Drifting Towards You

But in fact, Li Qingqing just glanced at him tremblingly.

A pair of eyes closed on him, and then hurriedly averted his sight, tears rushed out of his eyes, and kept shaking his head as if he had been insulted by him.

"Qingqing, speak." Song Ziming's voice became colder.

Li Qingqing just choked and shook his head, without saying a word.

Song Ziming's face looked a little ugly.

He keeps birds all year round, but he didn't expect to be pecked by birds one day.

Haha, Mu Beiting.

You really are a good way!

Until this moment, Song Ziming still didn't understand.

Li Qingqing unexpectedly joined hands with Mu Beiting to calculate him.

But does he think that only one charge of **** can bring him down to Song Ziming?

It's too naive.

The police did not give Song Ziming a chance to speak again. After he got dressed, the police took him away for investigation.

The other female police officers collected evidence from Li Qingqing after sending the reporter out.

After the evidence collection, Li Qingqing took a bath alone in the hotel bathroom.

Thinking of the time Song Ziming looked at her just now, she panicked in her heart.

I'm afraid he will hate her.

She really likes him, but she doesn't want to wait any longer.

She didn't even think of hurting him, she just wanted to get what she wanted.

She was just forced to, she believed that one day Ziming would truly fall in love with her.

After changing clothes, Li Qingqing went to the police station with the police as a victim.

And here, because he was going to the crew, Su Xiangwan got up early.

Mu Beiting got up early too, called room service and delivered breakfast.

When Su Xiangwan came out of the bathroom, he saw breakfast on the dining table and a slightly eye-catching bag.

It's over... What Song Ziming gave that day...

In order to **** Li Qingqing, she took it easily.

When I came back, I kept throwing it there, and for a few days I got sick and forgot to deal with it. Now I stand upright on the table, it's hard to ignore it.

Su Xiangwan stood in front of the mirror and dauntedly refused to pass.

But Mu Beiting had already seen her small movements in his eyes.

He glanced across the gift bag in front of him, his eyes gloomy and unclear.

"Why? Come over and eat."

"Great……"

After being named, Su Xiangwan had to rush over.

A table of breakfast, with a gift bag standing in it, is particularly abrupt.

Su Xiangwan figured it out, and didn't know if this person did it on purpose.

Standing at the table, Su Xiangwan moved the breakfast, and then took the gift bag away, which was very casual and natural.

But when the bag was held in her hand, Mu Beiting's low voice sounded: "What's in the bag?"

Su Xiangwan swallowed, she didn't know what it was...

Turning his back to him, after struggling for a while, he made up a good answer: "Trash."

"Take it here." He said in a deep voice, and couldn't refuse.

"It's rubbish, I'd better throw it away." Su Xiangwan turned around and said vacantly.

He raised his eyebrows without making a sound, but the meaning was self-evident.

Su Xiangwan only felt that he was really unlucky, why every time he did something bad, he was caught.

The two stood in a stalemate, and no one said anything.

Ten seconds later, Su Xiangwan finally couldn't bear the colder and colder aura on his body, thinking that she should confess and be lenient before the matter became serious.

Obediently stepped forward and handed him the bag, like a kid who made a mistake, standing by the table with his head drooping.

"Open." He spoke slowly, his tone softened a bit.