Chapter 39

After dinner, Su Qianmian cleaned herself up, turned around with her hands behind her back twice in her room, and then sneaked to the door of the study, opened the door of the study, squeezed into a head, and peeped at Xun Mochen.

Xun Mochen seemed to have eyes on his back and said, "What are you doing?"

It seems that all her little tricks are seen through by him, and he is too lazy to care about her.

"My good friend I met during the school celebration, she celebrated her birthday and invited me to play together..." Su Qianmian said flatteringly.

Damn, why is she whispering? Why did you ask for his consent? She just needs to inform him to be domineering and domineering!

Su Qianmian straightened up and walked into the room.

"Male classmate?" Xun Mochen asked blatantly and took it for granted.

Su Qianmian began to beat the small drum again in his heart. Why did he sound so awkward?

Looking at Su Qianmian twisting and refusing to say anything, the black pen turned around Xun Mochen's slender and white fingers, and finally it was placed on the table with a crack. What are you going to do if you dress up beautifully? He hasn't settled with her about her childhood sweetheart. Xun Mochen narrowed his eyes.

When he has this expression, he must be in a bad mood.

"Mr. Xun, Mr. Xun, I have prepared the supper. You can eat it when you are hungry. I also put Xiaohei's rice in the basin. I promise it won't bother you!" Su Qianmian's domineering fetus died, pleaded.

Xun Mochen raised his thin lips and said, "Oh, it turns out that my position in your heart is the same as that brainless Bian Mu."

Are you going to die in such a tone? Why is it so cold!

"No, no, absolutely not! Bian Mu's IQ is equivalent to that of a six- or seven-year-old child, and he is the smartest.

Xun Mochen's face turned black.

Su Qianmian knew that he had said something wrong, but he couldn't change it. He gritted his teeth and added, "Of course, Xiaohei is not as good as you!"

Xun Mochen's face is darker. This comparison is a problem in itself.

"Are you still going to play until midnight?" Xun Mochen didn't care about Su Qianmian and asked coldly.

"No, no, I'll be back at ten o'clock." Su Qianmian really wanted to run over and hug his thighs, just like Xiaohei often does.

"Hmm." Xun Mochen fell silent after a single syllable.

Su Qianmian's legs are about to be weak.

"What did you just call me?" Xun Mochen's voice is beautiful and soft, but it is more irresistible than torture to extract confessions.

"Mr. Xun." Su Qianmian answered quickly, with a dog-legged smile.

"Mr. Xun? It's time to call it." Xun Mochen touched his chin and seemed to be immersed in a good memory.

It's time to call him... Do you call him Chen? No, no, no! You won't scream if you beat her to death.

Su Qianmian's face turned red.

"Well, if you learn a word from me, I'll let you go, okay?" Xun Mochen had a whim.

"It won't be anti/social anti/human words, then I will be dealt with." Su Qianmian cried and mourned.

Xun Mochen snorted coldly, "Am I like that?"

Like, it's so similar!

Su Qianmian shook his head fiercely: "You are the merciful and pessimistic Guanyin Bodhisattva."

Xun Mochen: "..."

Su Qianmian hated herself thousands of times in her heart: flattery slapped on the horse's leg.

"Mr. Xun, what is the sentence you want to teach me?" Su Qianmian kindly reminded him.

"This is a French sentence, it's like this."

Xun Mochen said slowly.

But Su Qianmian was dizzy. So Xun Mochen said it again.

Su Qianmian followed his pronunciation and forgot half of it. Xun Mochen had to follow her to finish the second half of the sentence.

Su Qianmian said one more.

"No, shallow. Finally, your tongue should be upturned and rolled up a little." Xun Mochen emphasized one side again.

Su Qianmian tried, but the result was much worse.

Xun Mochen taught seriously and patiently several times, but Su Qianmian always said something wrong.

Xun Mochen looked at Su Qianmian with hatred: "If it's not accurate, don't let you go out."

Su Qianmian wanted to cry without tears. She also works very hard, but her tongue is almost cramped and she still can't reach the state he wants.

Xun Mochen sighed, "Well, let's do this."

Xun Mochen pinched Su Qianmian's chin with his slender thumb, index finger and middle finger, forced her to open her mouth, and then kissed it.

Su Qianmian has been on his guard for a long time. He must not let Xun Mochen touch him again. Freud said that the fundamental driving force of all human activities must be biological instinctive impulses. President Xun can be instinctive, but he can't! If it goes on like this, I don't know when I will instinctively go to **!

But Su Qianmian is very dizzy. His brain is in a habitual state of emergency, and the only little reason left is used on Xun Mochen's lingering tongue.

At the end of the kiss, Xun Mochen smiled with the ruffian spirit of flirting with good women and said, "Come on, talk and listen to it."

Su Qianmian said it mechanically.

Xun Mochen's smile at the corners of his mouth was heavier, and he rubbed Su Qianmian's hair: "This is really fast to learn."

This, hooligan!

Su Qianmian never knew that Guo Mingming had such a rich father. He casually found friends and chose the highest-end Empire State Building.

After greeting Guo Mingming for a while, Su Qianmian nestled in the sofa playing with his mobile phone, checked the constellation, turned to Cancer, and his fortune was three and a half, and it continued to decline.

Depressed!

A man sat next to Su Qianmian with a wine glass. He had a demonic face that could not distinguish between male and female. His white skin was blown and torn, and his slender peach blossom eyes were lazy.

"Why don't you go high with them? Waiting for a friend?" The man asked.

Although I don't know him, he should also be a friend of Guo Mingming. Su Qianmian politely took her mobile phone and said, "No, I just want to sit down for a while."

The man nodded and nodded a glass of juice to Su Qianmian, who thanked Su Qianmian.

"Where's your boyfriend?"

"Eh..." Su Qianmian suddenly thought of Xun Mochen, and then shook his head with a smile.

"I'm still single."

The man looked at Su Qianmian with a pair of peach blossom eyes: "Then can I pursue you?"

Su Qianmian was surprised and looked at the man with more contemptuous eyes: it was too frivolous to chase him the first time they met... Then she looked at the juice in her hand and was a little complacent: It turned out that she was so charming?!

However, although the man in front of her is very handsome, she subconsciously felt that there was something wrong.

So she politely said, "I'm sorry, I already have someone I like." Then he smiled at him and got up and left.

She doesn't know what her psychology is: there is someone she likes, who? Xun Mochen? Impossible. And it's silly for her to refuse the pursuit of a top beautiful man like this.

The man watched Su Qianmian's thin figure slowly walk away. A young boy walked into the door. He wore a small leather coat outside the clean white T-shirt and patted Su Qianmian again. Su Qianmian stared at him and whispered something. The boy looked over at him.

He raised his glass and swayed a toast to him.

There is someone I like, and the man grinned silently. It's really interesting.