Drifting Towards You

Someone glanced at her subconsciously and saw that she had eight dishes again, and couldn't help but say: "Late night, why are you eight dishes again?"

When her voice passed, many people turned their heads and looked.

Su Xiangwan didn't know what to say and could only remain silent.

Xiao Ai, who hadn't been around her for a long time, couldn't help but approached and said: "Sister Wanwan, this meal seems to be added to us by investors. Do you know anyone from the investors?"

There was no movement around, but a pair of ears were listening.

"I don't know." Su Xiangwan said perfunctorily.

Xiao Ai touched a soft nail and couldn't ask any more questions.

Except for this episode, the whole day of shooting went on as usual.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the crew ended.

Su Xiangwan wrapped his coat and returned to the hotel.

Swipe the door card and push the door.

She froze for a moment and looked at the sofa.

In the darkness, a figure was faintly visible on the sofa, and the smoke between the fingers emitted sporadic light, which was especially obvious in the darkness.

After turning on the light, she closed the door.

Taking off her coat and hanging it aside, she walked to the sofa, stopped, and stared at the man in front of her.

Mu Beiting lowered his eyes and didn't look at her, still smoking, shrouded in a shadow, looking a little depressed.

After thinking about it, she was going to pour him a glass of water.

But as soon as he moved, his hand was caught.

She turned to look at him, he was still smoking with his eyes down, but his other hand was holding her wrist tightly, and he refused to let go.

"I'll pour you a glass of water." She whispered.

He didn't say anything, but he still held on to her.

The strength of his fingers was so strong that her wrists began to turn blue in a short while.

Su Xiangwan sighed softly: "Have you eaten yet."

He remained silent.

"I'll get you something to eat." She whispered.

He sat on the sofa, silently pinched out the cigarette **** in his hand, still holding her wrist tightly with one hand.

He finally raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes were scarlet and bloodshot.

He looked at her directly and spoke slowly, with a low voice: "I haven't touched them."

She was silent, silent.

"I just want to see you angry for me." He continued to explain in a low voice, without the slightest fluctuation in his voice.

"I was holding the picture of the woman with my arms on the backrest, and she sat down by herself."

Regardless of whether she cared or not, he still wanted to explain to her.

He wanted to see that she cared about herself.

But she didn't ask anything.

He regretted it a bit.

He couldn't help but want to go back to find her, but found that she had moved away.

Looking at the empty bedroom.

At that moment, his heart was flustered.

He suddenly thought that even if she didn't care about him, it would be good as long as she was willing to stay by his side.

Su Xiangwan sighed lightly, his heart aching slightly.

Actually, he doesn't need to explain so much.

She didn't ask, because she knew that he wouldn't do it at all.

She was silent for a long time, and his heart was very muffled.

In the next moment, he hugged her tightly from behind.

He put his face on her neck, his big hand wrapped around her waist, smelling the faint scent of her body, and said nothing.

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes, and his stiff body gradually relaxed a little.

Mu Beiting was silent, just holding her tighter.

The big hands tightly confined her waist, lowered her head and lightly rubbed her snow-white back of the neck, becoming more greedy and wishing to rub her into her body.

I don’t know how long it took, he whispered her name: "Late late."

"Huh?" She responded lightly.

He spoke slowly, his voice dark and severe: "You can do whatever you want, but you are not allowed to go."