Chapter 123 She Prefers Heavy Flavors

Rong's mother hurried forward, looked at Mu Beiting and said, "Master, you should treat girls more gently, your wife's mouth is covered by you... Eh? Master, your mouth is bleeding."

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

The blood on his lips was darker than Su Xiangwan's, almost congealed into a scab.

Su Xiangwan looked at Mu Beiting in embarrassment, his face flushed red, and he never recovered.

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

"Mu Beiting!"

Seeing pairs of eyes falling on him one after another, with a clear look, Su Xiangwan stomped his feet angrily.

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

Su Xiangwan snorted softly, turned around and ran upstairs, forgetting about the purpose of finding Mama Rong just now.

Back in the bedroom, Su Xiangwan breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his mouth in front of the mirror, and the blood on it fell off.

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

His cheeks became hotter again.

Mu Beiting... Did he fall in love with her?

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

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

So what if I like it.

Most men like the new and dislike the old, and their appearance will grow old one day.

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

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

Turning around and pouring a handful of cold water, the coolness pierced my heart.

...

Half an hour later, Su Xiangwan first checked Mu Beiting's whereabouts, and then went downstairs again.

"Ma'am... If you need anything, just call us?" Rong Ma said in a gentle voice, as if she liked her very much.

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

Su Xiangwan walked into the kitchen and walked around.

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

The division is clear and the reserves are sufficient.

Su Xiangwan was wearing a pair of big-faced cat slippers, and walked on the bright floor tiles, but his eyes kept looking back and forth on the operating table.

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

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

"Knife? What kind of knife?"

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

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

Rong Ma nodded and asked, "Chopper?"

"Um... also... also possible."

Su Xiangwan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Wait."

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

Su Xiangwan swallowed, and walked forward slowly.

Rich people...really different...

Even for a kitchen knife, dozens of them must be prepared.

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

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

The words fell, but Rong's mother didn't wait for a long time for an answer.

Looking back, there was only a row of chefs on standby in the huge kitchen, and Su Xiangwan was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's the wife?"

"The lady just left."

Rong's mother couldn't help muttering: "This child...don't know what to do with a kitchen knife, don't hurt your hand again."

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

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

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