Drifting Towards You

Half an hour later, a black Bentley drove slowly into the studio and approached the back of the crew of "Yonglemen".

Mu Beiting looked out the window and searched for the figure.

But because there were too many filming staff and crew members, there were several layers inside and outside, so he couldn't see her at all.

He frowned and got out of the car.

After walking for a few minutes, Mu Beiting saw the woman staggering and falling into the rain at a glance.

Her neckline was half open, and a trace of bruising was faintly visible, her hair was messy, hanging wet on her cheeks, her face pale and not half bloody.

At a glance, it is not difficult to see what she has just experienced.

His heart suffocated, his pupils shrank a little, and the big hand hanging on his side tightened subconsciously.

Haitang slowly got up from a piece of stagnant water, and walked a few steps swayingly, before his eyes went dark, and he fainted completely.

At this moment, Han Che on the side was preparing to play.

Because according to the script, Li Chengfeng appeared at this time and brought Haitang back to the hotel and settled down.

But he only took two steps, but another figure in the crowd came out before him.

Seeing Su Xiangwan fainted, Mu Beiting's heart tightened. After passing through the crowd, he subconsciously walked towards her.

Everyone in the field was taken aback, and Han Che's footsteps also paused slightly.

In the rain, Mu Beiting strode to Su Xiangwan's side, took off his suit jacket and put it on her, the next second, he hugged her up.

Su Xiangwan only felt a burst of good-smelling clear breath rushing into his nose, and then he fell into a warm embrace.

Because Haitang had been in a coma according to the script, she never opened her eyes, just like a duckweed, let him hold it.

But Su Xiangwan couldn't help but mutter to herself, how could she remember that Han Che seemed to have two lines at this time, why didn't she see him say it?

But since the director didn't call the card, there should be no problem.

Mu Beiting lowered his head slightly, his eyes fell on her pale little face.

At this moment, she was dying, and there was almost no anger. He couldn't help but feel a trace of panic. It was hard to associate her with the bright little thing that smiled in front of him last night. .

His eyes were slightly cool, and he buckled her little head in his arms to prevent her from being drenched in rain again.

But his white shirt was completely drenched in an instant, and there were still drops of water dripping on his hair.

Everyone saw that, against the backdrop of the feasting old Shanghai, a heavy rain poured in. A man in a white shirt and black trousers, carrying the wind and rain, hugged a woman tightly, and walked towards him.

Everyone couldn't see his face clearly because of the light behind him, but the long figure, walking through the wind and rain made everyone moved.

Everyone stared with breathlessness, forgetting to breathe, and stared at his cold and hard outline.

The director stared at the screen, his heart beating violently.

Ok... this scene is really great...

This man is more like a real hero and king than Han Che, coldly looking at the world.

Mu Beiting ignored the gazes around him and held her tighter.

She was very cold, the kind of cold that was so cold, even if it was summer at the moment, but this tossing down did not lightly toss her.

Mu Beiting hugged her and walked out of the crowd. The driver had already opened the car door early, and he carefully put Su Xiangwan in the car, and then got on the car with his eyes closed, closing the door tightly.

So far, the inside of the car and the outside of the car are completely isolated into two worlds.

The black Bentley was like a dragon, leaving only a shadow, gradually disappearing into the dark night.