Drifting Towards You

She gently bent her lips, her eyes filled with water: "It's our baby...really our baby..."

Su Xiangwan wasn't in a state until he returned home.

She only felt that all this was like a dream, and the unexpected change was so unreal.

She even wondered if it was a dream or a dream that she had imagined.

But the report in his hand is so true, written so clearly in black on a white background.

Su Xiangwan carefully collected the report, feeling like he had gone to a heavy stone.

If the child belonged to Mu Beiting, did nothing happen that night?

Su Xiangwan lightly lowered his eyes and recalled the scene in the morning after that night again.

The beds were in a mess, but there was nothing to see.

The buttons on the shirt were wrongly buttoned, but it seemed that something really happened.

But the shirts are all small white buttons in the internal test. If that night is really so dry, the button will break when you pull it, and I am afraid that there will be no chance to button it again.

Thinking of this, Su Xiangwan's eyes were clear.

Yes, there is a smell.

When she woke up, although everything was well arranged, there didn't seem to be the ambiguous atmosphere after Huanlove in the room.

Su Xiangwan was thinking so wildly, but he became more and more sure that all this should be a dream.

Perhaps many of what Han Che said were false, but what he said that day did not bother to get her by this means, but it seemed true.

But what is Han Che's feelings for her?

Do you like it? Or just use her as a tool?

Su Xiangwan nests on the sofa with a thin blanket, thinking about it for a long time, and is not too tired year after year. The children are fun, and toss about each time. The floor is full of toys of all kinds, which is messy. But the warmth is indescribable.

Su Xiangwan's eyes fell on Nian Nian, and Wen Sheng asked, "Do you like your younger brother or your younger sister?"

Mu Jinnian, who was playing in the car, turned his head, blinked his grape-black eyes, and watched Su Xiangwan not speaking.

Su Xiangwan smiled and asked patiently: "Do you like your younger brother or younger sister every year?"

Sitting on the carpet year after year, tilting his head for a moment, he grinned at Su Xiangwan, his eyes crooked and unspeakably cute: "Ma Ma~"

Su Xiangwan couldn't help but chuckled and didn't ask him again.

Although he can speak a few words now, it is only a few simple words, and the one he talks about most often is numb.

When Mu Beiting came back from get off work, he took off his coat first.

It started to snow again outside, and although he hadn't walked much, his body was stained with a thin layer of frost and cold.

Afraid of being cold, he didn't touch her either, and said warmly: "When will you be back."

Su Xiangwan thought for a while: "It's more than three o'clock."

Mu Beiting nodded, did not ask any more, rolled up his sleeves and walked into the bathroom. After years, he gave a light kick on his small butt.

Every year Ben was squatting and playing in the car, and when he was unstable, he sat slanted on the ground without crying, turning his head to look at Mu Beiting.

But Mu Beiting had already walked into the bathroom at this meeting, so he would take care of him wherever he had time.

He groaned every year for a long time, and after a while, there was no sound.

Su Xiangwan was covered with a thin blanket and his eyes were gentle.

Mu Beiting has always been afraid of her cold, the fire in the fireplace at home is very hot, and the floor has been replaced with a thicker carpet.

Suddenly she felt that such a day was very good, and she felt a sense of peace and quiet.