mu Beiting's gaze still fell on Su Xiangwan, and he didn't answer a word of stingy.

On the other side, Su Xiangwan saw that Han Che hadn't returned for a long time, and subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the profound entrance: "Han Che...who...who?"

But as soon as she turned her head, she was stunned and her mind went blank.

Han Che slowly said: "Oh, I knocked on the wrong door."

With that said, Han Che was about to close the door.

Damn it!

Knock your sister wrong!

Su Xiangwan was frightened and horrified, spitting out an **** in his heart.

That's the big devil!

I didn't even care about wearing my shoes, so I threw away the potato chips and ran off the sofa: "Don't... don't close it!"

She ran over quickly, clutching the door panel tightly. Finally stopped before Han Che closed the door.

Su Xiangwan smiled at Mu Beiting and stammered: "You... why are you here?"

Mu Beiting didn't say a word, staring at her coldly, slowly looking from head to toe.