Chapter 234 Do You Like Her Type?

After Mu Beiting went upstairs, he saw the closed door.

As if he had expected her reaction long ago, he took out his key card, swiped it, and opened the door without any haste.

As soon as the door opened, there was an angry little face.

Su Xiangwan said angrily, "How did you get in?"

Mu Beiting shook the key card in his hand.

Su Xiangwan was out of breath, ran up to him and snatched the room card out of his hand, and took a closer look.

Mu Beiting also let her go, and gave her what she wanted.

Anyway, he still has a dozen.

Su Xiangwan gave him a blank look, turned around and nestled on the sofa to recite his lines, and ignored him.

Mu Beiting raised his eyebrows. After all the troubles just now, he was a little more sober now.

He put one hand in the trouser pocket of the black home clothes, walked to her side and sat down unhurriedly, then leaned over and pillowed on her lap.

Su Xiangwan looked away from the script and glanced at him.

His dark pupils were looking at her.

"what?"

"You promised to sleep with me."

"Not with me."

Mu Beiting frowned and insisted, "You agreed."

Su Xiangwan snorted twice: "Go find your fiancee."

He didn't make a sound, just looked at her with his dark pupils. A few seconds later, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips, and he said softly, "Wanwan, you're upset."

Su Xiangwan pretended not to hear, wishing she could bite off her tongue, lower her head and continue reading the script.

Mu Beiting just looked at her like that, and after a few minutes, he slowly pulled the script away with his big hand and threw it aside.

Without the script as a cover, Su Xiangwan felt a little uncomfortable being watched by him: "Stop watching, why keep watching me?"

Mu Beiting grabbed her small hand and said slowly, "You look good."

"Not as good-looking as your fiancée."

Su Xiangwan tried to pull her hand back, but he held it tightly, preventing her from breaking free.

His pupils were deep, and he stared at her with a faint smile, as if he was in a good mood.

Seeing Su Xiangwan blushing a little, he looked away unnaturally, hesitated for a while, and then asked, "What's the deal you talked about?"

"I forgot the details of the agreement Shang Wen proposed." Mu Beiting said lightly.

Hearing this, Su Xiangwan's small mouth pouted slightly, feeling a little unhappy in his heart.

Does he like that type?

But since you like her type, why do you get the certificate with yourself?

Eat what's in the bowl, watch what's in the pot!

Men really don't have a good thing.

He looked at her and said slowly, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"You like her type?"

As soon as Su Xiangwan asked, he regretted it a little.

How did she ask what was on her mind?

There was a slight smile in Mu Beiting's eyes, and he looked at her tenderly.

Su Xiangwan said with a guilty conscience, "If you don't want to say it, forget it."

He looked at her with deep black eyes and said seriously: "I don't like you, I like you."

Su Xiangwan's heart was beating wildly, and her cheeks were slightly hot: "I don't believe it, the person you chose was obviously her."

He explained to her patiently: "I smoke whatever I want."

"What do you mean?" Su Xiangwan was puzzled.

"Shangwen gave me your information, and I randomly picked a copy."

"Then this person is Zhao Xinning?"

"kindness."

"..."

He sat up, looked at her and smiled, "Aren't you angry?"

Su Xiangwan avoided his gaze: "Who is angry?"

He chuckled lightly and pulled her into his arms: "If you're not angry, you're going to hang an oil bottle on your mouth."

"I don't."

"If you're not angry, go to sleep."

"don't want."

He sat up, resting his chin lightly on her shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Wanwan...I'm so sleepy."