Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting's expression remained unchanged, and a few seconds later he said solemnly, "Boiled noodles."

Su Xiangwan breathed a sigh of relief. It's not that she loves noodles, but that she has just moved here and lives by herself again. She finds noodles the most convenient and time-saving, so she stocks a lot of noodles.

"You want some eggs."

"One."

Su Xiangwan nodded, and suddenly realized that there seemed to be one missing person: "Hey? Where's Shen Zhou? Do you need to bring him a copy."

Su Xiangwan looked around, but didn't see Mu Chenzhou's figure.

"No." Mu Beiting's thin lips lightly opened, his eyes gloomy.

He called Shen Zhou when he saw the two sides. He and her have slept twice, so why didn't she call himself Bei Ting.

Seeing that there was something wrong with the atmosphere of the brothers, Su Xiangwan didn't ask much, turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Mu Beiting took off his suit jacket and hung it up. The snow-white shirt made him more noble and handsome, a bit less calm and cold, making it more difficult to look away.

Su Xiangwan couldn't help but take another look, but it's okay not to look at it. With this look, his nerves became tense in an instant.

After Mu Beiting took off his jacket, he walked towards the bedroom.

Because Su Xiangwan rented a small house with one bedroom and one living room, the sofa was in the bedroom and there was only a dining table outside.

But he only took two steps, Su Xiangwan immediately chased him up, stopped in front of him nervously and said, "Mu Beiting!"

His deep gaze fell on her little face, sharp and deep, and he clearly felt her anxiety and panic.

Mu Beiting narrowed his eyes slightly without making a sound.

"Just wait outside... after all, the bedroom is considered my boudoir anyway. It is not suitable for you to go in as a man." Su Xiangwan pretended to be calm and tried to stop it.

She suddenly remembered that there was something in the room that had not been confiscated.

If you let him see, wouldn't she be dead.

Never let him in, absolutely not!

The breath around him became a bit cold, and his gaze jumped over her head and fell in the direction of the bedroom, wanting to find out.

Su Xiangwan hurriedly closed the bedroom door and stood in front of the door with a smile: "Mr. Mu, how about you waiting in the living room? The noodles will be cooked soon."

Mu Beiting glanced at her deeply, without reluctance, turned around and sat down at the dining table.

Su Xiangwan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at him anxiously before entering the kitchen.

Several times during the period, she probed out uneasy and saw that he was really sitting still at the dining table, and she gradually felt relieved.

Take out an egg from the refrigerator, after hesitating, take out another egg.

Although Mu Beiting said that he didn't need to give Mu Chenzhou a share, he couldn't write two Mu characters in a stroke anyway. Wouldn't it be a bit embarrassing if Mu Chenzhou came back halfway without his share.

Thinking about this, Su Xiangwan prepared noodles about four times his food intake.

After all, the two big men who live and live their lives must have twice as much food as their own.

If Mu Chenzhou didn't come back, he could eat less and not waste too much.

"Wow!"

After boiling water, the "two cakes" suddenly screamed.

Su Xiangwan's habitual probe glanced, his heart tense, and hurriedly threw down the kitchen knife and ran out.

"Mu... Mu Beiting..."

At this moment, the bedroom door opened wide.

Mu Beiting still sat motionless at the table, except that he had an extra magazine in his hand.

Su Xiangwan was like a schoolboy who made mistakes, clasped his hands and stood awkwardly beside him, while Mu Beiting looked at the magazine in his hand like a teacher checking homework.