Chapter 320 How Old Are You?

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes and said softly, "Mu Beiting."

"kindness."

"how old are you?"

He pursed his lips, remained silent, and slowly raised his head.

She turned to look at him.

He frowned and covered her eyes with his hand: "Don't look."

She grabbed his wrist and took it off.

Su Xiangwan felt a little distressed, his eyes were covered with two patches of black and blue.

His eyes were bloodshot, his stubble was slightly blue, and he looked haggard.

He looked at her with a hoarse voice and said softly, "Don't go."

Su Xiangwan looked at him silently.

Seeing her silence for a long time, he turned his head to avoid her sight, and looked out the window with scarlet eyes.

With one hand in his trouser pocket, he kept tightening it.

Like a stubborn child, innocent and wronged, it is especially distressing.

Su Xiangwan sighed softly: "I don't want to leave, the crew has been too busy recently, so they moved to the hotel."

He turned his head and looked at her.

With dark eyes, he looked at her with disbelief.

Su Xiangwan had a headache, and said softly, "I only brought a small box here, and there are still so many things at home, who told you I'm leaving."

Mu Beiting pursed his thin lips lightly, and slowly let go of his hands in his trouser pockets.

He stretched out his arms to hug her, rubbed his head against her neck, and said in a low voice, "Really?"

"Really, I'll go back when I'm done with this time."

He was silent for a long time, hugged her even tighter, and said in a low voice, "You can't let me go."

"I don't want them."

"I just want you."

He muffled his mouth.

Su Xiangwan's eyes were sour and his eye circles were reddish. He couldn't help but reach out to cup his cheeks and squeeze them from both sides to the middle.

Mu Beiting frowned, trying to escape, but hesitated for a moment.

She couldn't help but say, "Stupid?"

He pursed his lips and remained silent, looking at her with indescribable grievances in his dark eyes.

"Did you slam the door and leave?" Su Xiangwan asked him.

He is silent.

"Is it because you don't come home for a week?" she asked again.

He remained silent.

"Is it because you're out and about with other women?" she continued.

He remained silent.

"Why are you wronged?"

He lowered his eyes slightly, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

He took her hand away, took her into his arms again, and said in a muffled voice, "You scolded me."

"Well, don't you scold me?" Su Xiangwan looked up at him.

He didn't make a sound, and his obedience made people feel distressed.

Su Xiangwan thought for a while, then asked again: "Did you come to the set yesterday?"

"kindness."

Su Xiangwan remained silent, the figure was indeed him.

Wan sighed softly, and she stretched out her arms to hug him back: "Mu Beiting, how old are you?"

"Three years old." He said in a muffled voice.

She laughed softly: "You said yourself that you are not naive."

He doesn't speak.

"Did you enjoy the nightclub?"

He was silent.

"Also learned to hug left and right, are you very good?"

He frowned, still silent.

"Other women, how about..."

She was about to say more, but he suddenly lifted her chin, lowered his head and kissed her hard.

"Stop talking." He said in a muffled voice.

Su Xiangwan reached out and pinched his lower back.

Lean and powerful.

Nothing pinches up.

He snorted and didn't let go, but bit her lips in retaliation.

The tip of his tongue traced the outline of her teeth, and he bit her lips, which was soft and lustful.

Rudely, he penetrated into her mouth, entangled with her tongue, and sucked the kiss fiercely, venting his dissatisfaction in his heart.

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes slowly, did not push him away, and tried to respond.

But his kiss was so violent that she couldn't stand it at all, and it became more and more difficult to breathe.