540 A Few Hundred Million Is Just a Trifle

Her long hair is a little messy, the lipstick on her lips has just been messed up by herself, and there are some marks on her chin and neck.

The sky blue dress slipped a little, and happened to be caught on the chest, revealing a little bit of lace on the underwear.

"Mu Beiting, tonight... go home tonight, okay?" She spoke softly, her voice trembling a little.

"Not good." He refused decisively.

Immediately afterwards, the kiss blocked her mouth, and her tongue stuck in, leading her to stir gently.

Su Xiangwan couldn't hold him back, so he finally asked for it once.

*

After she finished taking a shower and changed into a set of clothes that Mu Beiting asked to buy, she went downstairs again, only to find that Mrs. Mu and the others had returned.

A group of more than ten people, sitting on the sofa, seemed to be chatting about something.

Seeing her coming down, Mu Beiting got up and hugged her, but he didn't intend to introduce her.

Ms. Lu glared at Mu Beiting, and introduced to Su Xiangwan, "This is your uncle, this is your aunt, this is your cousin Mu Shaobai, and this is your cousin Mu Shaoran."

Su Xiangwan said hello one by one: "Uncle, Auntie."

"Enen, okay. Bei Ting has a good eye, and I look much better than that girl from the Zhao family."

"What's stronger, it's much more beautiful, okay?"

The middle-aged man in front of him should be Mu Yusheng's brother, and the woman is his wife.

The attitudes of both of them were very gentle, but even so, Su Xiangwan could still see at a glance the aura of superiors in them, with majesty and competence.

When it was his turn to say hello to the cousin, Su Xiangwan couldn't help but take a second look.

"Hello, sister-in-law. If my sister-in-law is short of money in the future, feel free to find me. My father is Mu Yukun, and my grandfather is Mu Dongfeng. Although I am not the only heir of the third generation of the Mu family, a few hundred million is just a trivial matter. If my sister-in-law needs me, just ask me." .”

The boy's name is Mu Shaobai, he is seventeen or eighteen years old, and he is still a little childish.

There is a typical aura of the rich second generation on his body. He is cynical and cynical, but he is not annoying.

If one had to use one word to describe it, Su Xiangwan felt that it probably meant that he looked rich.

"Okay, okay, I will definitely find you when I need money in the future." Su Xiangwan smiled back.

Mu Shaobai nodded and said: "It should! The problems that money can solve are not problems!"

Su Xiangwan curled the corner of her lower lip, thinking it was cute.

The cousin sat aside and played with her mobile phone with her head down, without raising her head, she said hello, "Hello, sister-in-law."

"Hello."

Su Xiangwan's eyes swept over her.

Mu Shaoran really didn't look like an ordinary lady, he was wearing a hip-hop top and ripped jeans.

She has long hair, with scorpion braids braided against the scalp on the left side, and then highlighted and dyed a few times to make it colorful.

Well, that's right.

It's the kind of colorful girl in the legend, just like a rebellious girl.

Seeing the greeting here, Mu Beiting got up and pulled Su Xiangwan into his arms, feeling that she would always only have him in her eyes.

Seeing this, Mrs. Mu snorted coldly: "What kind of dignity!"

Su Xiangwan didn't make a sound this time. After all, she also felt that it was wrong for so many people to wait for her.

Thinking of the culprit beside him, Su Xiangwan reached out and twisted his waist.

Mu Beiting frowned, and said in a deep voice, "We're here, let's eat."

*

The food on the table was quite sumptuous, and Mr. Mu didn't come back from outside until he was seated, as if he had just finished his work.

At the dinner table, it was relatively quiet.

Although it was not completely silent, it seemed that everyone was quite quiet according to the rules.

In this atmosphere, Su Xiangwan also lowered his head and concentrated on eating.