Su Xiangwan directly took a potato chip and put it into his mouth. In a soft voice, he said, "what kind of kiss?"
Said, even push with kick, will he get up from his body.
But when he got up, he was like a tiger waking up.
As soon as Su Xiangwan stood up, some uncle leaning on the sofa pulled her back directly.
Before she could react, his thin lips came up.
Su Xiangwan bit one end of the potato chips, and the other end was exposed to the air.
Then he heard a "click" and he bit the other half down.
Thin lips rubbed her lips, but also annoyingly licked on her lips.
His eyes deep, staring at her slowly: "eat less."
Su Xiangwan's little face turned red and put a large bag of potato chips directly into his arms: "all for you."
After that, he got up and went to the table.
Several servants of Rong Ma stood aside, covering their mouths with their heads down and laughing.
Su felt more and more ashamed. She was more and more shameless.
She just ate the third and fourth tablets, and he took half of them.
Mu Beiting stood up unsteadily, threw the potato chips on the tea table, turned to the table, sat opposite her, with a lazy.
The servant had already served the food and soup. Su Xiangwan did not look at him even when he picked up his chopsticks.
Four dishes and one soup is not so rich.
But for both, it was enough.
But Su didn't move his chopsticks until late in the evening, and the Yaoji downstairs began to crow incessantly.
Su Xiangwan was stunned for a moment, put down the dishes and chopsticks, got up and walked to the railing.
As a result, the servant who looks after the chicken has been trying to stop it.
But Yao chicken's posture is vigorous, a few brisk steps then quickly from downstairs jump up.
Before Su Xiangwan could react, Yaoji ran to her feet and pestered her.
The servant hurriedly followed up and bowed: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I don't know what's wrong with the dog. It's going to run upstairs."
The servant can't. After all, the dog belongs to Su Xiangwan.
Usually even a rope is not willing to tie it, she is afraid to have a little neglect.
"What's wrong with you? Are you hungry, too Su squatted down in the evening and asked it softly.
Yaoji looked up at her, whimpered, his eyes watery, looking very pitiful.
"Did it eat?" Su asked.
"A little, but not much."
"Get him some more food, and let him stutter on the stairs."
Seeing that the little guy had already run upstairs, Su was not willing to drive it down any more.
He turned to the bathroom and washed his hands before returning to the table to prepare for dinner.
Mu Beiting's eyes are light, and he sweeps his eyes at the entrance of the stairs. He looks bad.
Hum, sympathize and pretend to be pathetic.
To deceive the late sympathy.
After eating two mouthfuls of food, Su Xiang picked up the spoon and was about to have some soup.
Yao chicken suddenly rushed over, first jumped to the side of the low cabinet, and then directly jumped to the table, a few short legs and buttocks cooperate, crackling all the things on the table to the ground.
The soup water sprinkled Su Xiangwan, Mu Beiting's face immediately changed.
"Late, late!"
He quickly stepped forward, pulled her out of her seat, pulled her into his arms, turned and pulled her to the corner.
"How about it?" He looked down at her and nervously picked up the wet place on her lapel.
"It's OK. It's not hot. I'll wash it later." Sue spoke softly to the evening.
Seeing two people leave, yao ji doesn't make trouble.
Curled up on the dining table, guarding the bowl of soup, looking at Su Xiangwan pitifully, whimpered and barked twice. It looked so pitiful.