Drifting Towards You

He didn't sound deep in his words, and Su Xiangwan was stunned for a moment, his cheeks slightly red.

Hooligan, I didn't forget to molest her after being so far away.

"Mu Beiting, why are you so evil? Can you still have a good chat?"

Mu Beiting put down the pen in his hand, unbuttoned two shirt buttons, and leaned on the boss chair and said lightly: "I said I am not young, where is it evil?"

Su Xiangwan opened his mouth, only to find that... he had no way to argue.

"You...you mean age?" Su Xiangwan couldn't help asking rhetorically.

Mu Beiting chuckled, his voice low: "Otherwise?"

Although across the screen, Su Xiangwan's dark eyes always made Su Xiangwan feel helpless, and she looked away uncomfortably and said, "No...nothing."

Mu Beiting bent his lower lip and said ambiguously: "I am young, you are not the clearest."

Su Xiangwan glared at him bitterly, "Shut up."

"Late night, you are so evil." Mu Beiting spoke slowly.

"You are evil, you are too filthy, Mu Beiting, you are no longer the original you." After a few words, Su Xiangwan was provoked by him, ashamed and annoyed.

"Well, you have defiled the flowers of the motherland, so you are responsible." Mu Beiting spoke lazily, a pair of black eyes that were a little lazy, but looked at her gently and intently.

"You still have the flowers of the motherland? I think you are the dog's tail grass of the motherland." Su Xiangwan snorted softly, and his eyes fell on him, only feeling extra **** and seductive.

The man's shirt seemed to have deliberately unbuttoned two buttons, revealing a delicate apple.

He didn't wear a suit jacket, so he leaned back in his chair and chatted with her lazily, with an indescribable beauty.

Mu Beiting narrowed his eyes and suddenly approached the camera.

Su Xiangwan's face was suddenly enlarged by countless times.

Like a guilty conscience, the phone suddenly fell to the ground.

"What are you doing? Frightened me." Su Xiangwan picked up the phone and said angrily.

Mu Beiting chuckled, "Little girl."

Su Xiangwan blushed, but he didn't expect this to be seen through.

"I didn't touch it well at home, now I am stunned at the screen." Mu Beiting said naturally.

Su Xiangwan's mind showed his tight chest inexplicably, warm and sure, and the cold breath of him was all around him.

His cheeks burned a bit, and he gave him a guilty look.

"I won't tell you, it's not serious!"

Su Xiangwan hung up and hung up the phone, only feeling that his cheeks were hot. He turned out the mirror and looked at it, and his ears were a little red.

The video was suddenly hung up, and Mu Beiting frowned.

Dialed back again.

Su Xiangwan did not answer.

The man's face became gloomy, and he clicked on the chat page to directly send a message: "Dare to post my video, hurry up and give it a kiss."

Su Xiangwan stared at the screen, almost imagining how he looked black at the moment.

He bends the corners of his lips and sent a few red lips to him.

Mu Beiting's expression only then eased somewhat.

The two chatted a few more words before saying good night and getting ready to go to bed.

But the first night to separate from him.

Su Xiangwan actually suffered from insomnia.

After tossing and turning for a long time, I missed his body temperature and embrace more and more, and couldn't fall asleep.

Reopened the chat page, and began to harass Mu Beiting again: [Did you sleep? 】

After waiting for a while, I never waited for a reply.

Su Xiangwan snorted softly.

She was insomnia alone here, but he slept so soundly.

This is simply unfair!