Chapter 18

The battle ended with a complete failure of Su Qianmian.

When the private doctor came to bandage Su Qianmian, Su Qianmian shouted for pain. On the one hand, he was handsome, elegant, noble, mature, indifferent and gold. He looked up to Xun Mochen, whose hair had never been hurt by external forces. He had a cold face, and his head was wrapped in thick bandages. His eyes were cold, and he burst out murderous to the private doctor's mouth. He said angrily, "Don't worry about her, treat me hard!"

Su Qianmian stared at a pair of big watery eyes, shaking his mouth and full of grievances. He looked at him like a stained chaste martyr. Xun Mochen held his forehead and turned to the side angrily.

The private doctor shook his hand and told the old man who was in trouble: "Don't get any more water! Don't make a big move. Your husband has spent a lot of time to make the scar fade, but when you make such a wound cracks, I'm afraid it will affect the effect. Eat less pigmented food... Balabala..."

The old doctor chattered a lot again, leaving some medicine and saying that he would come back tomorrow, so he picked up the medicine box and left.

Xun Mochen went to the balcony to make a call with a cold face, with a thick bandage wrapped around his head. Although he was still very handsome, such a happy shape was really not suitable for his cold and handsome face.

"Buy all the retail shares of Qianshi Group... If Qian Cheng'en dares not agree, he will give all the photos of him going to the nightclub to his wife..."

Cheng Yi'an sat in front of the computer and browsed the stock market. He joked, "The Spring Festival is coming up in a short time. From then on, the king did not come early in the morning. I didn't expect that Mr. Xun would be fascinated by beauty. Which daughter is it?"

Xun Mochen's face sank and said coldly, "Cheng Yi'an, do you want me to transfer Cheng Jiayuan to the president's office?"

"Cough, cough" Cheng Yi'an was choked. Cheng Jiayuan is his sister. In any case, he can't go into the tiger's mouth. "Don't, I know Mr. Xun... Don't move Wang to solve Qian as soon as possible, right? Understand, don't worry, everything is fine!"

Xun Mochen stroked his head and had a irritable temper.

He has always been as calm as a machine and calculating. Even if there is a fire, he can calmly go down while calling the police. He has rarely been so irritable...

Su Qianmian, who was sitting on the sofa, after the battle in the bathroom just now, touched his arm to breathe cold air, and felt more and more resentful about Xun Mochen.

She got up, sat down at the computer desk and began to write novels, tapping the keyboard with one hand.

After the phone call, Xun Mochen saw Su Qianmian immersed in the computer and poked his head curiously.

Su Qianmian turned off the computer with a snap.

"Qian Mian, why are you so angry?"

Xun Mochen turned around and sat on the sofa, with his slender legs on the table in front of him.

Before Su Qianmian could answer, Xun Mochen suddenly realized: "Oh, yes, your period is coming." I was bleeding in the bathroom just now.

"I didn't!" Su Qianmian's hair is fried.

"It's my fault. You said it was cold in the morning and you had to change the thick quilt. Well, would you like some brown sugar water?

"I said I didn't!" Su Qianmian blushed.

"I'll get you the quilt right away."

Xun Mochen entered his master bedroom, resisted a big quilt, patted it, and said softly, "Is it enough? What brand of sanitary napkins do you use? I'll buy it for you."

Su Qianmian looked at the sky speechlessly. Who said that the president of Warwick Group was calm, calm, wise and mature? Will a mature person hold on to the little girl's period? Damn it!

Su Qianmian took a deep breath and said, "Put it in my room."

Xun Mochen frowned and threw the quilt into Su Qianmian's **.

Su Qianmian sips the water with a calm and simple face: "Mr. Xun, what is uncle?"

Xun Mochen was stunned.

Su Qianmian looked at Xun Mochen simply and expectantly.

"Aunt? What is that?" Xun Mochen frowned slightly.

"However, it is said that boys have it. You..." Su Qianmian stopped talking.

A trace of cunning flashed in Xun Mochen's eyes: "I bet you absolutely know."

"I don't know." Su Qianmian pretended to be innocent.

"Then tell me, how did you know your uncle?" Xun Mochen smiled and seemed to be determined to win.

"It is indeed written in the novel, but like an aunt, there is no explanation. As a girl, I know what an aunt is, but you..." Su Qianmian looked at Xun Mochen and stopped talking again.

Xun Mochen suddenly approached Su Qianmian, and a warm breath sprayed on Su Qianmian's neck, and his voice was not magnetic: "Qianqian, do you want to know?"

Imless skin, you can even see small fluff, shiny lips like full rose petals, want people can't help but take a bite, want to...

Su Qianmian feels that the strong masculine breath is slowly approaching, and the beautiful lip lines are getting closer and closer...

The tip of Xun Mochen's nose is against the tip of Su Qianmian's nose, and his breathing is a little gasping and heavy. It seems that the next moment, his lips will stick to her lips.

Su Qianmian seemed to have a hundred little rabbits hidden in her heart. She collectively picked up the green onion dance. She felt that she was about to stand it and clenched her lips tightly, as if she was afraid that she would take the initiative to approach the person's thin lips. Su Qianmian blushed and whispered with his only reason, "I want to know... what to eat for lunch today?"

"Shallow." Xun Mochen left Su Qianmian and looked at Su Qianmian with colorful flowing eyes. His voice was a little hoarse, as if trying to suppress the heat of his chest.

"I'm sorry, it's not my fault." Then I got up and went to order food on the phone.

Su Qianmian really wanted to stop Xun Mochen and ask him why he was sorry and why he said that he was not good. Paradoxically, he was afraid to know the answer.

Su Qianmian buried his head in the cushion on the sofa, and his mind was full of Xun Mochen's beautiful face, straight nose, and... light thin lips.

A doorbell interrupted the pink bubbles on Su Qianmian's head.

Su Qianmian almost ran to open the door without thinking about it. He saw a handsome man wearing a casual plaid shirt outside the door. He was quite good-looking and had a ruffian temperament. He was stunned.

The handsome man outside the door did the same and asked uncertainly, "You are..."

Xun Mochen came over and saw Su Qianmian and Cheng Yi'an, who looked at each other affectionately. The good mood dropped below zero in an instant, but only a few people could feel this huge gap from the details.

Xun Mochen said, "What are you doing? Come in."

Su Qianmian belongs to the person who can** be happy and angry with Xun Mochen, and carefully took a step back.

Xun Mochen's eyes looked at Su Qianmian and took a step back.

Cheng Yi'an, who entered the door, glanced at Xun Mochen thoughtfully.

But at a glance, he turned his eyes to Su Qianmian. His eyes emitted the light of the kilowatt incandescent lamp, staring at Su Qianmian, as if he had suddenly borrowed the corpse to return his soul.

Su Qianmian got goose bumps all over his body. Before she realized what was going on, Cheng Yi'an suddenly bowed and shouted, "Good sister-in-law!"