Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting's face was gloomy, and he squeezed a few words from his teeth: "Su Xiangwan!"

"Um... Um?" she answered pitifully.

He stared at her with dark eyes, and said in a deep voice, "What season is it now?"

Su Xiangwan was slightly startled: "Winter...winter..."

"Do you still know it's winter?" He looked at her coldly.

Su Xiangwan flattened his mouth and muttered in a low voice: "A stab at extending your head and a stab at shrinking your head. I'd rather die in the beautiful frozen man than live in the ugly warmth!"

Mu Beiting's lungs were about to explode, and he really wanted to hit her **** a few times.

What a fallacy that sounds like a fallacy!

His eyes were deep, staring directly at her in darkness.

Su Xiangwan still murmured: "I am a public figure now, and I must always pay attention to my image!"

"I will do a walking textbook in the future, and I will also do a fashion dressing guide!"

Su Xiangwan was telling the truth.

When she was not famous before, she could always wear a lot.

But nowadays, she may meet reporters all the time, and she will never allow herself to make a small mistake.

You know, private service is an extremely important factor in the investigation of actresses.

Even if she was so unhappy in her previous life.

The dressing style is still sought after by a large number of people.

But having said that, she was actually a bit cold.

In the previous life, she had been hardly frozen for several years, but her skin was thick and thick.

But now it's different, now in twenty-eight years, with a delicate body and tender body, but with youthful vigor.

But then again.

There is no actress who can wrap up so much.

Although she is not so famous now, it is black history that can be found later.

Seeing Mu Beiting, he looked at her so gloomily.

Su Xiangwan was still a little bit embarrassed.

After all, he is more or less a famous husband, how she wants to show some face.

Su Xiangwan turned his eyes, stepped forward and hugged Mu Beiting's arm, looked at him with a pair of watery eyes, and said softly, "Mu Beiting, do you want me to be happy?"

He looked down at her, his lips pressed into a line without making a sound.

"I'm not happy, are you also unhappy?"

He still looked at her silently, silent.

"Look, if I don't look good, I'm not happy, I'm not happy, and you're not happy. If you're not happy, I'm even less happy, so do you want me to be happy?"

Her voice was soft and glutinous, holding his arm gently and coquettishly.

His heart softened, and his brows softened unconsciously.

Su Xiangwan bulged his face slightly, and said softly in dissatisfaction: "You didn't care about me before. You can't change after you get me."

He glanced at her and said lightly: "Now it's time to take care of it."

Su Xiangwan wrinkled her delicate brows, her eye circles were red, and she said pitifully, "You really don't hurt me anymore, I'm not your little man anymore, right?"

He stared at her for a few seconds, and he couldn't help her.

With a light sigh, he grabbed the coat and wrapped it firmly around her, whispering: "Don't cry if it's freezing."

She smiled at him, and she was in a good mood.

After all, he was still worried, and took a scarf to tie her carefully, but the brows were kept frowning.

She couldn't help but stretched out her fingers and rubbed it: "Don't wrinkle, little old man."

His movements were slightly stagnant, and he raised his eyes to look at her, a touch of gentleness overflowed under his eyes.

"Little old lady, let's go."

He took her little hand, held it firmly in the palm, and turned and led her downstairs.

Walking into the yard, Su Xiangwan couldn't help but stunned.

I don't know when the first snow has come.