Drifting Towards You

With a ‘pop’, Ms. Lu hung up the phone.

Mu Chenzhou slowly put down the phone in silence, his whole person looked...unlovable.

Su Xiangwan was thinking about saying something to comfort the child, Mu Chenzhou suddenly reddened his eyes and choked a little.

"Late night, if I fail to come back alive, you must avenge me!"

Mu Chenzhou got up and looked at Mu Beiting with deep resentment.

Is this his brother?

This is because he wants to die.

It doesn't count to send him a newspaper to recruit relatives.

He said that his parents are old and unattended.

Mu Chenzhou felt remorse in his heart and felt that he shouldn't be overwhelmed and clamored openly with him.

A handful of bitter tears...

After Mu Chenzhou left, Su Xiangwan put on his coat and Mu Beiting got into the car.

She promised Xiaoxiao to accompany her to school to pick up her luggage, and when Mu Beiting knew about it, he wanted to go there too.

In the car, Su Xiangwan looked at the proud man on the side and couldn't help asking: "Shen Zhou is really your brother?"

Mu Beiting glanced at her and said nothing.

"Why did he offend you?" Su Xiangwan asked again.

Mu Beiting stared at her and said quietly, "He eats my chocolate."

Su Xiangwan:...

Mu Beiting snorted coldly, and said inwardly: I still miss my wife.

At this moment, inside the Sifu compound.

Li Xiaoxiao rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked out of the room in a pink pajamas and furry slippers.

Si Mocheng got up very early, with his back straight, sitting at the table and reading the newspaper.

The dark green military uniform was tied to the top button, neat and tidy, without a trace of wrinkles, the man had sharp eyebrows, his expression was cold, and he was not angry.

Li Xiaoxiao raised his head and glanced at him, without saying a word, went to the bathroom to wash.

When he came out again, Si Mocheng had already put down the newspaper and got up.

She stepped back subconsciously, staggering.

Si Mocheng glanced at her, his jaw tightened: "Come here."

Li Xiaoxiao was a little nervous, and whispered to him: "Uncle..."

He didn't repeat it, but he couldn't refuse.

After a stalemate for a few seconds, Li Xiaoxiao finally paced slowly over.

"Sit down." He whispered.

Li Xiaoxiao glanced at him secretly and sat down obediently.

His gaze fell on her head, his slender and powerful hand picked up a comb and lightly landed it on her hair.

Li Xiaoxiao's hair was very soft and had not been dyed or permed, but it was a bit naturally yellowish.

Fingertips pierced her hair, his movements were very light.

Li Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief and scared her to death. It turned out that she was just tying her hair.

This time, she didn't move any more, but she was very cooperative.

Neither of them spoke, but anyone could see that he was proficient in his technique, which was obviously the experience he had accumulated over the years.

Li Xiaoxiao dragged her cheek with her little hand, waiting boredly.

He moves quickly, with a sharp and resolute manner peculiar to soldiers.

A few minutes later, he put down his comb, and Li Xiaoxiao raised a mirror and looked at it carefully.

A ball head is just right.

Look left and right. After looking carefully, he raised his head to look at Simo City standing beside him.

He didn't say a word, looking straight at her.

She held her cheeks, frowned her delicate brows, her big eyes flickered and became extremely clear: "I don't like this hair today..."

She tilted her head to look at him, her pink mouth pouting in dissatisfaction.

Si Mocheng didn't say much, and after untying the silk for her, he picked up the comb again.

Li Xiaoxiao's two small hands were still dragging his chin, and a few fingers lightly tapped on his cheeks, waiting patiently.

A few minutes later, Simocheng handed her the mirror again.

Li Xiaoxiao looked at it, his eyes widened, and he was unspeakably cute in the blink of an eye.