Drifting Towards You

"Young... young... master!"

In the next instant, a big cold hand pinched her neck tightly.

Mu Beiting's eyes were somewhat congested, and his big hands kept pushing hard.

The woman kneeling on the ground flushed a little bit, struggling to avoid it, but because of her kneeling posture, she couldn't help her.

Mu Beiting's big hands tightened a little bit, his expression gloomy.

There was a deep fear in Han Jiaqing's heart. At this moment, the man in front of him was like a devil, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Young... Master... Forgive... Forgive..."

Her face rose a little from red to purple, and the hands that were holding her neck tightly began to sag weakly.

Mu Beiting's eyes were stained with blood, and his voice was cold: "Take away your thoughts that you shouldn't have, Mrs. Mu will definitely not be you!"

Mu Beiting let go of her in disgust, and Han Jiaqing instantly fell to the ground.

"roll!"

Han Jiaqing coughed violently, clutched her neck tightly, staggered a few steps and ran out of the bedroom.

Mu Beiting lowered his eyes and suppressed the irritability in his heart.

He could feel it, and he could feel the moment she was suddenly far away from him.

After Su Xiangwan returned to the room, his back was against the door panel.

His temperature seemed to remain in his hands, scorching and warm.

After taking a sigh of relief, opening the computer's browser, Su Xiangwan stared at the screen blankly.

She didn't turn on any of the lights in the room, and the shiny screen was projected on her face, making her face look white like a ghost.

After a few minutes, she finally typed a few words gently in the search box-Song Ziming.

In an instant, countless pieces of news and photos about men crowded the screen.

Her eyes were a bit dull, and the feeling of being swallowed by flames swept over again.

Pain is the kind of pain that will swallow all the roar and anger.

After a few seconds, she suddenly opened the drawer and turned out a mirror from the drawer.

With the faint light, he repeatedly looked at his face several times.

so far so good……

Her face hadn't been destroyed by him, and she hadn't been burned to death by him. Burned alive.

Without opening any news related to Song Ziming, she closed the page again.

She turned around and walked to the sofa, digging out a box of ladies' cigarettes from her bag.

Fingertips quivered, and it took a long time to light the smoke.

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes, took a heavy breath, and the whole talent gradually relaxed.

She smoked in the previous life because of too much pressure.

She even committed suicide before, but she didn't die.

After this life, she didn't plan to touch the cigarette again, because she was afraid that the addiction of the previous life would be brought into this life.

But the role of Haitang is a smoker.

After mixing in Fengyuechang for a long time, she has no knowledge of cigarettes and alcohol.

So Yan always took it with her, after all, the script needed.

It's just that she has not dared to touch it, for fear that she can't give it up.

After one cigarette was exhausted, she lit another one, and a faint spark was shining in the dark room, and some loneliness and pain were spreading.

Mu Beiting stayed alone in the room for a long time, glanced at the clock on the wall, only to find that it was only ten minutes since she left without hesitation.

It turned out that every minute she was absent was not a minute, but sixty seconds, six thousand milliseconds, and six million microseconds.

Even if she knew it, maybe she didn't want to see him.

Mu Beiting still couldn't help walking to the door of the master bedroom.

The door was closed tightly, and there was no light inside.

The big hand fell on the doorknob, hesitated for a few seconds, and pushed it away.