Drifting Towards You

I glanced down at the content of the news.

There are two small pictures below the big picture, which are the single frontal photos of Han Che and Su Xiangwan.

Putting the two photos together, the meaning is self-evident.

Mu Beiting's face became more and more ugly.

Obviously he was there last night, why the news only reported on Wanwan and this Hanche.

Seeing the pictures of the two people put together, he felt uncomfortable inexplicably.

Shang Wen lowered his head and dared not make a sound. He only felt that the room had been in low air pressure since his president saw today's newspaper.

After a full ten minutes, Mu Beiting lowered his eyes and said coldly, "Go out."

"Yes."

Shang Yun let out a sigh of relief and quietly exited.

Crew.

Because there are only two scenes today, after the filming, Su Xiangwan is removing makeup.

A text message broke in.

Big Devil: What time will it end?

Su Xiangwan replied: It's over and I'm removing makeup.

Big Devil: Wait for me.

Su Xiangwan touched his nose and replied: I'll just go back by myself.

Soon, the text message came in again.

Big Devil: Wait for me.

Su Xiangwan sighed, which was exactly the same as the previous one, short and powerful, without a beak.

Really domineering...

Su Xiangwan leaned on the chair and couldn't help thinking.

What kind of person is Mu Beiting?

There are many legends about him in the previous life, but he has always been far away from her.

And now, he is very close to her.

She found that those labels didn't seem to be entirely suitable.

Hmm...it seems very domineering and a little childish, but sometimes it seems a little gentle.

Su Xiangwan was thinking about this, Han Che pushed the door and walked in.

"What will you eat later?"

Su Xiangwan gave him a white look: "Who wants to eat with you."

Han Che raised his eyebrows, and the fox's eyes flashed brightly: "So you plan to practice dancing on an empty stomach?"

"Dancing...?"

Su Xiangwan's heart tensed, and she suddenly remembered that there was a scene where the two of them had danced before, so the director made an appointment with them to practice today.

It's over.

The Great Demon King just said that he was anxious, and Han Che would be in front of him again.

To go or not to go?

The next moment, without waiting for Su Xiangwan to make a decision.

A clean, pure and handsome face suddenly magnified countless times in front of Su Xiangwan, and Han Che put one hand on the back of the chair behind her, very close to her.

Su Xiangwan subconsciously hid back a few minutes, but she was already sitting on the chair, and she had nowhere to hide.

For a while, the small head and back were firmly attached to the back of the chair, but the faint scent of Han Che's body could still be felt.

Different from Mu Beiting's clearness, he actually had a faint fragrance of gardenia.

Han Che smiled slightly, looking innocent and harmless.

Excluding those fox-like eyes, he was sly and shrewd.

"Will you plan to let me dove?" Han Che said softly.

Su Xiangwan swallowed saliva, crying without tears.

She really...forgot...

"I'm not feeling well these past two days, or... or let's change another day?"

Han Che's gaze swept across the woman's eyebrows, like a landscape with splashed ink, and like a heavy oil painting, light but bright.

What is light is love, what is bright is appearance.

At this time, Su Xiangwan's phone rang.

But before he had time to look, Han Che got closer to her again, and that clean face was no more than half an inch away from her.

"You know the fate of letting me dove."

Su Xiangwan gave birth to a touch of precaution, but didn't smile: "Han Che, if you get closer to me, I'm afraid I can't help but want to poke your eyes."