Chapter 111

Su Qianmian opened her eyes, and her eyes were Xun Mochen's quiet face. Soft and handsome, not as sharp as when you are awake, which is unpredictable.

Su Qianmian looked at him in a squintard, reached out and touched his lips, gently.

There were bursts of pain in his lower body. Su Qianmian withdrew his hand and closed his eyes.

She coughed twice, quickly turned her head, covered her mouth and endured it. Her voice was very stuffy, as if she was afraid to wake him up.

Then she got up gently. The pain made her take a breath and quickly turned her head to look at him. Fortunately, I haven't woken up yet.

I'm not feeling well and seem to have a fever.

Su Qianmian took her clothes and walked gently to the living room.

The moment she closed the door, Xun Mochen opened his eyes. Just like the whole night before she woke up. He stared at the short hair on her pillow, and his eyes flashed.

Su Qianmian got dressed and saw that the magazine she had read a few days ago was still on the table. But it's not the page she turned over - she was looking at a well-known man, and now she was obviously introducing a wandering composer.

Su Qianmian squeezed her lips and put away the magazine. Just as she was about to leave, the bedroom door opened.

Xun Mochen wrapped a pajamas and tied it casually, revealing a large wheat-colored strong chest. His hair is a little messy, and his eyes are lazy and cold.

He hugged his chest and slanted at Su Qianmian.

"Do you want to give it to you?" He asked.

Su Qianmian was stunned: She didn't expect him to say this! She thought he was trying to keep her.

Su Qianmian shook his head.

Xun Mochen seemed to be suddenly touched by the mechanism and strode to her: "Can you still go?" The sound has no temperature and is hard to see.

He has always been the king in the card game. He is superior, killing and making decisions. One move and one game, no one knows what he will do next.

Su Qianmian bit her mouth tightly and didn't say anything. She turned around and left.

As soon as he turned around, big tears fell down.

When Su Qianmian was still in the fourth grade of primary school, once, the mother of a college teacher left the courseware at home, so she called her and asked her to send it immediately.

At that time, she was thin and short. At that time, it was also this kind of snowy weather. The road was icy and snowy. She waited anxiously for the bus, after several twists and turns.

When I arrived at school, the class was over. My mother quarreled with Su Qianmian's father yesterday. She was already in a bad mood. Her face was dark and cold. She didn't care about Su Qianmian's cold red face and said a few words to her.

Su Qianmian's eyes turned red at that time. She turned around and left with her mother's USB flash drive, crying while walking.

I don't know why Su Qianmian suddenly remembered this.

Su Qianmian didn't want to stay here for a moment. She looked at Xun Mochen more and was so angry that she turned around and walked to the door.

Xun Mochen was anxious. A cold face could no longer hold on. He grabbed her wrist and was amazingly strong.

Su Qianmian turned his back to him and said with a nasal voice, "Let go of me. I don't want to see you."

That's probably the most cruel thing she can say to him.

It's not that she can't say harsh words, it's not that she is submissive, but because she is reluctant. But her tone, like a spring in the deep mountains, is cold. Unintentionally, but it hit Xun Mochen's heart more fiercely.

"Let's... break up."

Xun Mochen was stunned.

He didn't expect her to say such a thing at all. No, he knew that he forced him last night. He was too impulsive and rude. He was so annoyed that he couldn't face her. He believed that he would deserve it - she would leave him. But when Su Qianmian said it, he couldn't accept it at all!

When he was stunned, Su Qianmian had shaken his hand and closed the door before he came to his senses.

Xun Mochen felt that something was surging in his heart, which made him feel as uncomfortable as a cat's claws. He always thought that he controlled his feelings well. He tried his best to be with Su Qianmian, but because of an obsession when he was a child. He will treat her well, marry her, and live with her all his life, sweet. But these have nothing to do with love. How to put it, it is neither friendship nor family affection. Just because when he was most painful, she thought of a clear spring, which washed away his turbidity and burning pain. He was eager for her to possess her, and then longed for so many years, and finally got what he wanted.

In psychology, this may be a disease.

But it has nothing to do with love. He has always felt that way.

But now, he looked at Su Qianmian's back, and the whole room suddenly turned gray.

Xun Mochen felt that the development of things was beyond his control.

In fact, he didn't know how to start.

He is a little confused. It seems that he has just discovered this problem. Is he in love with Su Qianmian? Obsession? Brother's protection?

It doesn't seem to be either.

Xun Mochen sat weakly on the sofa and lit a cigarette.

But as soon as he sat down, a voice echoed in his ear, "Sun Mochen! No smoking! It smells terrible."

Xun Mochen impatiently extinguished the cigarette he had just smoked twice on the table and quickly changed his clothes and went out.

At this time, Su Qianmian wiped her tears as she walked. She simply felt sad, and the whole world collapsed.

She hated Xun Mochen to death in her heart.

Why did he force her? Doesn't he know what the Shen family means to her? And Shen Cheng's injury was his own involvement! He also has a heart attack!

I can't hear a word from her, and I don't think about it from her perspective at all, even a little bit!

Thinking of last night, the light in Su Qianmian's eyes went out little by little.

Su Qianmian was immersed in her sadness. At the moment of stepping on the air and falling down, a pair of powerful hands held her.

Su Qianmian looked up and saw Xun Mochen's deep eyes.

His fingers were slender and white, full of strength, and he held her tightly. The exhaled hot air condensed into a white steam in the cold air, which blurred his face.

How can this man be haunted!

Su Qianmian glared at him so angrily.

The red face, because of the wet eyes, stubbornly squeezed his mouth and stared at him angrily.

It's like a fried cat, with soft hair, scratching Xun Mochen's heart.

Xun Mochen wanted to apologize to her, but yesterday he was too... shouldn't have been.

But he suddenly felt very irritable and said angrily, "It's so big that you can fall when you walk? Why didn't I know you still have this skill?

Su Qianmian didn't say anything, but looked at his hand coldly and motioned him to take it away.

Without Su Qianmian's answer, Xun Mochen was even more irritable.

He pulled Su Qianmian hard, pulled her half into his arms, squeezed her chin, and his eyes were tight on her: "You still have a temper, aren't you?"

Something flashed in Su Qianmian's eyes.

She pushed Xun Mochen away, and her tone became colder: "When I like you, you are heaven, earth and king. When I don't like you, you are nothing!"

He didn't care about Shen Cheng. He forced her about what happened last night. She now hates him so much that he should be self-respecting. It seems that the whole world should revolve around him.

Su Qianmian said fiercely. Xun Mochen was very angry. He inserted his waist and licked his lips.

"Okay, I'll let you know what I am."

It was time to go to work. There were a lot of people on the road. They hurried through and couldn't help looking back and looking at a couple kissing on the roadside with a smile.

The man is tall and powerful, handsome and unrestrained. The woman's face is so red that she is dripping blood, and even her ears and neck are pink. Her eyes wide open her eyes, her little hand pushes the man, and finally she doesn't move.

Everyone smiled a little, as if recalling their young and hot-blooded people in those years, or someone at the bottom of their hearts, hurried past them with blessings.

Su Qianmian bit Xun Mochen fiercely, and the sweet and fishy smell permeated their mouths. Xun Mochen was stunned, and then kissed more fiercely.

Su Qianmian couldn't break free, so he raised his leg and pushed it to Xun Mochen's **.

Xun Mochen is very good at it. He had already predicted her movements when Su Qianmian was brewing. A beautiful retreat was two steps away from Su Qianmian.

He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, looked at Su Qianmian fixedly, and suddenly laughed.

"Shallow, wipe your mouth."

Su Qianmian's face became more red, and he was about to bleed. He raised his hand awkwardly and wiped it randomly. Shit! Really...

Su Qianmian's eyes were angry: "A hooligan!"

Xun Mochen kissed in a good mood: "I've done more intimate things, but a kiss is a hooligan?"

Then he frowned: "You are so cruel. I'm useless. How will you spend the rest of your life?"

Su Qianmian looked at him coldly, then turned around and continued to walk.

The author has something to say: The last few chapters are a little heavy, but the abuse is to be more profound. We understand ~ I promise my mother, the hero has to pay off the debts for the past, and it will be fine in the future. HE, let's run with me at ease! ^^