Chapter 239 You Speak for Him
Mu Beiting turned the phone with his big hand and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Su Xiangwan waited for a while, and the filming was about to start again, but Mu Beiting still had no intention of leaving.
He quickly sent him three question marks.
Before waiting for a reply, the director had already called for preparations.
This time, Su Xiangwan took several deep breaths, trying to ignore someone's penetrating gaze.
At first, everything went well.
But it didn't take long, it was time to borrow a seat for the kiss scene.
Su Xiangwan raised his eyes slightly, and saw a man slowly roll down the car window, revealing half of his cold and handsome side face.
A pair of deep pupils, dangerous and intriguing.
Su Xiangwan's heart tightened, and she subconsciously moved a little further away from Han Che.
It's like a light on your back.
"Xiang Wan... Is he in a bad mood today?" The director frowned and asked anxiously.
Su Xiangwan breathed out lightly: "I'll rest for a while and find out how I feel."
She didn't say much, turned around and walked towards the rest area, and looked up again, his car window had been rolled up again.
Su Xiangwan lowered his head and lowered his eyes slightly, but did not speak.
A few seconds later, he replied the message.
Not long after, WeChat rang.
What am I going to do with you: [Come here. 】
Only two simple words, plus a punctuation.
But she could almost imagine the way he couldn't refuse when he spoke.
After struggling for a while, Su Xiangwan finally walked around to the other side of the car and got in while everyone was not paying attention.
After getting in the car, his eyes kept falling on her.
Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes and remained silent, obviously a little annoyed.
But in the next second, the sound of the middle fender falling in the car sounded.
Before she could recover, her chin was forcefully lifted.
He turned sideways, and his thin lips pressed hard against hers.
He propped himself on the seat with one hand and leaned over slightly. Su Xiangwan wanted to hide, but instead he was trapped between his body and the seat, and there was nowhere to hide.
A clear breath rushed towards her face, and his soft tongue gently hooked her lips.
"Hmm... lipstick..."
Su Xiangwan grabbed the collar of his shirt with one hand and whispered.
But he didn't care about it, and chased after her, pried open her white teeth with the tip of his tongue, rolled out her little tongue a little, held it in his mouth, and repeatedly tore her.
The juice between her lips and teeth fused together, and she made the sound of tsk tsk, making her originally cold face turn red inch by inch.
The man's big hand couldn't restrain himself, he fell on her waist along the curve outlined by the cheongsam, kneading it vigorously.
Su Xiangwan trembled slightly, but all the sounds he made were swallowed by him.
Mu Beiting let go of her panting, and kissed her delicately from the corner of her mouth to her chin.
In the end, he couldn't help but reached out and unbuttoned her cheongsam, kissed her neck, the corner of her lips brushed against the edge of the collar, and landed on the delicate collarbone.
His kiss lingered back to her ears, and she said dissatisfiedly: "He touched your waist."
Su Xiangwan's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his breathing became a little heavy. He panted and explained, "No...he just rested on my waist...he has always been a gentleman."
Mu Beiting's eyes darkened, and he said dissatisfiedly, "You speak for him."
"I didn't... um... don't!"
His big hand slid along the slit of the cheongsam to her inner thigh.
Su Xiangwan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red.
At this moment, she could vaguely hear the director calling someone outside.
"Where's Su Xiangwan? Has anyone seen her?"
"Give her a call and ask her to come back and make up for the shoot..."