Drifting Towards You

At this moment, Su Xiangwan had only scoured the rice, and planned to ask Mu Beiting whether he would like to eat softer rice or harder rice.

Only when he opened the bedroom door, he saw a man of nearly 1.9 meters, wearing a navy blue house suit, hugging a pillow, curled up on her sofa.

Originally the sofa was not too small, but when he lay down like this, it was a bit...

"you……"

Su Xiangwan's eyes twitched. Although he was still handsome, his behavior seemed to be a bit inconsistent with his image.

Mu Beiting was a little embarrassed, and quickly sat up, coughing lightly.

"I will measure the length of the sofa." Mu Beiting said solemnly.

Su Xiangwan nodded slowly: "Is it measured?"

"One meter and seven."

Su Xiangwan raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that he actually tested it out.

But what does he test the sofa?

Could there be any quirks?

Seeing her look at herself again with an ‘unfriendly’ look, Mu Beiting’s face looked a little ugly: "Should I see and review..."

Gotta... threaten her with a review if you don't agree.

Su Xiangwan quickly turned around and returned to the kitchen when he didn't see it or heard it.

But he didn't take a few steps before remembering the purpose of looking for him.

After turning around in the same place, he came back and said, "Um... Do you like the rice to be softer or harder."

"Neither soft nor hard."

Su Xiangwan was startled slightly, and then nodded vigorously.

Very good, really a very high-level answer.

After Su Xiangwan turned and left, Mu Beiting let out a sigh, scratching his hair somewhat annoyed.

Let him lose the coldness and deepness of smoothing, but more boyish.

...

After Su Xiangwan returned to the kitchen, he prepared a meal happily.

She was not afraid of him, and threatened her with a review.

Paper tiger.

She is afraid of him being a wool.

But then again, what is he doing measuring the sofa?

Could it be that conscience found out that she was going to change her sofa?

Mu Beiting calmed down a bit, and called Shang Wen to ask him to bring some tools over, ready to pick up hot water for her kitchen for a while.

After hanging up, he couldn't help but walk to the kitchen door.

Leaning against the door, embracing her arms, watching her busy in the kitchen.

Su Xiangwan glanced at him quietly, wondering what he was going to do.

But I have to admit that he was there, and it was quite pleasing to the eye.

The narrow and cold eyes, the sculptural face, and the thin lips, are enough to make any woman go crazy.

Su Xiangwan sighed softly.

It's really...good-looking.

It's no wonder that Zhao Xinning in her previous life would rather guard the nameless marriage for ten years, not to mention the huge and terrifying background of the Mu family, just to say this face, let her look at it for ten years, it is probably also happy.

While cutting vegetables, Su Xiangwan couldn't help thinking, if one day the Mu's family goes bankrupt, he might be able to live very well by selling his face.

"Well……!"

Su Xiangwan, who hadn't used a kitchen knife for a long time, didn't know if it was to punish her for her delusion. He didn't master the knife and cut to the index finger.

She subconsciously threw the kitchen knife away, and her painful face changed a little as she watched the blood dripping from her fingertips.

What a bad luck!

Sure enough, beauty is harmful!

What are you doing if you don't have such a good look, who are you going to harm?

She unceremoniously returned all the sins to Mu Beiting's face, but she hadn't recovered yet, and a figure beside her moved faster than her.

The moment she heard her exclaiming, Mu Beiting quickly stepped forward, clutching her index finger tightly with his big hand, even more nervous than her.