Drifting Towards You

Ma Rong hurriedly stepped forward and looked at Mu Beiting and said: "Master, treat the girl more gently, your wife's mouth is all yours... hey? Master, why is your mouth bleeding too."

Looking at Mu Beiting's thin lips, Ma Rong was stunned again.

The blood stain on his lips was darker than Su Xiangwan's, and it almost condensed into a blood scab.

Su Xiangwan looked at Mu Beiting in embarrassment, his small face flushed, and he hadn't slowed down.

Mu Beiting glanced at her lightly and said to Rong Ma: "It's okay, she prefers heavy flavors."

"Mu Beiting!"

Seeing a pair of eyes falling on him, Su Xiangwan stomped his feet with a clear look.

Mu Beiting looked at her like that, with a slight smile in his eyes.

Su Xiangwan snorted, turned and ran upstairs, forgetting the purpose of finding Rong's mother just now.

Back in the bedroom, Su Xiangwan let out a sigh of relief, wiped his mouth in front of the mirror, and the blood on it disappeared.

Turning around and leaning on the sink, he couldn't help but think of the scene just now.

His cheeks are hot again.

Mu Beiting...do you like her?

Thinking of this possibility, she couldn't help being a little lost.

But a few seconds later, she lowered her eyes lightly.

Whatever you like.

Most men love the new and dislike the old, and their appearance will one day get old.

Love is only temporary, and it will change sooner or later.

Thinking of the tragic death in his previous life, Su Xiangwan's heart cooled down a little bit.

Turned around and poured a handful of cold water, cool and thorough.

...

After half an hour, Su Xiangwan first looked at Mu Beiting's whereabouts, and then went downstairs again.

"Madam... what do you need, just call us?" Madam Rong said softly, seeming to like her very much.

"Uh... I'm looking for something..."

Su Xiangwan walked into the kitchen and made a circle.

The Mu's kitchen is very large, about a hundred square meters in total.

Clear zoning and adequate reserves.

Wearing a pair of big-faced cat slippers, Su Xiangwan walked on the bright floor tiles, but he kept looking back and forth on the console.

"Madam...what are you looking for?" Madam Rong couldn't help but speak again.

Su Xiangwan stopped and lowered his voice: "Ma Rong, do you have a knife?"

"Knife? What kind of knife?"

"Um... it's so long... so wide."

Su Xiangwan stretched out his white fingers and made a serious gesture.

Ma Rong nodded, then asked, "Chopper?"

"Uh... and... also."

Su Xiangwan hesitated and nodded.

"Wait."

Immediately, Ma Rong opened a cabinet, and a whole row of shiny kitchen knives came into view.

Su Xiangwan swallowed his saliva and stepped forward slowly.

Rich people...really different...

Even a kitchen knife, you have to prepare dozens of them.

Su Xiangwan picked left and right, finally weighed the weight, nodded and said, "That's it."

After Madam Rong nodded, she stepped forward and locked the cabinet: "Madam, what do you want a kitchen knife for?"

When the words fell, Madam Rong didn't wait for a long time to answer.

When I turned around, there was only a row of chefs on standby in the huge kitchen, where there was Su Xiangwan.

"Where is the wife?"

"The wife just left."

Madam Rong couldn't help muttering: "This kid... doesn't know what to do with a kitchen knife, so don't hurt his hand anymore."

After getting the handy tools, Su Xiangwan felt much more at ease.

After returning to the bedroom quietly, he carefully locked the door.

Then he went to bed with a kitchen knife, leaned against the bedside and flipped through the script for a while, and gradually became a little sleepy.