Drifting Towards You

"It's me too. I said how Song Ziming would marry a poor woman like her."

Listening to these words, Li Qingqing bit her posterior teeth, until thick blood filled her mouth, and then slowly suppressed the resentment and hatred in her eyes.

A few minutes later, Li Qingqing adjusted his emotions, sorted out facial expressions, and took the initiative to move forward.

"Senior Xiangwan, you have a big belly from morning to night, aren't you tired? This is two hours before the afternoon shooting. Would you like to take out the stuff in your belly." Li Qingqing said familiarly.

Su Xiangwan glanced at her lightly: "I don't feel it anymore when I take it out. I have never been a mother. I want to keep the feeling of being a mother at all times."

Li Qingqing glanced across her belly and smiled: "Yes, you have survived such a hot summer, and it is not too late."

Su Xiangwan retracted his gaze and looked down at the script.

She knew that Li Qingqing should already be suspicious.

During this period of time, I put on my makeup every day before she came, and her stomach was still bulging until she left. She didn't doubt it.

Obviously, the appearance of Song Ziming just now made her uncontrollable.

But it's okay.

Even if she took a picture of herself, she could fully explain it as a still.

As long as she can't produce any substantive evidence, she can't make waves.

Seeing that Su Xiangwan stopped paying attention to herself, Li Qingqing fell silent, but refused to leave.

After a few minutes, she suddenly said, "Senior Xiangye, don't you really have it?"

Su Xiangwan flipped through the script calmly, without any panic: "Yes? It's so difficult to be yours?"

In a word, not tepid, but choked Li Qingqing back.

Su Xiangwan looked directly at the woman in front of him with black eyes. During this time, she could see that the relationship between her and Song Ziming was not very good.

Li Qingqing didn't enjoy everything that should belong to Mrs. Song Jiashao, and naturally, dissatisfaction and anger accumulated in her heart.

Now Song Ziming ran to the theater to find herself, and slapped her in the face again.

If she doesn't trouble herself, it's not Li Qingqing.

Li Qingqing didn't tear her face apart, but several times her eyes fell on Su Xiangwan's stomach, not knowing what she was thinking about.

At noon the next day, Mu's private jet reached Dongjiang City.

Mu Beiting waited for Su Xiangwan to come over directly outside the set.

After the shooting at noon, Su Xiangwan changed his clothes and removed his makeup to look for him.

In order to avoid the sight of everyone, Su Xiangwan deliberately wore glasses, hats and masks, accompanied by Xiang Yi and Mi Li, and walked down a small road.

But even so, there was still a figure that followed sneakily.

Su Xiangwan walked outside the gate of the film and television city, a little stunned.

All luxury cars parked in front of the studio, Bentley, Lamborghini, Porsche...

Originally, she could recognize Mu Beiting's car at a glance.

But this will make you feel a little dazed.

Just about to make a call to Mu Beiting, the front Bentley honked the car whistle.

Mu Beiting looked at the woman outside the car and wanted to pick her up.

But I was afraid of being photographed, which caused her trouble, so I just patiently watched her get closer and closer.

Mi Li and Xiang Yi got in another car.

At this moment, a figure appeared in the corner of the studio, hiding in the shadow, holding a mobile phone to take a photo.

After Su Xiang's car at night, Mu Beiting's eyes were faint, but he looked straight at her and refused to move away.

Su Xiangwan couldn't help asking: "Why are there so many cars at the door?"