Half an hour later, Mu Beiting picked her up on time.
As soon as Su Xiangwan got on the bus, she stepped on the back seat and staggered toward her every year
"No, it's mom." Su Xiangwan hugged her son and spoke in a warm voice.
"Ah..."
"It's mom, not babbling."
"Ah..."
“……”
Looking at the puppet, Mu Beiting snorted.
When he was not there, he would pester him to hold him. As soon as he came back, his father would probably become a passer-by.
Every year, little hands are placed on Su Xiangwan's chest. Although it is separated from the cloth, the position is just right.
In addition, when she was young, she always liked to grab something. She grabbed the cloth on Su Xiangwan's lapel and was very happy.
Because today's skirt is not afraid of catching wrinkles, Su Xiangwan doesn't care.
When she turned her head, she saw the man with a black face. She couldn't help laughing, but ignored him.
Anyway, his jealousy was not a day or two. She was used to it.
It's about 40 minutes' drive and stops at a place called Sifang club.
The appearance of the clubhouse is an ancient Chinese style building with a vermilion lacquered mahogany gate and two stone lions on both sides. It looks like a big family in ancient times.
The location of the gate is relatively secret, in front of the door is a winding path leading to secluded.
There are more than ten parking spaces on both sides of the door, which can be regarded as a small number. It can be seen that the number of people received every day is limited.
After getting off the bus, Su Xiangwan followed Mu Beiting into the club.
Every year he hung it on her like a sticky bean bag. Mu Beiting was afraid that she would work hard to take it over. However, the little devil refused to let go, so he had to give up.
It was not until he entered the club that Su found that there was a hole in the club.
Different from the appearance of Chinese architecture, the clubhouse can be said to be particularly luxurious and high-end. The 5-6-meter-high frame is majestic, all kinds of black-and-white statues can be seen everywhere. Crystal lamps and marble refract colorful light and shadow, and everywhere is covered with brilliant light.
"I didn't expect that there was such a place in Haicheng. It's really special." Su Xiangwan couldn't help sighing.
You know, two generations of people, she really did not hear.
"I like to come back and get you two cards. It's a good massage here." Mu Beiting spoke with warm voice.
Su Xiangwan took one of his arms and looked at him sideways: "good massage?"
"Yes." He said faintly.
"Did you press it?" She asked again.
He squinted at her and said nothing.
Su Xiangwan snorted twice: "did the man press it for you or did the woman press it for you? Is it comfortable? Enjoy it or not
Su Xiangwan asked in this way, every year in his arms seemed afraid that the world would not be in disorder.
Solemnly looking at Mu Beiting, he babbled and babbled: "Yaya, Yaya, Yaya..."
Seeing that the mother and son were in a camp in a flash, Mu Beiting's eyes twitched, and his big hand put his arms around Su Xiangwan's slender waist, and said in a low voice, "it's still on you that you enjoy the most."
Listening to parents whispering, staring at the eyes of black grapes every year, looking at Mu Beiting blankly, listening carefully.
Su Xiangwan's small face instantly rose red a few minutes, glared at him and said: "the child is still there, don't make a fool of yourself."
Mu Beiting kisses her small face: "tell the truth."
Su snorted to the evening and ignored him.
Looking back, he looked up and saw Li mubai leaning lazily against the wall with his cigarette in his mouth and his head tilted. His sight was falling on their side.