Chapter 494: Fool

Hold!

Mu Beiting cursed secretly, his face turning green.

Su Xiangwan glanced at him lightly, then turned back to his room with his water glass in hand.

The bedroom door was shut tightly again.

Mu Beiting was so angry that he threw the newspaper in his hand on the coffee table and clasped his hands in front of his forehead, feeling a little irritable.

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After Su Xiangwan returned to the bedroom, he began to read the script.

Thinking of the scene on the sofa just now, the corners of her lips curved slightly.

He said softly in his heart: idiot.

Mu Beiting sat on the sofa for a while, then got up and walked to the bathroom.

He walked slowly and deliberately walked past her door.

When passing by, the pace paused slightly.

Ears pricked up, trying to hear her movement.

But she was so quiet, if it wasn't for the faint halo projected from the crack of the door, he would almost think she wasn't there at all.

Mu Beiting's eyes darkened a little, and he continued to walk towards the bathroom.

But after walking a few steps, he couldn't help but turned back again.

His deep gaze fell on the tightly closed door, and his big hand fell on the doorknob involuntarily.

After a few seconds of stagnation, he still didn't push the door and enter.

He let go of his hands, leaned his back against the door panel, embraced his arms, and remained silent.

She was very quiet and he couldn't hear anything outside.

But even so, it seems that as long as he can get closer to her.

It will make him feel at ease.

He didn't know how long he stood there until the door was suddenly opened from the inside.

The moment Su Xiangwan opened the door, his back was empty and he was a little unsteady.

After standing still, he subconsciously turned around.

The four eyes meet, her eyes are gentle, his eyes are dark.

No one spoke first.

Su Xiangwan didn't expect him to be here, and after a few seconds, he said calmly, "What are you doing?"

Mu Beiting looked away uncomfortably, he didn't expect to be caught for eavesdropping.

Clearing his throat, he pretended to be indifferent and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

I was going to the bathroom and happened to pass by your door.

After that, he walked towards the bathroom.

Su Xiangwan leaned against the door and looked at him without saying a word.

Mu Beiting washed his face with cold water in the bathroom, trying to wake up.

When he came out again, seeing her holding her arms in her arms, still in place, he was slightly absent-minded.

His expression remained the same, pretending not to see her, he walked to the sofa and sat down.

Su Xiangwan glanced at him, and closed the bedroom door again, this time locking it.

Mu Beiting's face immediately darkened.

Turn on the home theater, find a sci-fi war movie, and turn the volume to the maximum.

Su Xiangwan read the script in the room for a while, but felt that it was too noisy outside.

This man went out for a few days, his ears were deaf, and his voice was so loud in the middle of the night!

Throwing the script aside, it was already nine o'clock at night.

Su Xiangwan simply turned off the lights and prepared to go to bed.

However, the movement outside still didn't stop, but with the climax of the movie, the sound became louder.

Su Xiangwan turned over and covered his head with the quilt irritably.

Pregnant women are not good.

The things in her stomach hadn't made any fuss yet, but Mu Beiting started to make a fuss first.

Seeing that there was still no movement in the bedroom, Mu Beiting asked someone to move a treadmill out of the gym.

Just put it next to the sofa, on the side closest to the bedroom door.

Ignore him.

He didn't believe she ignored him.

After a while, Su Xiangwan heard the vibrating sound of the floor. He frowned and listened for a while, and then heard the sound of the tracks turning, and then realized that it was the treadmill!

He grabbed a pillow and put it on his head.

Is this person sick?

Mu Beiting ran extremely hard on the machine.

The treadmill is ultra-quiet, but there will always be some movement in the dead of night.

Coupled with his efforts, the movement was not small.