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

"It's so uncomfortable..." Su Qianmian had a splitting headache.

Xun Mochen lightly pecked her lips: "Tell me, what's wrong?"

His kiss made her feel confused, but the picture in her head was so complex, chaotic, yet clear.

Like she experienced it firsthand.Just some pictures, she can feel a strong sadness.

She avoided his kiss, nestled into his chest, and pointed to her own chest with her fingers.

Xun Mochen kneaded the softness of her chest, and there were staggered and ambiguous red marks on her snow-white skin.

The maple leaf forest seemed to be on fire, red and red, burning through half of the sky.

Xun Mochen had black hair and dark eyes, and the seriousness and persistence in his eyes locked her tightly, making it impossible for her to escape.

Su Qianmian's heart throbbed in pain. Even though she was drunk, she still tried her best to endure the sadness and fragility. She stretched out her soft and white arms to hug Xun Mochen, and sobbed softly, "Don't let me go, okay?"

"Okay." He replied without hesitation, while taking off her clothes one by one.

She turned over and stuck to his body: "You know what? I actually hate them."

Xun Mochen paused his hand, and asked cautiously: "Who are they?"

"They're all gone...I'm so scared..." Su Qianmian answered irrelevantly.

Xun Mochen pulled Su Qianmian into his arms: "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm alone, I don't belong to anyone, and no one belongs to me...It's so empty..." Su Qianmian's voice seemed to be squeezed out of her chest, and every word was full of fine wounds.

"I hate my dad and my mom..." She buried her head in his arms.

"But I miss them so much..."

Xun Mochen's body was stiff, as if the fiery passion/desire had been poured into a basin of water, it was completely extinguished with a puff, leaving only a piece of dead ashes, and he laughed at him frantically.

"and also……"

Xun Mochen stiffened, like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced: "What else?" His voice was low and unsteady.

"I don't know, I don't know..." Those intermittent blurry images were something she had never experienced before, but they clearly appeared in her mind, occupying her head.

Su Qianmian cried in a low voice, talking intermittently about the lingering bits and pieces in her heart.

Xun Mochen hugged Su Qianmian, his body was broken like a burnt dry wood.

Her sadness was all caused by him, he should get out of her life, what right does he have to own her?

But people are greedy, and he is both greedy and selfish. In order to get this person in his arms, he has already turned his back on God and chose to be with the devil.

Xun Mochen pulled up the quilt, covered Su Qianmian, and hugged her tightly: "Qianqian, go to sleep."

Others called her Qianqian, and he also called her Qianqian, but his words contained doting and love.

Su Qianmian seemed to be encouraged, and cried more and more presumptuously in his arms.Tears wet his chest and burned his heart.

Shallow, shallow...

Su Qianmian was physically and mentally exhausted, drunk again, and soon fell asleep.Xun Mochen suffered from insomnia all night.Seeing Dongfang getting whiter, the tumbling waves in his eyes also gradually calmed down.No one knew what he was thinking.

When Su Qianmian opened her eyes, she saw something strange, and there was some familiarity in the strangeness.This situation is a bit weird.

She quietly closed her eyes again.

Take a deep breath.

But that didn't help her remember what had happened.

Su Qianmian suddenly brightened up: I couldn't be...

She threw off the quilt violently, and there was a bang, and her mind was blank like a thunderclap.

She... was wearing a men's cotton T-shirt, which barely covered the bottom of her thighs... She really wanted to hug the pipa and half-covered her face, which made her nose bleed!

And almost at the same time, the door was opened, Xun Mochen was dressed in white, black trousers, cotton slippers, dressed at home, and looked a little careless, but blushed instantly, stared at the quilt she had lifted, and stared straight away.

Su Qianmian was extremely surprised, the blush on her face had spread to the base of her neck, smoke was coming from her head, and she pulled up the quilt awkwardly, like a woman from a good family who was about to be raped, she covered herself tightly, her eyes were burning with rage.

Xun Mochen stood awkwardly at the door, neither walking nor entering.

Su Qianmian's voice trembled: "How did I put it on?"

Xun Mochen touched his nose, thinking about how to answer to calm her down.In the end, it was better to tell the truth.

"I, put it on for you. That's my T-shirt."

But he still wants to explain.

"You know, I'm already 27, and all kinds of cognitions are relatively..." He gesticulated in an attempt to be more subtle.But in the final analysis, isn't it just to express that he has seen countless women, Su Qianmian's gaze has become more and more cold.

"I... Actually, I can change your clothes without looking at them."

Su Qianmian stared at him, like an interrogation.

Xun Mochen shrugged: "Of course I didn't miss it."

In fact, not only did he not look at it, he even touched her all over, almost eating her.

His eyes were clear, as if he didn't feel remorse or anxiety about this matter, so he just accepted Su Qianmian's scrutiny.

But he was worried because he didn't know what Su Qianmian was thinking.

Su Qianmian took a deep breath, her eyes were red, and her voice trembled: "Give me my clothes."

"Yesterday you got drunk and vomited all over your body. I've already washed it."

Depend on!Is it so embarrassing for me to be drunk?
Wait, he said he washed her?Su Qianmian wanted to laugh a little, this person born with a golden spoon in his mouth can wash clothes?What is he trying to do!

Next to him was his suit, which was flat and without any wrinkles.Su Qianmian had an idea, and glared at him: "Haven't you seen enough?!" Hurry up and get out.

Xun Mochen turned his face and looked at the foot of the bookcase: "Qianqian," he seemed to have something to say, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Su Qianmian covered herself tightly with the quilt, emphasizing every word: "Xun Mochen, you have a girlfriend! What do you think I am? What do you think I am!"

Xun Mochen looked up at her, with a little light in his eyes: "Qianqian, my girlfriend can only be you."

"Shut up!" Su Qianmian said angrily, "You, go away!"

Even if he was extremely angry, he couldn't bear to speak harsh words to him.Su Qianmian felt a sense of sadness in her heart.

Xun Mochen didn't say anything else, and closed the door for her, standing outside the door without moving.

Su Qianmian felt extremely tired, and this period of time seemed to be particularly unlucky, maybe she should go to that incense-filled temple to ask for an amulet.

Xun Mochen's bedroom is very large, one part is a special sleeping area, and the other part is used for half leisure and half reading, separated by a soft partition like fabric in the middle.Su Qianmian tore off this black and white fabric, tied it around her waist, and made a simple skirt, then put on his suit, and took out her purse: Well, the wallet is also here, very good.

Su Qianmian dressed like the trendiest catwalk model, with a feminine long skirt and the most masculine suit on her upper body. The overall black and white and silver gray, elegant and dignified, revealing a bit of lightness and simplicity.And her eyes, is a kind of silence.

Su Qianmian looked around the room: This is Xun Mochen's room, she knew it.She used to be so curious and caring about him, quietly observing his room, the books he read, how he looked online, his fingers tapping the mouse, the corners of his smiling mouth, the slight wrinkle when he ate the meal he made for the first time brow...

Su Qianmian moved the stool to the window, stepped on it, opened the window, and jumped down.

There was no movement in the house for a long time.Xun Mochen heard a slight noise, and then a muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

"Shallow?" He was a little worried and anxious.

No one answered.

"Qianqian?" He put his hand on the handle, as if the door would open in a second.

Sting -!The sound of cloth being torn.

Xun Mochen didn't hesitate anymore, he opened the door abruptly, and then saw the open window, and Su Qianmian who had already arrived on the road.

But Qianqian, it was you who told me not to let you go