Drifting Towards You

The roots of her ears became redder and red, and even the breath she exhaled was hot.

A few seconds later, Su Xiangwan looked a little flustered, and bit his lips lightly.

How can I get it on the collar?

how could be.

He lowered his eyes lightly, his mind was noisy, and he couldn't calm down.

It must have been when she was sitting on the dressing table, he lowered his head and kissed her, when she raised her head, the corner of her lips accidentally wiped his neckline.

There was silence in the conference room, and a pair of eyes fell on Mu Beiting.

Su Xiangwan didn't look at him, but couldn't tell the nervousness.

I'm afraid that a certain uncle will talk nonsense when he is upset.

A few seconds later, Mu Beiting spoke slowly with a low voice: "I don't think men can apply this kind of thing."

As soon as this remark came out, there was a commotion in the audience.

"Am I wrong? Did Mu Shao mean to admit that he has a woman?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! I really want to know which little **** smashed and exploded with jealousy!"

"What's all the fuss about, after all, Mu Shao is a man, and there is also a need, okay?"

"That is, according to Mu Shao's identity and status, there are many women who throw in their arms. It's not normal without a woman."

"No... I'm going to cry a little bit first, how can my husband find a woman! Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

"Could it be Zhao Xinning? Isn't Zhao Xinning his fiancee? But if it was Zhao Xinning, how could he attend Su Xiangwan's press conference?"

"Could it be Su Xiangwan's?"

The discussion below was endless, and everyone instantly transformed into Sherlock Holmes.

Su Xiangwan kept his ears upright, his nerves tense.

Fortunately, fortunately, she was witty and changed her color number before coming to the stage.

The woman wanted to continue to ask something, Zhou Chengxuan frowned, and she winked at the host for fear that she would make Mu Beiting unhappy.

The host immediately picked up the microphone and interrupted: "There is still a chance for the last two questions, this handsome guy..."

Before the woman could speak again, the host interrupted.

Seeing that she had already asked a question, it was hard for a woman to keep asking.

The reporter who was selected was a boy in his twenties. The boy wore black framed eyes and looked a bit stunned.

After being named, the boy's cheeks quickly turned red, and he looked at Su Xiangwan a little shyly, stammering: "I...I...I."

The boy looked extremely nervous, but he opened his mouth for a long time but it was just a word for me.

The surrounding reporters couldn't help but feel a little anxious, his leader also reminded in a low voice: "Ask Mu Beiting... The problem is not just explained."

The boy became more nervous, his eyes fell on Su Xiangwan, a little incoherent.

The host calmly comforted: "Don't worry, there is still time, you can speak slowly."

The boy swallowed his saliva before he spoke for a while, "I... I think I just want to ask what kind of man is your ideal partner."

When he asked, there was a groan in the audience.

Everyone pointed to the last chance to be able to break the news on Mu Beiting, but he didn't expect that this stunned green would actually ask such an unqualified question.

It's maddening, which media idiot!

He spoke a little shyly, and then quickly added: "You... if you don't want to say it, it doesn't matter."

Su Xiangwan breathed a sigh of relief and felt that the lipstick matter could finally be turned over.

Looking at the dazed boy in front of him, he was a bit cute, and he seemed to be a few years older than himself.

"Um... the ideal type."

Su Xiangwan began to think seriously, and a deep gaze fell on her with everyone, waiting for the answer.