Chapter 26

Su Qianmian slept very unsteadily at night. He woke up several times and listened to the gloomy wind. He was silent and pretended to be a corpse in ** without moving.

Damn, I shouldn't have watched such a horror movie... Su Qianmian tried to calm himself down and silently recalled what the teacher said in Marx's theory class.

A gust of wind blew into the window, and the bottles and cans collected by Su Qianmian on the window sill were poured in a mess. Su Qianmian had a chill, and his hair was straight upright - it couldn't something come in!

This idea made her want to scream. It's horrible! Stiffing his body, he was afraid that as soon as he turned around, he would see a pale face, or move, which attracted the attention of the evil spirit looking for the target...

Well, sometimes it's not a good thing to have good imagination.

Hearing Xun Mochen's footsteps faintly, Su Qianmian quickly got up, wearing pajamas, her hair was messy, and her soft pajamas outlined the girl's slender figure, which was concave and conve. Su Qianmian said a few words calmly, "It's raining. Do you want to collect your clothes?"

At this time, more popularity is always particularly valuable.

Xun Mochen gave Su Qianmian a strange look: Does he seem to be a person who can get up and collect clothes?

He glanced at Su Qianmian in pure cotton pajamas, and finally his eyes fell elsewhere: "No." Then he took a cup of hot water and went back to his room.

Su Qianmian returned to the room tremblingly and turned off the light.

It was windy and rainy outside, and the raindrops crackled on the leaves, the slates were spread on the floor, and the windows were crackling! The night rain curtain overlaps layer by layer, which makes people's involuntary fantasy that something will come out of the darkness, and then appear outside the window through the glass, look back and smile, a hundred cold life...

There was a thunder in the dark. Su Qianmian jumped up in extreme alert and went straight to Xun Mochen's room barefoot. As he ran, he shouted gleefully: Xun Mochen! I'm afraid. My voice is crying.

Xun Mochen opened the door, and Su Qianmian couldn't help bumping into Xun Mochen's chest. Xun Mochen snorted, reached out to hold Su Qianmian's shoulder, and pulled away from his body.

Taking a deep breath, Su Qianmian came back to his senses, looked at Xun Mochen with a funny face in front of him, and then thought that his image just now was nothing. He made a big red face, rubbed the corners of his pajamas, and pretended to be calm and said, "The thunder just now is really loud."

Xun Mochen approached her, and a warm breath sprayed on her neck. Su Qianmian took a step back and his eyes rumbling twice.

"Are you afraid?" Xun Mochen's voice in the dark is sexy and full of **.

"Hmm." Su Qianmian's soft and glutinous voice scratched Xun Mochen's heart like soft rabbit hair.

"Then I'll sleep on the sofa in the living room, okay?"

Su Qianmian nodded and went back to the room barefoot. Xun Mochen also hugged the quilt and threw it on the sofa.

As soon as Su Qianmian was about to go to bed, he heard the quiet voice of Xun Mochen: "Another one"

Then a dazzling lightning lit up the room in an instant. Su Qianmian looked at the bear at the head of her bed and quickly returned to the darkness.

Su Qianmian suddenly understood what Xun Mochen meant. He picked up the quilt almost without thinking and began to run wildly. He deftly crossed the stool and single sofa, sat next to Xun Mochen, and was shocked by the roaring thunder: "I'll sleep on the sofa, too."

Then look at Xun Mochen's smiling face. It's really like crying without tears!

After Xun Mochen smiled twice, his expression began to become intriguing.

"Go back." Xun Mochen finally said it seriously.

Su Qianmian summoned up his courage: "No."

Xun Mochen narrowed his eyes and said, "Qianqian, are you seducing me?"

Su Qianmian remembered the confused kiss in the kitchen in the evening and shrank back with helplessness and fear: "Then I'll go back."

Xun Mochen sighed, pulled Su Qianmian, threw it on the sofa, and then lay outside, sighed, put on a thick quilt and hugged Su Qianmian: "Sleep, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Even with a thick quilt, Su Qianmian can still feel Xun Mochen's strong heartbeat and solid arms. Too strong masculinity and too intimate behavior made Su Qianmian feel ambiguous and embarrassed. He twisted and wanted to sit up: "I, I'm still..."

"Don't move! If you don't want to get angry, just sleep quietly. Xun Mochen's voice was low.

Su Qianmian suddenly thought of something, his face turned red again, and he stopped all the struggles quietly and worriedly.

Although it is stormy outside, Xun Mochen's arms are very warm. With bursts of thunder, Su Qianmian was no longer afraid and fell asleep quickly.

As soon as he opened his eyes the next morning, Su Qianmian heard the sound of rain.

It's still raining, but it's not as fierce as before.

Su Qianmian was refreshed. He looked over Xun Mochen and looked at the line of rain falling on the ground and then scattered. The buildings and trees not far away turned into a void in the rain curtain.

Xun Mochen is still sleeping. Su Qianmian slept well, but it was torture for him. It took a long time to fall asleep.

Xun Mochen opened his eyes and looked at Su Qianmian with shining eyes.

Su Qianmian said to Xun Mochen with embarrassment, "It's still going down! I like rainy weather. It seems like I'm going out for a run!" There was some excitement between the words.

Xun Mochen took his arm holding Su Qianmian, and his cold voice with the nasal sound that had just woken up, which looked more lazy and sexy: "No. The wound on the arm has not healed yet. Don't go out.

Su Qianmian reached out and pushed Xun Mochen: "I still want to feed Xiaohei. Can you get up?"

Xun Mochen did not move.

Su Qianmian pushed him again.

Xun Mochen still doesn't move.

Su Qianmian got up with his hands and feet and carefully wanted to cross-border Xun Mochen. Xun Mochen slightly picked up the corners of his mouth and grabbed Su Qianmian's wrist and suddenly exerted his strength. Su Qianmian fell on Xun Mochen's body unsteadily, and Xun Mochen's big eyes stared at each other.

The ink-colored eyes attract people's souls like the deep sea. The beautiful thin lips, the straight nose bridge, and the rustling rain outside the window are overwhelming. It seems that the eyes have become misty.

"Your eyes are so beautiful." Su Qianmian said distractedly.

"Thank you." Xun Mochen replied politely.

Su Qianmian hurriedly got up to wash up, tidy up and prepare breakfast.

"I'm going to fly to France today, and I'll stay for a few days." As Xun Mochen said, he slowly tore the bread slices and ate it. Occasionally, I take a few sips of milk, which is as elegant as holding wine at a banquet.

"Hmm. Do you want to say that I don't have to come these days?" Su Qianmian asked.

Xun Mochen is a little unhappy.

"If you want to go back, go back."

Su Qianmian's heart sank: She is a strong and independent good child, but she still hopes that Xun Mochen can keep it for a while, and then she will resolutely refuse - although it sounds a little cheap...

Su Qianmian had to pack up things - in fact, there was nothing to pack, just a few clothes.

"Are you ready? I'll ask Xiao Xie to send it to you." Reject the tone of people thousands of miles away.

Su Qianmian was a little heartbroken: "Thank you, no need."

"Well, I won't send it. Don't reveal anything about me, or it's not just me, you will get into a lot of trouble. Trouble you can't think of."

** Naked threat.

"Oh, by the way," Xun Mochen added, "I don't remember the maintenance cost of my Ferrari, hundreds of thousands or how much. There should be an invoice from my assistant."

"Dozens of mutant Guolan, I don't know how much it is, two million? However, I remember clearly that the price of 1.3 million yuan four years ago is estimated to have risen now.

"These days of food, accommodation, utilities, mental loss expenses and medical expenses that have been knocked out by you... Forget it, it's a discount, no more. Remember to give it back to me. This is the account number. Xun Mochen wrote down a string of numbers and gave them to Su Qianmian: "I care about money. President, it's an occupational disease in this industry.

Xun Mochen shrugged his shoulders.

How can he remember the account number? He doesn't know how much money he has. But it's enough to squash Su Qianmian.

Su Qianmian felt a little unreactable. What he said was true, and the huge number that had never appeared in her life made her feel illusory.

It is always difficult to accept illusory facts.

Su Qianmian looked at Xun Mochen in a daze. The sadness of parting that had just been brewed was gone. Now there was nothing left, only - grief and indignation!

Damn, don't jump like this! I can't stand it! In the morning, he was so... gentle... Su Qianmian blushed, and then ferocious: Turn your face and don't recognize people?

Su Qianmian feels like a resentful woman now, and Xun Mochen is the one who deserves a thousand knives.

"Let's make a note. There is no evidence. I'm afraid you won't admit it afterwards." Xun Mochen gave full play to the nature of capitalists' cruel exploitation of the proletariat.

Xun Mochen turned to the study, turned out the paper and pens, and a box of printing mud. After writing, I got Su Qianmian, who was still in the plane: "Sign it."

Su Qianmian opened his mouth wide.

Xun Mochen was a little impatient: "Then press your fingerprints."

He grabbed Su Qianmian's hand and pressed the bright red fingerprints on a print paper full of words full of dragon flying and phoenix dance, golden snake dancing, and open teeth and claws.

Su Qianmian didn't even know what was written on that piece of paper!

And how can he do this bullying of men and women so smoothly!

Is this a deed of sale?

And Xun Mochen, after doing this series of "bad things", returned to his room impatiently and came out with a silver bracelet in his hand.

"Tear out your hand."

Su Qianmian couldn't keep up with Xun Mochen's thoughts at all. Like a robot, he stretched out his right hand as ordered.

"Another one."

Put down your right hand and lift your left hand.

Xun Mochen bowed his head and seriously tied a bracelet to Su Qianmian. The scaly hair on his forehead fell down, covering his beautiful eyes, but his nose became more and more heroic.

Su Qianmian looked at the elegant and exquisite bracelet in her hand, and Yu Guang crossed the bracelet and saw the collar on the little black neck...

Damn it!

The world is... messy.

Some people, when we first see it, feel that they can talk; after saying a few words, they feel that maybe they can go deeper. A little deeper, but I keep wanting more, more...