Chapter 152 Absent-Minded

The afternoon passed quickly.

Su Xiangwan actually found that Han Che didn't seem to be doing it on purpose at the time. His rhythm and her rhythm were indeed a bit out of sync, and he didn't know why.

But after working together for an afternoon, the two of them have been dancing the dance music of old Shanghai in the house, and gradually found the feeling.

During the last practice.

Su Xiangwan glanced at him, and couldn't help but ask, "What happened to you before?"

Han Che raised his eyebrows, noncommittal: "I was deaf before."

Su Xiangwan was slightly taken aback. She had a little impression of his deafness.

But that happened in the previous life, that is, six years later, when Han Che was thirty.

At that time, it was reported on the Internet that Han Che was deaf, but it was not confirmed by the person concerned.

So she didn't pay too much attention.

But now, he is only twenty-four, why would he say that he was deaf before.

Could it be that it was the same in the previous life? It's just that it was picked up after many years?

Meeting his bright eyes, Su Xiangwan frowned, unable to think clearly for a while.

"Why, do you feel distressed?" Seeing her reaction in his eyes, Han Che pursed his lips.

"It's getting late, I'm leaving."

Su Xiangwan withdrew his hand, not going to practice anymore.

Han Che chuckled, and put his arms around the door: "Want to find your benefactor?"

"I want you to take care of it."

Su Xiangwan rolled his eyes at him, took his bag and turned to leave.

*

Take a taxi all the way back to Mu's house.

Su Xiangwan didn't see Mu Beiting's existence.

I looked at the time, it was already six o'clock in the evening.

Rong's mother went upstairs and said, "Ma'am, dinner is ready, you can eat quickly."

Su Xiangwan was silent for a few seconds, then said slowly, "Mu Beiting hasn't come back yet?"

"Yes, not back yet."

Su Xiangwan didn't make a sound.

"Mrs?"

"I'll wait for him a little longer."

Mother Rong thought for a while: "Why don't you call your husband and ask?"

Su Xiangwan smiled back, "Okay."

After Rong's mother left, Su Xiangwan took out his phone, stared at his number for a while, and then put the phone back on the table.

When he left today, his face was so ugly. Could it be that he didn't know how to answer her phone at all.

After hesitating for a long time with her cheeks on her cheeks, she still didn't make the call after all.

I'm going to take a shower first.

Nearly an hour later, Su Xiangwan took a slow shower.

It will be half past eight.

Mu Beiting still didn't come back.

Mother Rong came up again to urge her to eat.

Su Xiangwan sat at the big dining table, pouted slightly.

Bad guy, he clearly said that he came back to have dinner with you.

The chopsticks moved in her plain little hands, and Su Xiangwan put them down slowly, but finally didn't eat anything.

"Mother Rong, I won't eat. The director thinks I'm too fat, so I'm going to lose weight these days."

Su Xiangwan stood in front of the railing, yelled to Rong's mother downstairs, and went back to his room.

Lying on his big bed, Su Xiangwan rolled and rolled, flipping through the script.

It seemed that the coldness of his body still remained on the pillow, and she couldn't help thinking that he was so good last night.

The script was a little distracted.

Until eleven o'clock, there was still no movement of him.

Su Xiangwan stared at the clock on the wall for a while, and finally at 11:20, he looked away, turned off the lights, and fell asleep obediently.

As if nothing happened.

*

On the other side, Mu Beiting was in the company's office.

The light was off, and he was sunk in darkness, with his arms resting on the back of the sofa, and a cigarette in one long, slender hand.

The smoke was on, a faint glow in the dark.