Chapter 319 You Can Do Anything You Want

Someone subconsciously glanced at her. Seeing that she had eight dishes again, she couldn't help but ask, "Wan Wan, why are you eight dishes again?"

With her voice, many people turned their heads to look at her.

Su Xiangwan didn't know what to say, so he could only remain silent.

Xiao Ai, who hadn't been around her for a long time, couldn't help but leaned over and said, "Miss Wan Wan, it seems that the investor added this meal to us. Do you know someone from the investor?"

There was no movement around, but both ears were listening.

"I don't know either." Su Xiangwan said perfunctorily.

Xiao Ai hit a soft nail, so it's not easy to ask further.

Except for this interlude, the full day of filming continued as usual.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the film crew called it a day.

Su Xiangwan wrapped up his coat and returned to the hotel.

Swipe the door card and push the door.

She froze for a moment and looked towards the sofa.

In the darkness, a figure can be vaguely seen on the sofa, and the smoke between the fingers emits sporadic light, which is particularly obvious in the darkness.

After turning on the light, she closed the door.

Taking off her coat and hanging it aside, she walked to the sofa, stopped, and stared at the man in front of her.

Mu Beiting lowered his eyes and didn't look at her. He was still smoking, his whole body was shrouded in shadow, and he looked a little depressed.

After thinking about it, she was going to pour him a glass of water.

But as soon as he moved, his hand was grabbed.

She turned her head to look at him, he was still smoking with his eyes downcast, but his other hand was tightly grasping her wrist, refusing to let go.

"I'll get you a glass of water." She said softly.

He didn't make a sound, but still held onto her tightly.

His fingers were very strong, and her wrists began to turn blue after a while.

Su Xiangwan sighed softly, "Have you eaten yet?"

He remained silent.

"I'll get you something to eat." She said softly.

He sat on the sofa, silently stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand, and held her wrist tightly with one hand.

He was finally willing to look up at her, his eyes were scarlet and heavily bloodshot.

He looked directly at her, and spoke slowly, with a low voice: "I haven't touched them."

She was silent and said nothing.

"I just want to see you angry for me." He continued to explain in a low voice, without any ups and downs in his voice.

"In the photo of the woman with my arms around her, I put my hands on the backrest, and she sat up by herself."

Regardless of whether she cared or not, he still wanted to explain it to her.

He wants to see her care about him.

But she didn't ask any questions.

He regretted it a little.

He couldn't help but want to go back to find her, but found that she had moved away.

Looking at the empty bedroom.

At that moment, his heart was flustered.

He suddenly thought, even if she doesn't care about him, as long as she is willing to stay by his side, that's fine.

Su Xiangwan sighed softly, feeling a slight pain in his heart.

In fact, he didn't need to explain so much.

She didn't ask because she knew that he would never do that.

She remained silent for a long time, and he was very depressed.

The next moment, he hugged her tightly from behind.

He pressed his face against her neck, wrapped his big hands around her waist, sniffed the faint fragrance of her body, and said nothing.

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes, and his stiff body gradually relaxed a little.

Mu Beiting remained silent, but hugged her even tighter.

The big hands tightly bound her waist, lowered his head and lightly rubbed the back of her snow-white neck, becoming more and more greedy, wishing to rub her into his body.

After an unknown amount of time, he whispered her name: "Wanwan."

"Huh?" She responded lightly.

He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse: "You can do whatever you want, but you are not allowed to leave."