Chapter 163 Will Stain Your Nails

Mu Beiting withdrew his gaze, his eyes were slightly cold, and looked at Han Jiaqing: "When will it be your turn to intervene here?"

Han Jiaqing was slightly taken aback, feeling a little embarrassed, especially in front of Su Xiangwan.

With his head lowered slightly, he retreated behind Mu Beiting.

Mu Beiting withdrew his gaze and looked at Su Xiangwan: "Get up when I tell you to, why don't you hear me when I speak?"

It sounded like she was talking about her, but anyone could hear the pampering and indulgence in the words.

Han Jiaqing clenched her palms tightly with both hands, and broke two of her nails.

Su Xiangwan pursed his lips and did not speak.

Mu Beiting was reluctant to talk about her anymore, turned his head to look at Han Jiaqing and said coldly: "If you can't recognize your identity, I don't mind letting you know what the rules are."

Tears welled up in Han Jiaqing's eyes, she lowered her head and dared not make a sound.

Su Xiangwan didn't make trouble, and slowly sat back in his chair, picked up the chopsticks and poked the rice in the bowl.

Hey, I still don’t want to eat it, even more so for those who look disgusted...

Mu Beiting looked away and saw that she hadn't moved his chopsticks for a long time, so he frowned: "Don't you like it?"

"En." Su Xiangwan nodded.

"Whatever you want to eat, I'll let the kitchen do it."

Hearing this, Su Xiangwan's eyes lit up a little: "Crayfish, pickled fish!"

But immediately, Su Xiangwan lowered his head again, and said discouragedly: "But someone forbids it... Said it was because you didn't like it..."

Mu Beiting frowned, his eyes darkened a little.

He said coldly: "Remove and let the kitchen do it again."

Han Jiaqing's face turned blue and red, a little anxious: "But young master, I did this on purpose..."

"Can't you hear my wife?" Mu Beiting's eyes were cold.

Up to this point, he still couldn't see that it was obvious that someone had pissed off his little woman during the day.

Han Jiaqing's eyes turned red, she gave Su Xiangwan a resentful look, then turned and went downstairs.

The remaining two maids stood aside and looked at each other, not daring to make a sound.

Su Xiangwan rested his chin and looked at Han Jiaqing's embarrassed back, feeling a little better for no reason.

It's true that the wicked have their own way...

*

While waiting for dinner.

Su Xiangwan kept his head down and played with his phone, while Mu Beiting kept staring at her.

Her light white fingers had been dyed tomato red nails at some point, which set off those weak and boneless little hands even more beautifully.

He couldn't help but want to hold it in his hand and play with it.

Sensing his gaze, Su Xiangwan looked up at him.

This man has been staring at her for a long time, isn't it annoying...

Just at this time, Han Jiaqing brought two servants up with pickled fish and crayfish.

Han Jiaqing took a look at Su Xiangwan, suppressed the jealousy in her heart, and stepped aside, as if she had just settled down a lot.

Mu Beiting scooped up a bowl of soup for Su Xiangwan first, and then himself.

Su Xiangwan was not polite, his eyes were shining.

Well... so cool...

Hot and sour, fresh and satisfying.

The fish meat is even more tender and smooth, without half a fishbone, so you can feast on it.

First, after drinking a small bowl of soup, Su Xiangwan's face turned a little red, and he reached out to grab the glowing red crayfish.

But before she caught it, a whole crayfish fell on her plate, even the shrimp line was removed.

She was slightly stunned, and when she looked up, she saw a man in a white shirt sitting upright, his slender and handsome fingers were covered with a little red oil, and he was holding another crayfish in his fingertips, peeling the skin methodically.

Su Xiangwan looked at him in a daze, and said softly, "I'll do it myself..."

"No, it will stain your nails." Mu Beiting refused.