Chapter 659 Like Song Ziming?

Su Xiangwan raised his head and cast a glance at her, then said to Mu Beiting, "I want to eat that okra..."

Mu Beiting was about to grab some for her, but Song Ziming picked up the plate first, and placed it in front of Su Xiangwan.

Su Xiangwan licked his lips lightly, without moving his chopsticks.

Because she already clearly felt that the breath of a man beside her was not right.

She believed that if she really dared to touch the dishes that Song Ziming handed over, Mu Beiting would be able to overturn the table.

Su Xiangwan bowed his head and ignored, and ate something else.

Mu Beiting looked directly at Song Ziming and sneered, his eyes were dark and cruel, with a glimmer of cruelty in them.

Song Ziming, on the other hand, was unmoved, and looked at him unhurriedly, but there was a gleam hidden in his warm eyes.

The two men looked at each other silently, as if two clusters of flames met in the air.

There was a fierce collision and a silent confrontation.

A few seconds later, Mu Beiting chuckled, turned his gaze away and patted Su Xiangwan's little head, and said softly, "Eat more if you like it, after all, it's rare for Mr. Song to treat you."

Su Xiangwan bit his chopsticks and stared blankly at him.

This man is transsexual.

He is usually such a small-minded person, how magnanimous this will be like a different person.

Mu Beiting reached out to take the chopsticks out of her hand, frowned and said, "Don't bite."

"Oh..." Su Xiangwan nodded, buried his head in his mouth and ate some more, seeing that he hadn't reacted with anger, he breathed a sigh of relief.

She was really afraid that he and Song Ziming would pinch each other.

Although the Mu family is not afraid of the Song family, the Song family should not be underestimated, not to mention that the old man Song was very kind to her in the previous life, and the hatred was only related to Song Ziming, so she didn't want the two families to become too rigid.

After Su Xiangwan put down the bowl and chopsticks, he felt his stomach rounded.

"It's so supportive..." Su Xiangwan said softly, like a well-fed cat, lazily.

"Come here." He whispered.

"Huh?" Su Xiangwan was stunned for a moment.

He pinched her chin with one hand, took out a tissue and wiped the corner of her mouth: "Eating is everywhere."

He wiped away a grain of rice on the corner of her mouth, and he slightly lowered his head to peck her lips twice more.

Su Xiangwan glared at him angrily: You are crazy!

Mu Beiting looked at her lazily: "What are you staring at? Why don't you feel ashamed at home!"

Su Xiangwan's ears turned red, and he stared at him speechlessly.

Song Ziming's hand hanging under the table tightened, and after a few seconds, he slowly let go.

He really underestimated the intimacy between the two.

Today, too many things exceeded his expectations.

Song Ziming got up suddenly, and said softly, "I'll go to pay the bill."

After the words fell, he left the private room first.

Su Xiangwan flattened his lips: "Is this because she and Mu Beiting were disgusted and left..."

Mu Beiting lazily leaned on the dining table, with a cigarette in his mouth, turned to Su Xiangwan and said, "Go get me a lighter."

"Isn't there one?" Su Xiangwan pointed to the lighter on the table and asked.

"It's broken." Mu Beiting said flatly.

"Okay." Su Xiangwan also turned and left.

Once the two left, only Mu Beiting and Li Qingqing were left in the room.

Being alone in the room with this man, Li Qingqing felt very nervous. Perhaps the shadow Mu Beiting left her was so heavy that she felt a little trembling.

"Young Master Mu..."

Mu Beiting reached for the lighter on the table and lit the cigarette.

With a lazy posture, the man's face was shrouded in faint smoke, and his vision became hazy.

He squinted at Li Qingqing, and said lightly, "You like Song Ziming?"

Li Qingqing was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he would ask such a question suddenly.

Here comes the seventh chapter~ Is there any more, good night. How are you all.