Drifting Towards You

She looked straight at Su Xiangwan, and Su Xiangwan curled her lips and smiled, her black eyes with cold glow, like two poisonous snakes.

Han Jiaqing's heart shuddered, and her breathing was a bit choked.

Not a word could be said.

Su Xiangwan got up slowly, took the script, and walked past her without any haste, lazily like an arrogant cat.

Han Jiaqing recovered, and immediately reached out and grabbed her shoulder.

"stop!"

Su Xiangwan frowned and avoided subconsciously.

Han Jiaqing grabbed a hole, didn't catch her shoulder, but grabbed the skirt of her left chest.

Just listen to the sound of ‘tear and pull’.

The tightly-fitted long-sleeved home furnishing suit snapped three buttons in an instant.

The button snapped to the floor, bounced twice, then rolled to a corner, and gradually calmed down.

The air became quiet in an instant.

The clothes slipped off, and the attractive fragrant shoulders were exposed in the air with large expanses of snow-white skin, and the deep and shallow hickeys on them were particularly dazzling.

Han Jiaqing froze in place, looking at the hickey on her body in disbelief, her eyes turned red a little bit.

Su Xiangwan frowned and arranged the clothes on his shoulders.

But even so, from the slender jade neck to the position of the chest, there are still patches of pink imprints.

"This is...this is..."

Han Jiaqing stared at the marks on her body, madly jealous.

This shameless bitch!

How dare you seduce Mu Shao like this!

Han Jiaqing's chest was violently ups and downs, her face was as exciting as a palette.

She couldn't think of how such a cold-hearted man, the young master, would leave so many marks on her body!

Su Xiangwan looked at her and said faintly: "Just laughed, you know that Mu Beiting...never knows about moderation."

Han Jiaqing's face was even more ugly, with blue and purple interlaced.

But he still insisted: "Of course I know! What I don't know! The young master is willing to spoil you, but I am afraid that I will be tired, so I want to be fresh! What are you showing off!"

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes slightly and smiled slowly: "Really? In this case, it seems that I have to persuade him not to like the new and dislike the old."

"You don't need to talk too much, my position in the heart of the young master doesn't need you to talk nonsense!"

Han Jiaqing's voice just fell, and there was a sound of footsteps.

Ma Rong hurried up and saw the scene of a stalemate with a few people, her face looked a little ugly.

She is getting older, and her body can't bear it.

So I slept for a while in the afternoon.

But she didn't expect that, and only slept for a while, Jia Qing, the child and his wife got involved.

"You guys, what's going on! Isn't it too conniving to you so much that you can't distinguish your identities!"

Madam Rong first spoke to the maids in a cold voice, with more majesty than usual.

Several maids bowed their heads one after another, not daring to make a noise.

Han Jiaqing came back to her senses, resisted the jealousy in her heart, and said to Madam Rong, "Mother Rong, I am not afraid that my wife will be bored, so I brought them to chat with my wife, so as not to have any problems with my wife here."

Ma Rong frowned and looked at Su Xiangwan.

Han Jiaqing immediately offered a smiling face and said, "Is it, ma'am?"

Su Xiangwan's lips curled up, and a deep meaning flashed in his eyes: "Yes...I am very happy to have Miss Han with me."

Seeing that Su Xiangwan didn't say anything, Ma Rong's expression eased a bit.

"Jiaqing, it's rare for your wife to rest, so don't bother her all the time."

"I know... Doesn't this happen to coincide with my wife?"

After a few nagging words, Rong Ma took Han Jiaqing and several servants to retreat.

Just before leaving, Han Jiaqing turned her head and gave Su Xiangwan a vicious look.

Don't be proud, Su Xiangwan!

Shao Mu is mine!

The hostess of Mu's family is me!