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

Xiao Hei's hair hadn't been trimmed for a long time, Su Qianmian straightened it while watching TV with a comb, burst out laughing twice, shook his hand a little harder, and Xiao Hei wailed.The more Su Qianmian watched, the more absorbed he became, the overwhelmed Xiao Hei wanted to run restlessly, but he was pulled by his hair and clashed left and right, which finally angered Su Qianmian and was threatened: "If you move again, I will sleep in your own bed tonight!"

Xiao Hei lowered his head and wanted to sneak towards Su Qianmian's bedroom, but Su Qianmian blocked him: "You are not allowed to sleep in the bedroom today!"

Just as Xun Mochen opened the door and came in, he raised his head to meet Su Qianmian's words.

The atmosphere was really awkward.

Xun Mochen lowered his head, changed his shoes, and loosened his tie: "Why don't you just find someone to send it away." He had wanted to do this a long time ago.

Xiao Hei groaned and paralyzed on the ground without moving.

Xun Mochen's slender legs stepped over Xiao Hei who was pretending to be dead, and asked, "Do you know Wang Lu?"

Su Qianmian froze for a moment: "?"

"From your school."

"Oh, yes, the principal's daughter. She and I represent Shuren University in the National Undergraduate Fiction Contest. She looks very pretty." Su Qianmian thought, Xun Mochen's company recently had a cooperation project with Shuren University, and it happened that she met the principal. Xiao Yanran's daughter is also understandable...

After Xun Mochen left this sentence, he didn't have anything to say. He ate and slept as usual, but Su Qianmian felt like something was tickling him. He really wanted to grab Xun Mochen and ask if he liked Wang Lu. If he liked, she could match her up... …

When she arrived at school the next day, Su Qianmian's thoughts became stronger, and it was also accompanied by emotions such as jealousy, sadness and loss.

Because the Kyushu Multinational Group has strong funds, more than one billion funds were put in place almost immediately after signing the contract, and all the work was ready. Therefore, on this sunny and auspicious day, the leaders of both parties jointly cut the wasteland to start construction. Hibiscus, marks the beginning of construction.

Because the person present in Kyushu this time is the youngest president of an international group so far, all the high-level executives of Shuren University surrounded him tremblingly, and for safety reasons, they began to pull up the cordon within a radius of ten miles, three miles away, like the most heavily guarded. Castle, the president of the Kyushu Empire Group, is that lofty and glamorous emperor.

Except for a group of senior leaders, experts and staff aged five or sixty years old with bald heads and big bellies, only the headmaster's daughter accompanied her.

In the cafeteria and in the supermarket, there are live broadcasts of ribbon cutting everywhere. Wherever there are people, the big event must be discussed, especially Xun Mochen, who is the protagonist, even gossips about Wang Lu who is beside him.

Handsome, amazingly gorgeous, god-man, idol, emperor...it can't even be described as screaming.

This kind of excitement was like the pesticide sprayed by the plane, which infected the whole school and broke the layers of security guards.

Su Qianmian in the cafeteria looked at the big screen, a little lost in thought.

Shen Cheng said to himself: "Did you see that every time this lord appears in public, there must be nine Rolls-Royces following him. Do you know why? Because he is in a high position, he is always troubled, maybe He was assassinated when he was assassinated, so the nine Rolls-Royces are a cover-up, and the enemy has no way of judging which car he got into. The seemingly glamorous life, in fact, is licking blood on the tip of a knife every step of the way, like walking on thin ice."

It's rare for Shen Cheng to say such in-depth analysis, Su Qianmian listened with fascination.

"Do you know why it is nine? There is no scientific basis, just because nine is the most noble number, representing the 'Nine Five'."

"So that's the case." Su Qianmian followed the row of black low-key luxury cars leaving the school, and said blankly.I don't know if I agree with Shen Cheng's analysis or if I am deeply aware of the gap between myself and Xun Mochen.

The wind in autumn is very dry, because of the destruction of vegetation, it is not as wet as in previous years, and it also brings sand.Sufficient sunshine and whistling hot wind make people feel at a loss and unable to lift their spirits.

The ribbon-cutting segment began to be played repeatedly on the big screen, and everyone was re-enchanted with every move, word and deed of the god-man beyond the scope of their imagination.

Shen Cheng looked at the big screen and took a sip of the soup: "Tsk tsk, Xiao Lulu is usually pretty, and she dresses up like a star, which is a good match for the president of the empire. One is innocent and cute, and the other has a successful career..." Shen Cheng started to run out of words after using two idioms, and finally clicked his tongue twice to express his exclamation, which was counted as the end.

Su Qianmian felt unhappy and said, "Beauties are common but talented women are rare. Men can't think with their lower body. This is an insult to women."

Shen Cheng was serious: "It's a common phenomenon for men to value a woman's appearance, not to mention that you women are also like this, it's human nature!"

Su Qianmian stopped talking and ate in silence.

Shen Cheng still refused to let go: "What's more, Wang Lu won the final qualification of the novel competition, which can be regarded as a proof of a talented woman." After finishing speaking, he finally ate to his heart's content, and suddenly thought of something in the middle of eating: "It is said that this Xun The president likes the loli type, maybe little Lulu can fly on a branch and become a phoenix!"

Su Qianmian was stuck, and finally felt so sad that she couldn't eat anymore.

Although Xun Mochen said before that he would come back late, when he returned to the villa and stayed alone until dark, the empty house was still only himself, Su Qianmian was still uncontrollably disappointed.

The clock on the wall pointed to eleven o'clock, but Xun Mochen still didn't come back.

After the ribbon cutting, a large group of people drove to the only super five-star hotel, followed by Xiao Lulu.

He likes loli, or it can be understood as being eighteen or nineteen years old, innocent and cute, not familiar with the world, the two fell in love at first sight, the hotel also has supporting room facilities besides meals...

Did he bring Wang Lu home after this dinner?Su Qianmian yawned, with tears in her eyes.The ancients said that this is probably what they described when they saw this beloved man on this evening or any other day.
Su Qianmian turned around on the sofa, thinking about gossip about Xun Mochen and Wang Lu, but in the end she didn't know how far they had progressed, which was really bad.

And this bad mood, I don't know how to resolve it, and I don't want to tell anyone, so it becomes more and more sour like fermentation.

After struggling all night, the sun still rose as usual the next day, no different from before.

Su Qianmian got up from the sofa, stretched her muscles and bones, but found that she had a stiff neck, and turned her body mechanically to wash up: Sure enough, there was an unexplainable situation, and she didn't come back all night.

Before leaving, he glanced at Xun Mochen's slippers in the hallway, and slammed the door to go out.

Su Qianmian went to look for her instructor, Huo Haiying, with the materials she had collected and the draft of the novel.

Huo Haiying is a young, goal-oriented, hard-working, and talented female professor. Su Qianmian likes her very much.

Huo Haiying took Su Qianmian's novel and glanced at it like a cleaner sweeping fallen leaves: "Not at all. I really wonder how you made it to the finals, or is the overall literary level of young people already at this point?" Professor Huo Haiying He has always been strict, and bin Laden has a nickname among students: Terrorist!
Su Qianmian was aggrieved in her heart, but she still respected Professor Huo Haiying and asked for advice: "What needs to be revised?"

"The idea is not good, it is plain without depth, and the text expression is not good."

That is useless.Su Qianmian thought.

"It may be slow to enter the topic at the beginning, but it is essential to exaggerate the tone of the entire article. Metaphors are also used later. Will the professor read it too quickly?"

Professor Huo Haiying looked at Su Qianmian and smiled: "Dare to question me, that's good."

Although it was praise, Su Qianmian still trembled.

"But it doesn't work, it doesn't work, there's no novelty and depth at all." Huo Haiying threw the notebook back to Su Qianmian: "Is there any class in the afternoon?"

Su Qianmian looked at the notebook that was treated so contemptuously and casually, as if she had been insulted, her stubborn and strong heart began to wake up.

"No."

"That's good. You can come up with ideas in my office. There are so many books here. It is estimated that many of them are not available outside, and you don't have to worry about the lack of materials. If you think of one, show it to me. I have to approve it in the office today. Homework." Professor Huo said holding a dozen final papers.

After Professor Huo finished speaking, she ignored her. Su Qianmian stood aside and got angry with herself for a while, then started frantically looking for books that were useful to her, constantly writing, reading, and thinking, and writing down immediately when she got inspiration.

The whole morning was spent busy, Su Qianmian didn't even go down for lunch, just to come up with a beautiful idea to show Huo Haiying.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Professor Huo came to work slowly after taking a nap. At this time, Su Qianmian was waiting for Professor Huo with her notebook: "Professor, this is my outline, please read it."

Professor Huo glanced at the notebook in Su Qianmian's hand, and then at the messy books on the desk that hadn't been tidied up in time. He didn't speak, and showed no expression. He took Su Qianmian's notebook and quickly browsed it: "You are participating in the literature The competition is not a professional paper submission to the Economic Times, let alone if you don't know the profession, painting a tiger is not a kind of anti-dog."

Su Qianmian was a little embarrassed holding the notebook.

"It's okay. I don't have talent. Can I use hard work to make up for it? Keep going." Professor Huo didn't seem to have a good nap, so he sat down on the office chair after a few perfunctory words, and started working listlessly.

Su Qianmian was a little disappointed.She has always been considered to be extremely talented in literature, but she is so evaluated by professionals.

Thinking about Xun Mochen, a suppressed emotional chest slowly swelled.

The second idea came out very quickly, Su Qianmian completed the concept setting in only one hour.

Professor Huo saw it faster, threw it aside and killed it.

Then Su Qianmian supported her with her hands, and stayed in a daze until she left without any new ideas.

Just like yesterday, Xun Mochen still didn't come back.

Su Qianmian began to suspect that she had never known this person before, did he have many places to live, just like his nine Rolls-Royces, and then naturally forgot about this place?That's pretty good, I can stand up as a serf and sing.

The TV news is broadcasting the follow-up report of Shuren-Jiuzhou Project, and it is no surprise that Xun Mochen, who rarely appears in public, is introduced again. All-powerful, even IT giants appreciate it.But what is surprising is that the entertainment industry, which has always been eager to randomly combine celebrities and celebrities for hype, did not report on such influential figures.

Su Qianmian turned on the computer and typed in the words Xun Mochen. Baidu Encyclopedia's explanation was very official. The date of birth, growth experience, achievements and honors, was dry and pale, at least not as exciting as Shencheng's "Nine Rolls-Royces" .

Looking at the quiet and sharp Xun Mochen on the computer, Su Qianmian felt strange. He was a person living in the sky, and it was already a luxury to touch the corner of his clothes.

Su Qianmian returned to her bedroom, feeling bored, she began to pack her clothes.The contract is magical, it should no longer exist.

It was Xun Mochen who left by himself, not her fault.

Finally liberated.

I should have been happy, but I felt empty inside.