Chapter 22

Xiaohei's hair hasn't been haired for a long time. Su Qianmian took a comb and straightened it out while watching TV. He laughed twice. His hand shook his hand was a little harder, and Xiaohei howled. The more Su Qianmian looked at it, the more he devoted he became. The overwhelmed Xiaohei wanted to run restlessly, but he was caught by the hair and clashed left and right. Finally, he angered Su Qianmian and was intimidated: "If you move again, you can sleep in your own nest tonight!"

Xiao Hei's head is down and wants to sneak to run to Su Qianmian's bedroom. Su Qianmian blocked it: "Don't sleep in the bedroom today!"

Just in time, Xun Mochen opened the door and came in and looked up to meet Su Qianmian.

The atmosphere is really awkward.

Xun Mochen lowered his head to change his shoes and loosened his tie: "Why don't you find someone to send it away?" He has wanted to do this for a long time.

Xiao Hei sobbed that his limbs were paralyzed on the ground and stopped moving.

Xun Mochen's slender legs stepped over Xiaohei who pretended to be dead and asked, "Do you know Wang Lu?"

Su Qianmian was stunned for a moment: "?"

"Your school."

"Oh, I know, the president's daughter. She and I participated in the National College Student Novel Competition on behalf of Shuren University. She is very beautiful." Su Qianmian thought that Xun Mochen's company has a recent cooperation project with Shuren University, and it is understandable to know the president's daughter Qiao Xiaoyanran...

Xun Mochen left such a sentence and there was no follow. He ate and slept as usual, but Su Qianmian seemed to scratch something in his heart. He really wanted to hold Xun Mochen and ask if he liked Wang Lu. If he liked it, she could match...

When he arrived at school the next day, Su Qianmian's idea was even stronger, and it was also accompanied by emotions such as jealousy, sadness and loss.

Because the Kyushu multinational group has strong funds, more than a billion yuan of funds were almost immediately in place after signing the contract, and all the work was ready. Therefore, on this sunny auspicious day, the heads of the two sides jointly cut the big red flowers on the wasteland where the construction was ready to start, marking the beginning of the construction.

Because the attendees of Kyushu this time are the president of the youngest international group so far, a group of high-level officials of Shuren University are trembling around it, and for the sake of safety, Fangyuan Shili began to pull the cordon line. Three miles, like the most protected castle, the president of the Kyushu Empire Group, is the one who is superior. The cold and gorgeous emperor.

In addition to the 50 or 60-year-old senior leaders, experts and staff, only the headmaster's daughter is accompanied by her. She is a fair lady and looks forward to life.

In the canteen and supermarket, there are live pictures of ribbon-cutting everywhere. As long as there are people, they must be talking about this big event, especially Xun Mochen, who is the protagonist, and gossiped about Wang Lu around him.

Handsome, stunning, god, idol, emperor... can't even describe screaming.

This excitement is like a pesticide sprayed by a plane, which infects the whole school and is also busy with layers of defensive security.

Su Qianmian in the canteen looked at the big screen and was a little distracted.

Shen Chengyou said to himself, "Have you seen that every time this adult appears in public, there must be nine Rolls-Royces following him. Do you know why? Because he is in a high position, he is always in trouble. Maybe he will be assassinated at any time, so the nine Rolls-Royce are blindfold, and the enemy can't judge which car he got on. It seems to be a bright life, but in fact, every step is to lick blood on the tip of the knife, like walking on thin ice.

It was rare for Shen Cheng to say such a deep analysis, and Su Qianmian could hear it.

"Do you know why there are nine? There is no scientific basis, just because nine is the most noble number and represents the 'Ninety-Year Plan'.

"So that's it." Su Qianmian's eyes followed the row of black low-key luxury cars and drove away from the school and said in a daze. I don't know whether I agree with Shen Cheng's analysis or am deeply aware of the gap between myself and Xun Mochen.

The wind in autumn is very dry, because the vegetation is not as wet as usual, and it also brings sand. Abundants of sunshine and the hot wind make people feel at a loss and unable to lift their spirits.

The ribbon-cutting part began to be played repeatedly on the big screen, and everyone was again intoxicated by the actions of the gods beyond their imagination.

Shen Cheng looked at the big screen and took a sip of soup: "Tut, Xiao Lulu is usually beautiful. She dresses like a star and matches the president of the empire. One is simple and cute, and the other has a successful career..." Shen Cheng began to be poor after using two idioms, and finally sighed twice, which was counted as the end.

Su Qianmian was unhappy and said, "There are often beautiful women, but talented women are not. Men can't just think about their lower body. This is an insult to women."

Shen Cheng is more serious: "It is common for men to value women's appearance, not to mention that you women are also like this. It's human's normal!"

Su Qianmian stopped talking and ate silently.

Shen Cheng still won't let go: "What's more, Wang Lu won the final qualification of the novel competition, which is also a proof of a talented woman." After saying that, I finally ate contented my meal. In the middle of the meal, I suddenly thought of something: "It is said that this president Xun likes the Lori type, and Xiao Lulu may be able to fly up to the branch and become a phoenix!"

Su Qianmian was stuck and finally couldn't eat anymore.

Although Xun Mochen said before that he would come back late, he returned to the villa to stay alone until dark, and the empty house was still alone. Su Qianmian was still uncontrollably frustrated.

The clock on the wall pointed to eleven o'clock, but Xun Mochen still didn't come back.

After the ribbon-cutting, a large group of people drove to the only super five-star hotel, followed by Xiao Lulu.

He likes Lori, or it can be understood as eighteen or nineteen years old, simple and cute, and unprehensible. The two fell in love at first sight. In addition to eating, the hotel also has supporting room facilities...

Did he take Wang Lu home after this dinner? Su Qianmian yawned and had tears in his eyes. The ancients said that seeing this beloved person on this evening, it is probably such a scene.

Su Qianmian turned around on the sofa and thought about gossiping Xun Mochen and Wang Lu. As a result, they didn't know how far they had progressed. This was really bad.

And this bad mood, I don't know how to deal with it, and I don't want to talk to anyone, so it's getting more and more sour like fermentation.

After a night of entanglement, the sun still rose as usual the next day, no different from before.

Su Qianmian got up from the sofa and moved his muscles and bones. As a result, he found that he had fallen asleep and mechanically turned his body to wash: Sure enough, there was an unclear situation, and he didn't come back all night.

Before leaving, I glanked at Xun Mochen's slippers in the hallway and pulled the door out.

Su Qianmian went to his instructor Huo Haiying with the materials and novel drafts he had collected.

Huo Haiying is a young, goal-oriented, hard-working and talent-looking female professor. Su Qianmian likes her very much.

Huo Haiying took Su Qianmian's novel and glanced at it like a cleaner sweeping fallen leaves: "It doesn't work at all. I really doubt how you made it to the finals, or whether the overall literary level of young people has reached this level now? Professor Huo Haiying has always been strict, and there is bin Laden's nickname among the students: Terrorist!

Su Qianmian was indignant, and his face still maintained his respect for Professor Huo Haiying and asked, "Where does it need to be modified?"

"The intention is not good, the plainness has no depth, and the writing performance is not good."

That's useless. Su Qianmian thought.

"The topic may be slow at the beginning, but it is essential to render the tone of the whole article. The metaphor is also used later. Will the professor read it too fast?"

Professor Huo Haiying looked at Su Qianmian and smiled: "It's good to question me."

Although it was a praise, Su Qianmian still trembled.

"But if it doesn't work, it won't work. There is no newness and depth at all." Huo Haiying threw the notebook back to Su Qianmian: "Is there any class in the afternoon?"

Su Qianmian looked at the notebook that was treated so contemptfully and casually. As if she had been insulted, her stubborn and strong heart began to wake up.

"No."

"That's good. Just think about it in my office. There are so many books here. I guess many of them are not available outside, and you don't have to worry about the lack of information. If you think of one, show it to me. I have to approve my homework in the office today. Professor Huo said with a dozen final exam papers.

After saying that, Professor Huo ignored her. Su Qianmian stood aside and was angry with himself for a while, and began to frantically search for books that were useful to him. He kept writing, reading and thinking about it. When he had the inspiration, he wrote it down immediately.

He was busy all morning. Su Qianmian didn't even go down for lunch, just to show a beautiful intention for Huo Haiying.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Professor Huo, who had finished taking a nap, slowly came to work. At this time, Su Qianmian took his notebook and waited for Professor Huo: "Professor, this is my outline. Please have a look."

Professor Huo took a look at the notebook in Su Qianmian's hand, and then at the messy book that had not had time to clean up on the desk. He didn't speak or expression. He took Su Qianmian's book and quickly browsed it: "You are participating in the literary competition, not the professional thesis submission of the Economic Times, not to mention that you are not If you know this major, you can't become a dog if you draw a tiger.

Su Qianmian was a little embarrassed to hold the notebook.

"It's okay. Is there no talent that can be compensated by hard work? Go on." Professor Huo didn't seem to have a good nap. After a few perfunctory words, he sat down on the office chair and began to work listless.

Su Qianmian was a little disappointed. She has always been regarded as extremely gifted in literature, but she has been praised by professionals.

Thinking about Xun Mochen, a kind of depressed emotional chest slowly swells.

The second idea came out quickly. It took Su Qianmian only an hour to complete the setting.

Professor Huo saw it faster and threw it aside and killed it.

Then Su Qianmian took a hand and was in a daze until she left without any new ideas.

Like yesterday, Xun Mochen still hasn't come back.

Su Qianmian began to doubt that he had never known this person. Did he have a lot of places to live, just like his nine Rolls-Royces, and then naturally forgot this place? That's good. You can turn over the serf and sing.

The follow-up report of Shuren-Jiuzhou Project is being broadcast in the TV news, and it is not surprising that Xun Mochen, who rarely appears in public, is called the most virtuous entrepreneur in China, the representative of philanthropist, and even the IT giants praise him. However, it is surprising that the entertainment industry, which has always been eager to randomly combine celebrities and then hype them up, has no report on such a popular figure.

Su Qianmian turned on the computer and entered the three words Xun Mochen. The explanation in Baidu Encyclopedia is very official. The date of birth, growth experience, achievements and honors, dry and pale, at least not as good as Shencheng's "Nine Rolls-Royce".

Looking at the quiet and sharp Xun Mochen on the computer, Su Qianmian felt so strange. He was a person living on the edge of the sky. It was already an extravagant hope to touch the corners of his clothes.

Su Qianmian returned to his bedroom and began to pack up his clothes. The contract should no longer exist.

This is what Xun Mochen left by himself, not her fault.

Finally liberated.

I should have been very happy, but I felt empty in my heart.