Chapter 304 You Really Don't Love Me Anymore

Mu Beiting's face was gloomy, and he squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "Su Xiangwan!"

"En...en?" She responded pitifully.

He looked directly at her with dark eyes, and said in a deep voice, "What season is it now?"

Su Xiangwan was slightly startled: "Winter... Winter..."

"You still know it's winter?" He looked at her coldly.

Su Xiangwan pursed her mouth and muttered in a low voice: "You will cut your head with a knife, and you will cut your head with a knife. It is better to die among the beautiful and frozen people than to live in the ugly warmth!"

Mu Beiting's lungs were about to explode with anger, and he really wanted to hit her ass a few times.

What a fallacy!

His eyes were deep and dark, staring directly at her.

Su Xiangwan still muttered in a low voice: "I am a public figure now, so I must always pay attention to my image!"

"In the future, I will be a walking textbook and a fashion guide!"

Su Xiangwan was telling the truth.

When she was not famous, she always had a lot to wear.

But nowadays, she may encounter reporters all the time, and she absolutely does not allow herself to make even the slightest mistake.

One must know that private servers are an extremely important factor in the evaluation of actresses.

Even if she was so unsatisfactory in her previous life.

The dressing style is still sought after by a large number of people.

But then again, she was actually a little cold.

She had been forced to freeze for several years in her previous life, and she had cultivated her rough skin and thick flesh.

But it's different now, now twenty-eight years old, her body is delicate and tender, but it's just because of her youthful vigor.

But then again.

No actress would wrap so much.

Although she is not so well-known now, it can be revealed later that it is black history.

Seeing Mu Beiting looking at her somberly.

Su Xiangwan was still a little timid.

After all, he is more or less a nominal husband, so she wants to save face anyway.

Su Xiangwan rolled his eyes, stepped forward and hugged Mu Beiting's arm, blinked his watery eyes at him, raised his head and said softly, "Mu Beiting, do you want me to be happy?"

He looked down at her, pursed his lips into a line, and remained silent.

"I'm not happy and you aren't happy either?"

He still looked at her silently, not making a sound.

"Look, if I don't look good, I'm not happy, I'm not happy, you're not happy, you're not happy, I'm even more unhappy, so do you want me to be happy?"

Her voice was soft and waxy, and she hugged his arm gently coquettishly.

His heart softened, and his eyebrows softened unconsciously.

Su Xiangwan puffed up her face slightly, and said in a dissatisfied soft voice: "You didn't care about me before, you can't change after you got me."

He glanced at her, and said lightly, "Now we're taking care of it."

Su Xiangwan frowned delicately, with red eye circles, and said pitifully, "You really don't love me anymore, I'm not your little princess anymore, am I?"

He stared at her for a few seconds, there was nothing he could do with her.

Sighing lightly, he grabbed the coat and wrapped it tightly around her body, and whispered: "Don't cry when you're freezing."

She smiled at him, in a good mood.

After all, she was still worried, so she took another scarf and tied it carefully for her, frowning without opening it.

She couldn't help stretching out her fingers and rubbing it: "Don't wrinkle, little old man."

He moved slightly, raised his eyes and glanced at her, with a touch of tenderness in his eyes.

"Little old lady, let's go."

He took her little hand, held it firmly in the palm of his hand, turned around and led her downstairs.

When he walked into the yard, Su Xiangwan couldn't help but froze for a moment.

I don't know when the first snow came.