Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting's eyes were deep, staring at her slowly and said, "Tomorrow, let Qingyuan buy another one for you."

"I don't want it! I want that one!" Su Xiangwan roared, his eyes flushed with excitement.

She finally found the Yaoji, but he even sent it away.

Su Xiangwan's heart hurts beyond words, and his face pales.

He twisted his eyebrows, his eyes darkened a bit.

"That's my dog, what right do you have to send it away? What qualifications do you have to send it away?" Su Xiangwan's eyes were wiped out, excited.

"Heh, yours? Song Ziming's, right?" He said coldly, with more sarcasm in his eyes.

She insisted on wanting Song Ziming's dog, but she still wanted to use that dog as a token of love!

Oh, it's also really ridiculous.

Thinking about her own position in her heart, she couldn't even compare to a dog.

Mu Beiting's eyes became more self-deprecating, and immediately became cruel.

"That's my dog. You need me to say it a few times before you understand that it is not Song Ziming's, but my dog!" Su Xiangwan's eyes were red, and he roared at him, and his whole body trembled.

He stared at her, his thin lips pressed lightly, he was still silent for fear that she would be too emotional.

A few seconds later, he turned and walked towards the living room: "Let's eat."

Su Xiangwan's legs softened and fell to the ground.

Mu Beiting paused slightly, turned and hugged her on the bed.

Su Xiangwan grabbed the corner of his clothes and seemed to have no strength, and said softly: "It belongs to me, will you give it back to me? It saved my life!"

She pleaded with a wipe.

He stared at her silently.

"Mu Beiting, can you give it back to me, it's really important to me." She said softly, pleading with her.

Mu Beiting remained silent.

Su Xiangwan gave up and asked him again, letting go a little bit by the corner of his clothes, and got up and ran downstairs.

Mu Beiting stopped her and pulled her back: "Where to go."

She looked a little cold: "I'm going to find it."

The anger in Mu Beiting's heart jumped up, coldly said: "Where to find it."

Su Xiangwan looked at him directly: "I will find it no matter where I go."

Mu Beiting sneered: "Then you might not be able to find it."

"What do you mean, where did you send it?" Su Xiangwan said with a trembling voice.

He stared at her and said word by word: "The slaughterhouse."

"You bastard!!!" Su Xiangwan grabbed his shirt and roared, his voice becoming shrill.

He curled his eyebrows and pursed his lips in silence.

Su Xiangwan calmed down a bit, then glared at him with red eyes and said, "You lie to me."

His voice was faint: "Believe it or not, it's up to you."

"You lie to me, you must be lie to me! I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"

Tears rushed down, and Su Xiangwan's eyes went dark, her figure swayed a few times, and she fell onto the bed.

Mu Beiting lowered his eyes slightly, worried that she would be surprised, and turned around to let Uncle Xiang call a family doctor.

After confirming that she is OK.

Su Xiangwan sat on the side of the bed blankly, lifeless.

He twisted his brows.

He could see that the dog was really important to her.

But he couldn't accept it. In her heart, a dog was more important than him.

Neither a person nor a dog will work.

What's more, it was Song Ziming's dog.

Su Xiangwan sat by the bed in a daze for a long time.

So, is Yaoji dead?

They only met yesterday, is it because of her death today?

Approaching nine o'clock in the evening.

Mu Beiting sent someone to bring some porridge over.

Put it on his desk and speak slowly: "Something to eat."