Sleeping With The Wolf: The Dangerous President's Pampered Wife

This parting melancholy lasted until returning to Xun Mochen's villa.

Xun Mochen looked at Su Qianmian, who was gloomy and gloomy: "You look devastated, have you lost money?" Su Qianmian is a big money fanatic, and Xun Mochen knew about it a long time ago.

Su Qianmian shook her head: "A good friend has gone abroad to study, I am very sad."

Xun Mochen frowned.

"He helped me a lot in my novel creation, alas, I will have to fight alone in the future."

Xun Mochen said, "Then let me help you." He said in a generous tone.

Su Qianmian raised her eyebrows, and joked at him recklessly: "Oh? That's really hard for you. What did you learn when you were in college?"

It is really unacceptable for a person engaged in business to guide a literary youth like myself.

Xun Mochen gently stroked the water glass with his slender fingers, and looked at Su Qianmian quietly: In this respect, she is really similar to someone.

"Applied physics and actuaries," he said slowly.

Su Qianmian looked surprised: "Dual degrees? And such an abusive major? Tell me you didn't graduate from a prestigious university."

Xun Mochen smiled wickedly: "Columbia University."

Su Qianmian, who had always been bad at physics, hated Xun Mochen even more.And this disgust reached its peak when Xun Mochen was guiding Su Qianmian's final assignment.

In order to show his talent, Xun Mochen took Su Qianmian's "Advanced Mathematics" to explain. After learning that Su Qianmian was always ridiculed for being bad at mathematics, he resolutely explained it to Su Qianmian. Su Qianmian spent a whole night understanding it, and the next day he was in high spirits Complacent and somewhat proud, he showed off to the class monitor that he knew such advanced math problems.The monitor only said: "Is it helpful for the math final exam?"

Surprised, Su Qianmian shook her head in pain.

The squad leader said oh and left.

When Su Qianmian was cooking in the evening, she threw a lot of salt into it.

Although Xun Mochen's pig-killing knife seemed to be difficult to use in the final exam, it was of great help to Su Qianmian's novel competition.

"Qianqian, come here." Xun Mochen called in the studio.

Xun Mochen likes architecture and is very skillful with his hands. He set up a special studio, which Su Qianmian never expected.Su Qianmian's impression of Xun Mochen has changed.A man in such a position grows flowers and weeds, collects porcelain, and now he can paint... He is never lenient in fighting and killing people, and he is even more invincible in shopping malls. What kind of person is he?

But these Su Qianmian will not show it, as if it is a shame to show his appreciation and admiration for him.

Su Qianmian kicked away Xiao Hei who was pulling her leg, walked into the studio, and shut Xiao Hei out of the door with a bang.

"Don't call me Qianqian! It's like how close I am to you."

Xun Mochen spread his hands: "It's just living together."

"Are you teasing me?" Su Qianmian felt that her temper had grown exponentially since meeting Xun Mochen.

Xun Mochen smiled lightly and remained silent.

Considering that Su Qianmian is very busy recently, Xun Mochen has been ordering takeaway pizza recently, which saves Su Qianmian the time to cook and clean up the room, so that he can concentrate on preparing for exams and competitions.

About Xun Mochen ordering takeaway, Su Qianmian was still surprised.

Because she always felt that a boss of Xun Mochen's level should go in and out of high-end hotels every day, surrounded by a bunch of Yingying and Yanyan, preferably with a bunch of flashing lights, so as to highlight his extraordinaryness.

But the real situation was very different from what she thought. For example, he always went home alone without bringing any woman back, and there was no clue to judge that he had already settled it outside. Could it be that he... can't?
Also, the things in his house are not high-grade, either they don't even have a label, or they have symbols that they have never seen before. They are not at all the branded products that are usually seen on TV.

Also, he actually ate the food she cooked with gusto, and the takeaway was pizza, which really surprised Su Qianmian. It was like discovering that the idol he had always admired had to go to the bathroom. good.

The studio is large and simple, but a little messy. There are some unfinished paintings or line drawings scattered on the floor, but the big platform is neat and tidy. All kinds of pencils, brushes, paints and drawing paper are neatly placed. Various books, and even a detective novel.There are also a few paintings scattered on the table, which belong to Kandinsky.

Xun Mochen picked up the knife and began to sharpen the pencil. His slender, white fingers were well defined, and his expression was serious and focused, and the whole world became quiet.

"Come here." Xun Mochen said.

The sun shines from the rose window and hits his body. He is like a prince standing in the morning light, noble, elegant, handsome, with a charming smile and irresistible tenderness.

So real, so heart-pounding.

"Take it." Xun Mochen handed the pencil to Su Qianmian.

"You want to teach me how to draw?" Su Qianmian asked.

"Literature and painting are both a kind of art. Maybe you can get inspiration from here. Even if you don't have inspiration, it can help you calm down. Seems irritable recently?"

Su Qianmian felt a strange feeling in her heart, looking at Xun Mochen, all the irritability turned into quietness, and in the quietness, only her careful breathing and drumming heartbeat could be heard: "Oh, it's the end of the semester, there are too many things to review, and I'm a little stressed. ' she lied.

Xun Mochen nodded.

Su Qianmian sat beside Xun Mochen with a pencil.

"Remember the picture of the snake eating the elephant in The Little Prince?"

"Remember." Su Qianmian said.

"Others may see it as a hat, or they may not understand it at all, because their thinking is not on the same frequency as the child's 'I'-this is a common thing, some people are always difficult to figure out- But 'I' have fun when I draw because 'I' draw what 'I' think, and it's so different.”

"Painting is a process of enjoying loneliness - you like it very much..." Xun Mochen looked up at Su Qianmian.

"Planet B612." Su Qianmian replied.

Xun Mochen smiled, "Yes, planet B612 has 43 sunsets a day. Look, you can understand what I want to say now. If it were someone else, they might say, 'I like pizza'."

Su Qianmian couldn't help but laugh.

Xun Mochen gently held Su Qianmian's hand, and drew a simple portrait on the white paper, long hair, slanted bangs, a lively and lovely girl like sunshine.

Su Qianmian didn't know what she was doing at all, all her energy was concentrated on the big hand covering her little hand.

Outside the window is the endless blue sea and the same endless blue sky. Where the sea and the sky meet, there are bursts of waves, like heartbeats, like the fluttering white curtains. It hits the face instantly, with a light salty smell and bursts of refreshing .

Suddenly, Su Qianmian thought of eternity.

Xun Mochen said lightly: "Life is like a watercolor painting. If we make a wrong step, our future goals may deviate from the original blueprint, but we can't start over. We try our best to make up for it, but we can't go back to the beginning, and we can't get perfection. You can only accept the flaws or give up."

Su Qianmian didn't expect him to say these things suddenly. Although she didn't quite understand, she really wanted to know: "Then what will you do? Give up or continue?" Su Qianmian asked.

Xun Mochen's face can be seen very clearly when he is close at hand. It is carved like a knife, but it exudes the clear light of a cold and sharp blade.

Cold, gentle, and resolute.

Xun Mochen: "I won't let this happen."

"But what if it happens?—you know, I'm just saying if."

Xun Mochen thought about it for a while: "I will destroy them all."

Su Qianmian looked at him a little disappointed, feeling a little sad for some reason.

Xun Mochen sat down and drew quickly. The characters on the drawing paper changed rapidly with the dancing of his fingers. In almost a few minutes, the original painting no longer existed, and a mature and intellectual beauty appeared on the paper.

Xun Mochen looked at it with a frown, threw it away, and began to seriously draw the French windows, the flowing curtains, and the blue sea in front of him.

"But painting is also very self-centered, because what you want to express is your own ideas, and you don't really care about other people's opinions, because only you understand what you want to paint - the premise is that you want to be an artist instead of selling paintings - selling Painting is for life, while artists need to endure loneliness."

Su Qianmian's dream is to make a lot of money, and deep down, she has always dreamed of being a writer.She clenched her fists secretly, and said with a smile: "Geniuses are lonely, I understand. However, although there are similarities between creating novels and painting, my novels will definitely sell well one day, and I will become a famous novelist." Su Qianmian raised her head, her eyes began to shine again.