Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan chuckled, and turned back to the bedroom without paying attention.

A few minutes later, she moved all her few things out of the bedroom, and even took the Kumamoto bear with her.

You are not allowed to enter Mu Beiting's bedroom casually, right?

OK!

Begging her, she doesn't want to go yet.

Re-select a room with the best light, move things in, and tidy up without any haste.

More than half an hour later, Su Xiangwan nestled on the small sofa, bowed his head and began to paint his nails seriously.

The selected tomato red color is a bit orange and red, which looks pretty.

It took twenty minutes, ten lush white fingers, neatly painted.

Su Xiangwan nodded in satisfaction.

nice.

It seems to be more suitable for the role of Haitang.

Tighten the nail polish and look at his ten toes exposed outside the slippers.

Why don't you go get a toenails tomorrow, the ones that can last for a month or two.

Don't worry about the hands, after all, not every character can paint nails as he pleases.

After the nail polish dried, Su Xiangwan turned out a long pink sweater and put it on.

No way, she is just such a long suit.

Now being torn apart, how to wear this.

After the change, he looked in the mirror.

The neck is okay, my hair is covered, I can hardly see anything,

But there were a few pink marks on her thighs, but she couldn't hide them, and she couldn't help it.

At five o'clock in the evening, Su Xiangwan was a little hungry.

Put your hands in your pockets and go downstairs in slippers.

I wanted to find Rong's mother, but didn't find anyone, so I went to the kitchen by myself.

The head chef immediately stopped his movements and respectfully said: "Mrs...."

Su Xiangwan smiled slightly and said, "What are you eating tonight?"

"This is the menu for tonight. Please have a look at it, please. Besides, please give me your orders if you have anything you want to eat."

"Can you make a pickled fish?"

Su Xiangwan Wensheng spoke, greedy worms in his stomach.

The head chef nodded and said, "Of course."

Su Xiangwan thought for a while: "Um... I still want to eat spicy crayfish."

"Okay, we..."

"Master doesn't like eating that kind of junk food!"

Before the chef's words were finished, a female voice interrupted the chef's words.

Su Xiangwan turned his head to look, and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

This Han Jiaqing is really lingering.

Han Jiaqing stepped on a pair of high heels, grabbed the book from the chef's hand, glanced at it and said, "Master doesn't eat such dirty things, and doesn't like to eat sauerkraut fish!"

The head chef was a little embarrassed for a while, watching this scene not knowing how to speak.

Su Xiangwan said indifferently, "What does Mu Beiting like to eat and what I want to eat, doesn't it seem to have a relationship?"

Han Jiaqing's voice became sharp: "How can it not happen! You eat and live are all your husband's, naturally everything should be considered from the husband's perspective!"

Su Xiangwan felt speechless for a while.

It is rare that she had a day off today and she has a good appetite.

Unexpectedly, there is such a horrible sight.

Han Jiaqing glanced at her and said like a show: "Being a Saint-Jacques scallop, the young master has praised the scallops here for the most tender meat, and I definitely like to eat it."

"Make another masai fish soup, the young master always drinks a small bowl of soup after meals, which is most comfortable..."

"There is also this matsutake and foie gras. Let's have one too. Master shouldn't eat it for a long time.

Han Jiaqing said a lot of French dishes.

Although I don't know if Mu Beiting likes it, Su Xiangwan lost his appetite when he heard it.

She would really only want to eat pickled fish and spicy crayfish. She would like to eat something with a stronger taste. She is not interested in French food.