Chapter 36

When Su Qianmian came out of the venue, Su Qianmian cried regardless of her image. She burst into tears, refused to walk well, and even stretched out her little hand to push Xun Mochen beside her. Is it a sign of shyness? It's intriguing.

Xun Mochen's already calm eyes gradually began to become hot, but he had to endure it very hard. He was tortured and had no choice but to carry her to the parking lot.

He didn't dare to hug, and he couldn't clean it up when he got angry.

Back to the villa, Su Qianmian was against Xun Mochen everywhere.

Anyway, he already knows his past. He said ten thousand times to others, but he was as ridiculous as a clown. After all, she can't change the public's mind. If Xun Mochen dislikes her and thinks about her, he will leave at worst.

Or is it that he is the one who blames Xun Mochen for not telling her that he will perform on the same stage with her? Are you complaining that Xun Mochen is late to save him? Or is it just the anger of a petty man? Or is it an alternative manifestation of shyness? A broken mood...

It is unknown. Anyway, with the support of these emotions, Su Qianmian rebelled.

"Qianqian, take a shower." Xun Mochen ordered.

"I won't go."

She felt that he was unforgivable and didn't remember his good at all.

"Remov the makeup, otherwise it will be very harmful to the skin." Xun Mochen comforted him softly.

Su Qianmian turned his head to one side.

Xun Mochen ignored Su Qianmian, rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen.

"Let's eat later." Xun Mochen ignored Su Qianmian's unreasonable troubles.

Su Qianmian looked at Xun Mochen's back and was so angry.

"I said I wouldn't go!" Su Qianmian turned his body, lay on the back of the sofa, and stared at Xun Mochen's back fiercely to resist.

Xun Mochen came back again and bent down to Su Qianmian's forehead through the back of the sofa.

Su Qianmian's heart was sudden, but he decided to look at him bravely. He was sorry for her first!

Red and swollen, wet eyes, messy hair, lips squeezed because of anger, black tights outline a tight figure, set off a long white neck, and his own style of clothes made his heart ripples, which was unbearable.

And the indescribable emotional communication between the two on the stage... He really wanted to eat her now.

Xun Mochen is no longer a hairy boy, but is in such a high position and noble status, but he dresses up and performs on the stage for her impulsively - he can't stand any man having such interaction and perfect performance with her. She can only be his own!

The high-intensity work and catching the plane for several days in a row have exhausted him who has not yet had jet lag, and she dared to lose her temper with him?

"Do you want me to wash it for you?" Dangerous breath, circulation, encirclement...

Su Qianmian is short of breath; "You, you hooligan!"

Xun Mochen didn't go to cook. He sat back on the sofa, folded his legs, put his one arm on the spine of the sofa at will, and looked at Su Qianmian leisurely: "Oh, come on, tell me, how am I a hooligan?"

Tut-tut, the beast began to flirt with the little girl.

Su Qianmian couldn't speak, so he simply picked up the pillow and threw it at him.

How could this little move get him? He easily grabbed the pillow and threw it aside: "Do you dare to rebel?"

The cold voice and disdainful ridicule, with threats and punishment, Su Qianmian's momentum suddenly weakened, his eyes turned red again, and his voice was soft: "You bullied me."

Xun Mochen's pupils tightened and looked up at Su Qianmian.

That sound scratched his heart like a feather.

He thinks about her everywhere, but she challenges her limits everywhere.

The dangerous vision made Su Qianmian shrink involuntarily.

And such a move made Xun Mochen even more angry.

Although Xun Mochen did not move, his clenched hands exposed his heart.

"I'll give you 20 minutes and wash me up!"

After leaving a sentence, Xun Mochen got up and walked to the kitchen. He was not sure what would happen if he stayed any longer.

But she is still young, and he can't take what she thinks.

Xun Mochen was trying to restrain, but Su Qianmian was obviously a master of the situation, but he got into trouble with him and chased him to the kitchen without fear of death: "I said I won't go!"

It's simply unreasonable!

Xun Mochen threw the shovel, resisted Su Qianmian, and said viciously, "Then go straight to bed!"

The shovel made a ping-pong sound when the shovel fell to the ground, which made people uneasy.

Xun Mochen threw Su Qianmian into himself**. Su Qianmian was afraid and climbed to the bedside with his hands and feet. Xun Mochen grabbed Su Qianmian's collar and dragged it back **.

Su Qianmian rolled to the corner of the wall, hugged the quilt, shook his hand and accused Xun Mochen: "You, you beast!"

Xun Mochen sneered, "Is this called a beast?" With a thorn, he tore off his shoulder blades and threw his boots aside. Pull up the corners of the tights, revealing the tight and toned lower abdomen...

Su Qianmian has never seen such a dangerous Xun Mochen. He can't stand his intimidation. He hasn't taken the next step. Su Qianmian has begged for mercy: "I'm wrong, I'm wrong! I was wrong, Mr. Xun! Give me a break!!"

Alas, it's really backboneless.

Xun Mochen's face is fierce and evil, with an aggressive atmosphere, just like his demon king on the stage.

At this time, Su Qianmian is no longer domineering, confident and fierce on the stage, and has long been defeated.

"Come here." Xun Mochen said evilly.

Su Qianmian huddled in the quilt like a quail, and his deer-like eyes stared at Xun Mochen warily.

Xun Mochen's blood surged and his mouth was dry. Su Qianmian, do you want to be such a ** person?

"I'll say it again, come here." The voice is hoarse.

Su Qianmian couldn't stand the strong momentum of Xun Mochen and decided to show his goodwill.

He slowly climbed to the bedside and was about to get out of bed. Xun Mochen suddenly clasped Su Qianmian's waist and pulled her into his arms.

"Did I say I let you go?"

The hot breath invaded through the thin shirt, strongly stimulating Su Qianmian's nerves. With heavy breathing and uncontrollable heartbeat, Xun Mochen didn't expect that he would be so uncontrollable.

Su Qianmian was about to speak when he had lowered his head and covered her lips.

Unlike the gentleness of the last time, this kiss was strong and fierce, and then she captured her delicate lips and launched an attack, intertwined with her lips and tongue.

Su Qianmian stood unsteadily. He pushed him with his hand and touched his solid and hot chest, as if he had burned his hand.

Xun Mochen didn't understand how hard her awkward posture was at all, and even added the weight of his whole body to her. Su Qianmian finally couldn't support it and fell back with a bang.

Xun Mochen pressed her under his body.

The treacherous trick has been successful~

The lips are warm and wet/soft, and her nose is full of her unique fragrance. He couldn't help but be more presumptuous. His big hand reached under the hem of his clothes and stroked his smooth skin.

Su Qianmian didn't know how to stop it. The strange feeling made her confused. Fear and fear were like vines, entangling her. She shouted in a hoarse voice, "Chen..."

Xun Mochen paused and looked straight at Su Qianmian.

With a weeping expression, a soft and flattering voice, and an ambiguous and affectionate name that has never been seen before, the blood of Xun Mochen's whole body boiled up and rushed to a place. He stared at Su Qianmian like hunting with his faint green eyes.

However, this time, the only time, he lost to her.

He even doubted how he could stand it.

Always so patient, sooner or later there will be a problem.

Xun Mochen stood up, turned around and stopped looking at Su Qianmian. His voice was unstable: "You are in the master bedroom. I'll go outside."

He should say that he is taking a bath, but now these two words can also make him burn with his blood boiling.

I'm afraid I've run out of reason and patience in my life.

After he finished speaking, he didn't even take the replacement clothes and went out.

Xun Mochen took a cold shower, and the sound of water echoed in the quiet room. It was really ambiguous and embarrassing...

It usually takes 20 minutes. Su Qianmian stayed in the bathroom for 40 minutes this time. She is like an ostrich, avoiding everything she doesn't want to face.

When she came out, Xun Mochen was already asleep on the sofa. Where she is, he is always relaxed. What's more, after a busy day, he took a cold shower today...

In the past, Su Qianmian felt that Xun Mochen was a set machine. His computing precision was not bad. His perfect face and powerful figure were always gentlemanly, polite, polite, alienated, with indifference and bloodthirsty.

But the more you contact him, the more you will find that he is not like this. He will be irritable, angry, irritable, of course, gentle, and lustful and want to eat her.

Su Qianmian picked up the quilt and covered him, and helped him take off his shoes and lie down comfortably.

To do all this well, Su Qianmian pouted and looked at the sleeping Xun Mochen and secretly threatened: If she dared to touch herself again, she would make him look good!

Alas, this girl is so comforting herself!

Xun Mochen's cold and sharp blade-like side face is as serious as guarding himself in a gunfight, but less fierce and more stable, but the same, impressive.

Su Qianmian didn't want to go back to sleep. She simply sat on the ground and lay on the table in front of the sofa and looked at the stars outside. Behind him was Xun Mochen's steady and long breath.

Su Qianmian hummed a favorite queen's song softly: Falling in love with the shortcomings of an angel / in a devilish language / God in the clouds / only blinked / frowned at the end / a little.

Fall in love with a serious pastime/with a blooming time/you are next to me/only a face-to-face/a sunny day in May/flashing electricity.

In the lifetime/meeting on a narrow road/can't/survive/suddenly grow in the palm of the hand/entangled curve

After being sensible before and moving/it's only a day/can't stay/can't calculate/flowing years.

I met a fireworks performance/with a reincarnation time/Purple Microstar flowed by/I didn't have time to say goodbye/It's been far away from me for a light year.

Meet on a narrow road in your life/can't be spared in the end/sudden growth in the palm of your hand/entangled curve/after being emotionally moved before being sensible/less than a day/that year/let a lifetime/change.

The author has something to say: Dear friends, there are fewer today, and there seems to be some suspicions of filling the number with lyrics, but I really like Faye Wong's years, and I think it's very appropriate to use it here... Don't hit me~~ Hold your head and escape~~