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

After Xun Mochen left in the morning, Su Qianmian packed her things. Although there were not many, there was still a big box. She pulled it to the side of the road with great effort, took a taxi, and returned to school.

Xun Mochen, I'm sorry, the Shen family is like family, I can't be with people who hurt my family.

Su Qianmian bought a new mobile phone, and just after inserting the SIM card, she received a text message from Xun Mochen, and the date was today.

"Porridge is hot in the kitchen."

Su Qianmian's eye sockets turned red all of a sudden.She is sleepy and would rather not have breakfast to sleep more.

At the beginning, Xun Mochen didn't eat breakfast, it was because he spent more time on the road after he moved to the villa, time was tight, and seeing Su Qianmian sleeping sweetly, he couldn't bear to call her.Later, she found out that the girl used all her breakfast time to sleep, so she started eating breakfast at home: Su Qianmian had no choice but to get up early, make it, and then eat with him.

But then it gradually evolved into that she continued to sleep, and he got up earlier and made breakfast for her to eat.

The world is so big that there are no wonders, but there are still such sad creditors, and they are willing to do so.

Su Qianmian sniffed and told herself secretly that she could not surrender.

Her manuscript was almost finished, so she went to Huo Haiying for the final evaluation.

Huo Haiying was tidying up the office. Her most important things—books—had been shipped out in batches, and the rest were trivial. Tidying up, packing, and busy mess.

Because Professor Huo Haiying put the books neatly, other things are very messy.

When handing over the work to the new director, it was like recruiting a thief.

Su Qianmian stood at the door, not knowing what to do.

There was a thin layer of sweat on Huo Haiying's forehead, and he said to Su Qianmian at the door, "Come on, come on, help me tidy up." Su Qianmian came and just hired her as a free labor force.

Su Qianmian put the manuscript aside, helped tidy it up, and sighed: It's not suitable to go out today!
Huo Haiying regards the office as his second home, with spider plants, tortoises, photo frames... everything is really there.

This feeling is like looking at flowers, obviously three big and five thick, insisting on being charming; even though I am usually strict with myself, but I like these soft and tender things...

After finally tidying up almost everything, large and small boxes were piled up neatly, Professor Huo waved his hand: "Let's go, let's eat!"
They sat down at the Baker's Burger at the school gate. Because they were too tired, both of them waited weakly for their meal.

"Her?" A girl wearing a beret at the window pointed at Su Qianmian.

Another girl hurriedly held the beret's fingers back: "Don't be seen."

The beret shrugged indifferently, and deliberately increased his voice: "Don't be afraid of what people say if you can do it. It's really shameless to hook up with old men and sell yourself as a mistress."

Su Qianmian naturally didn't think it was about her: she had never done it before.But ever since Xun Mochen came to school once, someone poked her in the back.

The eyes of the two girls were like the spirits behind her, making her feel like a light on her back: I am a decent girl, who can bear these gossips innocently?
Huo Haiying naturally heard it too, but she didn't judge arbitrarily, but pretended she didn't hear anything, and asked Su Qianmian with a smile: "I'm a sophomore, do you have a date?"

"Hmm...no." Su Qianmian answered with a lack of interest, her eyes darkened.

Huo Haiying raised his eyebrows: It seems that there is something wrong.

When their order came, they ate and stopped talking about such things.

After dinner, when the two parted ways, Su Qianmian remembered that she was going to read the manuscript for Professor Huo Haiying, but when they returned to the office, the office was clean and tidy, and the desk was spotless—of course, there was no Su Qianmian's manuscript.

Su Qianmian was in a hurry, Huo Haiying grabbed her and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, don't you have a backup?"

"This kind of article, I like to write by hand, on paper..."

With a sullen face, she almost said "you pay me" to Huo Haiying.

Huo Haiying felt quite embarrassed, he dragged the little girl to tidy up the room... Could it be that he threw it away as trash?
Huo Haiying immediately shook his head: You must not tell Su Qianmian like this, she will fight herself desperately.

"What does your manuscript look like?" Huo Haiying asked.

"Five pieces of letter paper, our school's letter paper."

"Oh..." Huo Haiying thought: "I seem to have seen it before, um... I thought it was my previous love letter, put it in the book."

"..."

Huo Haiying's remaining books are more cherished, and he plans to move them by himself.

She opened a box: "Let's look through it, maybe you'll find it if you look it up."

Su Qianmian looked at her: coaxing the child?A box of books too!
Huo Haiying looked up at the sky, innocent.

The two of them took out the books one by one and rummaged through them.

Su Qianmian didn't flip through a few books. When she saw a yellowed book, she thought it was unlikely, so she flipped through it casually, but a photo fell out.

Su Qianmian picked up the photo and looked at it carefully.

They also have this photo.It was my dad's high school graduation photo.

Huo Haiying heard that Su Qianmian was motionless, looked up, and saw her holding the photo, looking at him in astonishment.

Found?Huo Haiying smiled, put the book in his hands aside, and walked to Su Qianmian's side: "This is my high school graduation photo. There is your father on it, did you see it?"

Su Qianmian didn't know that Huo Haiying and her father were high school classmates, and she didn't know that she already knew that her father and her were high school classmates, and even more didn't know that Huo Haiying had such an attitude towards her father.

The long-lost kindness and trust.

Su Qianmian didn't know how to react, and she stuttered: "You, you already knew?"

Huo Haiying didn't answer, but felt a little ashamed: "Your father is upright, and your mother is strong and kind. I'm really sorry that I couldn't help you in your most difficult time."

Look, Dad, there are still a lot of good people in the world.People who really know you believe in you.And they treat me very well and take good care of me.

"Just ask what you want to know, for example, what was your dad like in high school? The most embarrassing thing?"

The golden chrysanthemums are gradually fading, but the fiery red mandala is in full swing.

Datura is not like other plants, the whole flower falls off, but the petals slowly wither one by one until the end of life.

Such a cautious way of withering is just like people's attitude of pursuing their ideal partner. The red camellia makes people feel warm and full of life.A faint fragrance, refreshing.

They talked until the sun went down.

"Okay, I've given you so much information, shouldn't you also tell me something about yourself? Like your boyfriend?"

Su Qianmian glanced at her: gossip is a common problem of women, regardless of age.

"They all said no more."

Huo Haiying smiled without saying a word, and began to sort out the books.

"I'll take a good look at your article tonight, and I'll give it to you tomorrow." While speaking, he stood up, as if he was about to go home.

When we were young, we would always encounter one thing or another, bewildered and painful, and hope that someone can give us some pointers. Even if we can’t suddenly see the light, comfort and encouragement will double our confidence.

"Hey!" Su Qianmian called Huo Haiying out of her voice.

The corner of Huo Haiying's mouth twitched: Success~
"What if, I mean, if you meet someone you can love, but you are afraid that you can't grasp it, what should you do?"

She was secretive and asked cautiously, as if she was afraid that others would see her heart.

Huo Haiying patted Su Qianmian's little head: "How much love is left in the world, and the world will change forever. Do happy things with lovers. Don't ask whether it is fate or fate."

Do happy things with lovers, don't ask whether it is fate or calamity.