Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan smiled: "So, what does this have to do with you?"

"Don't worry about what it has to do with me! In short, I will not let your husband be confused by a woman like you. I don't know what you use, but sooner or later, your husband will see your true face!"

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes and chuckled.

It's really ridiculous that someone who doesn't know knows her true face.

Su Xiangwan put down the script in his hand and sat up: "Ma Rong, won't you introduce me to it?"

Ma Rong immediately stepped forward and pulled the woman back: "You go down first."

"Mother Rong!" She stamped her feet with a feminine temperament.

"Hurry up, go down first."

The woman snorted coldly, gave Su Xiangwan a vicious look, and stepped on a pair of high heels and turned and went downstairs angrily.

Su Xiangwan poured himself a cup of fruit tea in a hurry, enjoying the rare comfort.

"Madam, her name is Han Jiaqing, and her identity... logically speaking, she is a servant."

Su Xiangwan raised his eyebrows slightly.

maid?

She really didn't expect this.

"But her identity may be a little special." Madam Rong said again from the side.

"Her parents are also servants of the Mu family. They once served the old man, but after an accident, the two sacrificed to save the old man."

Hearing this, Su Xiangwan understood.

The loyal servant died, leaving only a young girl.

Father Mu naturally felt ashamed.

But after all, he is too old to take a young girl with him.

So considering that the girl and Mu Beiting and Mu Chenzhou are not much different in age, she was put together with her brothers.

Naturally, from then on, it is indispensable to be spoiled and spoiled.

After all, the most indispensable thing for the Mu family is money, and will never treat the benefactor's benefactor harshly.

Seeing Su Xiangwan's silence, Ma Rong couldn't help but say again: "Jia Qing has both parents dead since childhood and no one to teach him, so she is a bit arrogant and self-willed, but she is not bad-hearted, so don't care about her, madam."

Su Xiangwan smiled at her slightly, noncommittal: "I know."

Seeing this, Rong Ma didn't say any more, turned around and walked back.

Su Xiangwan didn't take this matter to heart, and continued to look at the script in his hand.

During the period, Han Che sent her a message, but she did not reply.

In the afternoon, Su Xiangwanwo slept dazedly on the sofa.

The script in his hand slipped from the nice little hand and fell on the carpet next to the sofa, ajar.

It's rare to take a nap, and she is in a good mood under the warm sunshine.

But unfortunately, some people like to come to her to brush up on the sense of existence.

Han Jiaqing changed her clothes, a pink split skirt, and wore an exquisite pearl necklace.

And behind her were four maids.

A group of people appeared on the second floor, coming towards Su Xiangwan.

Looking at the woman resting on the sofa from a distance, a flash of jealousy flashed in Han Jiaqing's eyes.

This woman is so beautiful.

Just lying there casually, but beautiful like a painting, people can't bear to disturb.

Stepping heavily on a pair of small heels measuring a few centimeters, making a clattering sound, Han Jiaqing walked to the sofa opposite Su Xiangwan and took a seat.

The four maids are like the Four King Kong, standing all behind her.

In a daze, Su Xiangwan vaguely felt as if someone was on the opposite sofa, his eyelids lifted and did not open.

Turned over, turned his back to the outside, and continued to sleep.

I was tossed late last night and got up early in the morning. My aunt is still reluctant to leave, she is really sleepy to death.

Seeing that she was still, Han Jiaqing was very angry, raised his hand and picked up the cup on the coffee table, then put it down with a ‘bang’.

The cup hit the marble countertop, making a harsh crash.

Su Xiangwan frowned, but still didn't move.

Han Jiaqing's expression was a bit ugly, grabbing a pillow beside her, and smashing it heavily.