Chapter 122 Young People's Energy Is Good

Su Xiangwan's heart skipped a beat, looking at his cold and handsome face in a daze.

Mu Beiting's expression was still heavy, and his thin lips parted slightly: "Did you hear that?"

Su Xiangwan quickly nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice: "Yes, I heard."

"Repeat."

Su Xiangwan swallowed, and said softly: "If you dare to mention the word divorce again, you...you just..."

Seeing her sluggish appearance, his face softened a little.

But still forced to ask: "So what."

Eyelashes fluttered, and Su Xiangwan met his black eyes, and a blush appeared on his face: "Just...just..."

His gaze was deep and domineering, and he said lightly, "En?"

Su Xiangwan bit her pink lips, her eyes averted a bit.

Seeing her faltering with her little head down, she is indescribably cute.

His heart softened, almost turning into that spring water.

He lowered his head slightly, and whispered in her ear: "Little fairy, I will let you go this time."

Warm breath scattered, indescribably itchy.

Su Xiangwan dodged, gave him an angry look, turned around and ran away from under his arms.

But after taking two steps, he was suddenly pulled back by him.

"Kiss."

Mu Beiting spoke in a low voice, and before she could react, his thin lips pressed against hers tightly.

Softer than I remembered, with a faint aroma and sweetness.

Su Xiangwan's eyes widened, and she forgave her for being incapable of accepting these two days.

Subconsciously biting hard, a faint smell of blood released between their lips and teeth.

Mu Beiting frowned in pain.

Su Xiangwan gave him a disturbed look, then turned and ran away.

His chest was suddenly empty, and even the air seemed to turn cold.

The good-looking thumb gently wiped his lips, and a bright red blood stain was printed on the fingertip.

Mu Beiting looked at her back and narrowed his eyes.

After Su Xiangwan ran out of the study, he ran all the way to the first floor.

Panting heavily, he gently fanned his cheeks with his hands.

So hot, so hot...

The face can spread an egg.

You bastard, it's fine to threaten her, and it's fine to tease her, and it's fine to tease her, but still belittle her?

Walking quickly all the way to the kitchen, it happened that Rong's mother had just come out of it.

"Madam, what's the matter with you? Do you have a fever?"

Su Xiangwan shook his head quickly: "No, no... just... I just finished exercising and I'm a little sweaty."

Su Xiangwan tried hard to think of a lame reason.

Unexpectedly, Rong's mother was stunned for a moment when she heard the words, and then she smiled meaningfully: "Oh, young people have good energy. Exercise more... exercise more!"

Rong's mother bit the word "sports" very hard, and looked very happy.

Su Xiangwan was stunned, always feeling that there seemed to be something wrong with Rong's mother's words.

The smile is too ambiguous.

"Oh, look at how this little mouth is bleeding, the young master is simply too disrespectful! How can a girl be so rude!"

As soon as Su Xiangwan looked up, Mama Rong saw the blood on her mouth. Dang even exclaimed.

For a moment, all the servants who could hear the voice on the first floor turned their heads and looked at Su Xiangwan.

Su Xiangwan's face turned red, and he finally understood what was wrong.

"Mother Rong...Mother Rong...keep your voice down, you misunderstood."

Su Xiangwan was in a hurry to explain, but as soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of footsteps behind him. Mu Beiting walked down the stairs with a stern expression, his gaze was falling in their direction.

"What are you talking about?" He said in a low voice, seeing their lively chat, unexpectedly wanted to get involved for no reason.