Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting lowered his eyes, his thin lips lightly opened: "Let her be the first."

Yuan Xue felt a little bit unusual in her heart.

Put her first.

Just four words, but it shows too much.

Mu Beiting paused, then said again: "You will take her personally in the future."

Yuan Xue was stunned again. After a few seconds, she slowly said, "What if I refuse?"

Mu Beiting let out a soft voice, and a wicked ghost flashed across his eyes: "Who do you think you are talking to?"

Yuan Xue's heart tightened, and a few seconds later, she lowered her eyes and said, "I see."

After leaving, Yuan Xue felt a little complicated.

She can have today, it can almost be said that Mu Beiting pulls out with one hand.

And speaking of Su Xiangwan, she actually didn't hate it.

After months of observation, this girl also has an appetite for her. She is obviously only 20 years old, but she is willing to bear hardships and not impetuous. The most important thing is that her appearance and acting skills are online.

It's just that she has been in this circle for a long time, and what she hates most is the unspoken rules.

But she didn't expect that she could actually sneak up to Mu Beiting's head.

Yuan Xue chuckled, but she had to admit that she did have some skill.

After Yuan Xue left, Mu Beiting's expression became gloomy.

After thinking about it, I made a call.

"Squeeze me down on Su Xiangwan's public opinion."

"Also, I want to know who is the chief envoy."

Soon after the phone was hung up, Mu Beiting went home.

When I got home, I found a little thing curled up on the sofa, with a pale face, holding a pillow, and it smelled of dying.

Mu Beiting twisted his eyebrows, hung up his coat, and asked in a deep voice, "Uncomfortable?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Su Xiangwan raised his eyelids.

The long eyelashes blinked a few times, and he held his stomach weakly and said, "No."

Mu Beiting hugged her up: "Go to the hospital."

Su Xiangwan suddenly fell into a powerful arm, and Su Xiangwan froze for two times before rubbing his arms: "No need."

He pressed his thin lips tightly, and lowered his eyes to scan her face.

She was sullen all over, her face was a little less bloody, her little hand grabbed the hem of his shirt, and she looked at him with watery eyes.

"I...I'm just a relative here, it's okay."

Mu Beiting paused slightly before he noticed that she had been holding her belly.

Fucked her eyebrows and put her back on the bed, and asked in a low voice, "Where does it hurt?"

She groaned: "It hurts everywhere."

He didn't say anything, and gave her a hot water bottle.

The warm touch fell on the lower abdomen a little more comfortable, but the pain did not relieve much.

Her eldest aunt has always been forbidden. Every time she visits, her life is better than her death.

Mu Beiting twitched the corner for her, and asked Rong Ma to boil some red jujube soup for her, and then stayed by the bed to accompany her.

Su Xiangwan felt that he would be wrapped up like a zongzi, but his eyes were dark and kept falling on her face, as if she was so pretty.

"Mu Beiting."

"Yep."

"You come up with me." Her voice was soft, and she looked at him seriously.

He was slightly startled, and thought about going to bed after taking a shower.

Su Xiangwan quickly got into his arms and felt warm.

Mu Beiting's body was slightly stiff, and his eyes dropped lightly.

The last time they had a cold war for several days was caused by where he slept.

He knew she didn't want to, so since he moved home last time, he has been sleeping in the second bedroom properly and never mentioned that he wanted to move back.

And holding her like this is more like a long time ago.

Su Xiangwan frowned and remained motionless as she felt the pain of falling from her lower abdomen.

He held her tighter: "Does it still hurt?"

"Yep."