Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting retracted his gaze, his gaze was slightly cold, and looked at Han Jiaqing: "When will it be your turn to interrupt here?"

Han Jiaqing was startled slightly, her face was a bit unbearable, especially in front of Su Xiangwan.

He lowered his head slightly and retreated behind Mu Beiting.

Mu Beiting retracted his gaze and looked at Su Xiangwan: "If you let you get up, you can get up. Why don't you listen to me when I speak?"

It sounded like she was talking about her, but anyone could hear the pampering and conniving in the words.

Han Jiaqing held her palms tightly with both hands, and both her nails were broken.

Su Xiangwan flattened his mouth and did not speak.

Mu Beiting was reluctant to talk about her anymore, turned his head to look at Han Jiaqing and said coldly: "If you can't recognize your identity, I don't mind letting you know what the rules are."

Han Jiaqing's eyes overflowed with tears, and she lowered her head and dared not make a sound.

Su Xiangwan also fell into the pit, and slowly sat back in his chair, picked up his chopsticks, and stabbed the rice in the bowl.

Hey, I still don’t want to eat it, and people who look at it offending don’t want to eat...

Mu Beiting retracted his gaze and frowned when he saw that she hadn't moved the chopsticks for a while: "Don't like it?"

"En." Su Xiang nodded late.

"What I want to eat, I let the kitchen do it."

Upon hearing this, Su Xiangwan's eyes lit up a bit: "Crayfish, pickled cabbage fish!"

But then, Su Xiangwan lowered his head again, and said discouragedly: "But some people are not allowed...that you don't like it..."

Mu Beiting frowned, his eyes darkened a bit.

Coldly said: "Remove and let the kitchen do it again."

Han Jiaqing's face turned blue and red, and she was a little anxious: "But master, this is my purpose..."

"Can't you hear your wife?" Mu Beiting's eyes were cold.

By this time, he couldn't tell where he had made it clear that someone was angry with his little woman during the day.

Han Jiaqing reddened her eyes, gave Su Xiangwan angrily, turned and went downstairs.

The two remaining maids stood aside, staring at each other and dared not say anything.

Su Xiangwan held his chin and looked at Han Jiaqing's embarrassed back, feeling a little better.

It's true that the wicked have their own wicked torment...

While waiting for the meal.

Su Xiangwan kept lowering his head and playing with his mobile phone, and Mu Beiting kept staring at her.

She didn't know when the tomato-red nails were dyed on her lush white fingers, and the weak and boneless hands made them look more beautiful.

He couldn't help but want to grab it in his hand and play with it.

Perceiving his gaze, Su Xiangwan looked up at him.

This man, staring at her for a long time, isn't it annoying...

At this moment, Han Jiaqing brought two servants with pickled cabbage fish and crayfish.

Han Jiaqing glanced at Su Xiangwan, resisting the jealousy in his heart, and stepped aside, for example, he was relieved a lot.

Mu Beiting first scooped up a bowl of soup for Su Xiangwan, and then he was himself.

Su Xiangwan was not polite, his eyes were shining.

Um... so cool...

Hot and sour, fresh and satisfying.

The fish is tender and smooth, without half a fish bone, so you can feast on it.

After drinking a small bowl of soup at first, Su Xiangwan's face blushed a bit, and he reached out to catch the red crayfish.

But before it was caught, a whole crayfish meat fell on her plate, and even the shrimp thread was removed.

She was slightly startled, and when she looked up, she saw a man wearing a white shirt and sitting stiff, with a little red oil stained on his slender fingers, holding another crayfish on his fingertips, and peeling it methodically.

Su Xiangwan looked at him a little lost and whispered, "I'll do it myself..."

"No, it will stain your nails." Mu Beiting refused.