Chapter 208 Do You Have Anything to Say to Me?
There was clearly a bathroom in the bedroom, but Su Xiangwan ran to the living room.
Suddenly, his arms were empty, and Mu Beiting felt that his life was empty.
Looking at her slender figure, he pursed his thin lips lightly, and couldn't help lighting a cigarette, the veins on his forehead collapsed very tightly.
After Su Xiangwan ran into the bathroom, he quickly poured cold water on his face.
Is this a loss?
Even if he saw the script, it seemed that he couldn't do anything to her.
But now it was taken advantage of in vain...
Looking at his red and swollen lips in the mirror, his face, which had just faded a bit from the tide, was stained with a layer of blush again.
what to do.
She actually didn't seem like she hated his touch very much.
However, she is still afraid, afraid.
If she is doomed to lose after getting it, she really...would rather never have it.
His faint warmth still remained in her mouth, and her slightly bright eyes dimmed a bit.
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In the bedroom.
Mu Beiting smoked out a cigarette, and put it out in the ashtray without haste.
Without raising his head, his big hand pulled out the script directly from behind the sofa cushion, and the position was precise.
The script has already been closed, but the parts that have been filmed before have been folded by her, and the parts that have not been filmed are still relatively new.
After flipping through it casually, it landed on the indented page in the middle, which is tomorrow's scene.
Scanned the plot.
Mu Beiting narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of danger flashed in them.
A few seconds later, he threw the script on the coffee table, took out another cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it.
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When Su Xiangwan came back in a hurry, he saw him sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette.
He glanced at the time and said, "It's getting late, you should go back to sleep after you smoke."
Mu Beiting raised his eyes and glanced at her, his voice was a little hoarse: "Come here."
Su Xiangwan felt uneasy, and gently twisted the corner of his clothes with one small hand, worried that he was going to do something to her again.
Quietly raised his eyes to see his expression, his complexion was slightly dull, and his black eyes were deep.
It seems...as if there is no room for rejection.
Reluctantly, she rubbed against him a little bit.
Mu Beiting's eyes dimmed: "Sit down."
"oh……"
Su Xiangwan sat beside him slowly, her little face was still a little cold because she had been splashed with cold water just now.
"Do you have anything to say to me?" After taking a puff of cigarette, Mu Beiting gently brushed the ash into the ashtray with his fingertips, asking casually.
Su Xiangwan's body was light and light, like a small boat in a lake, floating erratically.
"No...no."
Su Xiangwan thought about it, worried that he might be referring to the script.
I glanced around from the corner of my eye, but I didn't see any trace of the script, so I felt a little more at ease.
Hearing this, Mu Beiting fell silent.
He didn't speak again, just smoking the cigarette in his hand one after another.
The faint scent of tobacco flooded into her nostrils, but she slowly calmed down.
Seeing that he was silent, she hugged a pillow and leaned lightly on the sofa.
Perhaps it was because she was very tired after a day, or because she felt at ease with him by her side.
After a while, she leaned on the sofa and fell asleep with her legs crossed.
Mu Beiting stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, and looked at her small face with gentle black eyes.
He picked her up by the waist and gently put her back on the big soft bed.
Then he whispered in her ear: "It's better not to be caught by me tomorrow."
Su Xiangwan frowned moaning, as if he felt that his stubble was a bit harsh, so he pushed his small hand on his handsome face, and turned over slightly.
There was a touch of pampering in his eyes, he kissed her little face lightly, covered her with the quilt, then gently closed the door, turned and went to the next door.