Chapter 75 Beauty Hurts Others

At this moment, Su Xiangwan had just washed the rice, and planned to ask Mu Beiting whether he liked softer rice or harder rice.

But when she pushed open the bedroom door, she saw a man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, wearing a navy blue home suit, curled up on her sofa with a pillow in his arms.

Originally, the sofa wasn't too small, but when he lay down like this, it felt a little...

"you……"

The corners of Su Xiangwan's eyes twitched. Although he was still handsome, this behavior seemed to be a bit inconsistent with his image.

Mu Beiting was a little embarrassed, so he quickly sat up and coughed lightly.

"Let me measure the length of the sofa." Mu Beiting said seriously.

Su Xiangwan nodded slowly: "Have you tested it?"

"One meter seven."

Su Xiangwan raised his eyebrows, he really didn't expect him to actually measure it.

But what is he testing the sofa for?

Could it be some quirk?

Seeing her looking at him with an 'unkind' look again, Mu Beiting's face turned ugly: "Should I read the review..."

Well... If there is any disagreement, threaten her with a self-criticism.

Su Xiangwan turned around quickly, and returned to the kitchen as if he hadn't seen or heard.

But after walking a few steps, I remembered the purpose of looking for him.

Turning around on the spot, he came back and said, "Well... do you like soft or hard rice?"

"Neither soft nor hard."

Su Xiangwan was slightly startled, then nodded vigorously.

Well, that's a very good answer.

After Su Xiangwan turned to leave, Mu Beiting let out a sigh of relief, and scratched his hair in frustration.

It made him less cold and deep than usual, but more childish.

...

After Su Xiangwan returned to the kitchen, he happily prepared the meals.

She was not afraid of him, and threatened her with self-criticism.

paper tiger.

She was afraid of his wool.

But then again, why is he measuring the sofa?

Could it be that conscience found out that he planned to change her sofa?

Mu Beiting calmed down a bit, and called Shang Wen, asking him to bring some tools over and prepare to bring hot water to her kitchen later.

After hanging up the phone, he couldn't help but walk to the kitchen door.

Leaning lightly by the door, holding her arms in her arms, watching her busy in the kitchen.

Su Xiangwan glanced at him quietly, not knowing what he was going to do.

But I have to admit that he was at that stop, which was quite pleasing to the eye.

The long and narrow eyes, the sculpted face, and the thin lips are enough to make any woman crazy.

Su Xiangwan sighed softly.

It's really... pretty.

No wonder in the previous life Zhao Xinning would rather stick to that nominal marriage for ten years, not to mention the huge and frightening background of the Mu family, but to let her see this face for ten years, she would probably be happy.

While chopping vegetables, Su Xiangwan couldn't help thinking that if the Mu family went bankrupt one day, he would probably be able to live a good life by selling his face.

"Well……!"

I don't know if it was to punish her for her wild dreams, but Su Xiangwan, who hadn't used a kitchen knife for a long time, cut his index finger without mastering the knife well.

She subconsciously threw away the kitchen knife, and seeing the blood dripping from her fingertips instantly, her complexion changed a little from the pain.

What bad luck!

Sure enough, beauty hurts people!

It's okay, what are you doing so good-looking, and who are you planning to harm?

She unceremoniously put all the blame on Mu Beiting's face, but before she recovered, a figure beside her moved faster than her.

The moment she heard her exclamation, Mu Beiting stepped forward quickly, holding her index finger tightly with his big hand, even more nervous than she was.