Chapter 156 She and Her Four King Kong

Su Xiangwan smiled slightly: "So, what does this have to do with you?"

"Don't worry about what it has to do with me! In short, I won't let my husband be confused by a woman like you. I don't know what method you used, but sooner or later, my husband will see your true face!"

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes and smiled slightly.

It's ridiculous for someone who doesn't know her to claim to know her true face.

Su Xiangwan put down the script in his hand and sat up: "Mother Rong, why don't you introduce it for me?"

Rong's mother immediately stepped forward and pulled the woman back: "You go down first."

"Mother Rong!" The woman stomped her feet angrily.

"Hurry up, go down first."

The woman snorted coldly, gave Su Xiangwan a vicious look, stepped on a pair of high heels, turned and went downstairs angrily.

Su Xiangwan poured himself a cup of fruit tea without rushing, enjoying the rare comfort.

"Ma'am, her name is Han Jiaqing, and her status... is supposed to be a servant."

Su Xiangwan raised his eyebrows slightly.

maid?

She really didn't expect this.

"But her identity may be a little special." Rong Ma said again from the side.

"Her parents are also servants of the Mu family. They used to serve the old man, but after an accident, they sacrificed to save the old man."

Hearing this, Su Xiangwan understood.

The loyal servant died, leaving only a young girl.

Mr. Mu was naturally ashamed.

But after all, he was too old to bring a young girl with him.

So considering that the girl was not much different in age from Mu Beiting and Mu Chenzhou, she was put together with the brothers.

Naturally, from now on, fine clothing and fine food are indispensable, pampered and spoiled.

After all, what the Mu family needs most is money, and they will never treat the benefactor's benefactor harshly.

Seeing that Su Xiangwan remained silent, Rong's mother couldn't help but said again: "Jiaqing's parents have both died since she was a child, and no one taught her, so she is a bit arrogant and self-willed, but she has a good heart, Madam, don't worry about her."

Su Xiangwan smiled at her, noncommittal: "I see."

Seeing this, Rong's mother didn't say any more, she turned around and retreated.

Su Xiangwan didn't take this matter to heart, and continued to flip through the script in his hand.

During the period, Han Che sent her a message, but she didn't reply.

*

In the afternoon, Su Xiangwan nestled on the sofa and fell asleep in a daze.

The script in his hand slipped from his pretty little hands and fell on the carpet next to the sofa, half-opened.

Taking a rare nap, basking in the warm sunshine, she was in an indescribably good mood.

However, some people like to come to her to show their presence.

Han Jiaqing changed into a pink dress with a delicate pearl necklace.

And behind her, there were four maids following.

A group of people appeared on the second floor and came towards Su Xiangwan.

Glancing at the woman taking a nap on the sofa from a distance, Han Jiaqing's eyes flashed with jealousy.

This woman is so beautiful.

Just lying there casually like that, but it is so beautiful that it looks like a painting, which makes people can't bear to disturb it.

Stepping heavily on a pair of stiletto heels a few centimeters high, making a clicking sound, Han Jiaqing walked to the sofa opposite Su Xiangwan and sat down.

The four maids stood behind her like the Four King Kong.

In a daze, Su Xiangwan vaguely felt as if someone was on the sofa opposite, his eyelids were lifted but not opened.

He turned over, turned his back to the outside, and continued to sleep.

I was tossed late last night, and got up early in the morning. My aunt is still reluctant to let go, she is really sleepy to death.

Seeing that she was not moving, Han Jiaqing was very angry. She raised her hand and picked up the cup on the coffee table heavily, then put it down with a 'bang'.

The cup hit the marble countertop, making a harsh crashing sound.

Su Xiangwan frowned, but still didn't move.

Han Jiaqing's face was a little ugly, she grabbed a pillow at hand, and smashed it heavily.