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

It was pouring rain.

Su Qianmian was drenched all over, and one of her sandals was broken.She simply took it all off, and walked on the bluestone slab with bare feet, comforting herself as she walked, this is called walking in the rain, and it's not bad.

However, going out for a walk in the light rain is called flirting, and coming out in such a heavy rain is called courting death.

Most people are sitting leisurely under the eaves, chatting with family or friends, and enjoying the rainy scenery with a smile.

The raindrops hit Su Qianmian's body a little painfully, and they fell down overwhelmingly, and quickly merged into a stream, rushing to the distance.

Moisture, fog, and thick water vapor are like layers of curtains, covering one mountain and two mountains.

"Shallow!"

His voice seemed to be drowned out by the pattering rain, but she recognized it immediately and turned to look to the left.

Her alley is north-south, his is east-west.The alley is so narrow, and their intersection is only so small, it is impossible to meet each other by one more second or one less second.

Xun Mochen was holding an umbrella, but it seemed that he had been looking for her for a long time, and most of his body was wet.

He looked at the petite figure in the heavy rain, and ran towards her eagerly, but she ran away.

Su Qianmian has never hated Xun Mochen's slender legs as much as now.He arrived at her side in three or two steps, grabbed her, and yelled at her: "Who are you running!"

Su Qianmian glared at him, struggling with fists and kicks: "Let go! If you don't let go, I'll call you!"

Xun Mochen was funny: what's it called?Call for help?
"Help! Someone is playing hooligans!" Su Qianmian yelled.

Does she know what she is doing? !Do you have to walk back by yourself in such a heavy rain?

Su Qianmian tried her best to walk in her original direction, trying to break free from his hand.

"It's the other way around!" Tian Yuan said in the direction behind him.

Su Qianmian looked back at him, her chest heaved violently, she was silent for two seconds, then walked in Xun Mochen's direction.

Of course Xun Mochen was so happy, he put his arm around her shoulder and covered her head with the umbrella.

But she was still soaked, he planned to hide in the house in front of him, and then find clean clothes for her.

After taking a few steps, Su Qianmian took advantage of Xun Mochen's relaxation of vigilance, suddenly bent down, quickly flashed out of his embrace, and ran away, just like he was a big tiger eating people.

Heh, will the golden cicada escape its shell?Really underestimated her.

Xun Mochen's throat throbbed several times, but he finally held back and went up to chase her, only to see her feet like lotus roots running across the cold rain and blue stone slabs.

He squinted his eyes, and his dark and deep eyes seemed to be brewing a storm.

"Su Qianmian." Neither salty nor bland, neither light nor heavy.

But it caused the heartbeat to stop suddenly, and even the breathing was suppressed as much as possible.

"What about the shoes?"

Su Qianmian stood still, but bowed her head in silence, annoyed with him.

"You don't love yourself so much, how can you make others love you!" He was really angry.

Su Qianmian froze, unable to react for a while.

The sound of splashing rain, rushing water, rushing down, rushing down, freezes for a moment, called a sigh.

Xun Mochen picked up Su Qianmian and walked into the nearest house.

Su Qianmian seemed very well-behaved and didn't struggle.

There lived an old lady in the house, with the door open, watching the rain from the aisle.Xun Mochen and Su Qianmian, a pair of Transformers, rushed in rashly and were taken aback.

"I'm sorry, my girlfriend got caught in the rain, I hope I can tidy up here with you." His voice was calm and unwavering.

The old man is getting old and can't hear: "What?"

Xun Mochen had no choice but to whisper in her ear again: "My girlfriend!" He pointed at Su Qianmian: "It's wet!"

If it was Su Qianmian in normal times, with his sense of pride and mission as a writer, he would definitely criticize him: What kind of broken words!Then correct him: I am not your girlfriend!

But now she didn't respond at all, the clothes were sticking to her body, and the rainwater flowed down, meandering from the door to her and his feet, forming one piece.Her thin and frail shoulders trembled slightly, she lowered her head and said nothing.The rain dripped down the cheeks from the chin and fell into the chest.

The old lady understood the purpose of the two people's visit, and greeted them warmly: "Oh~ don't be cold, come in quickly."

The old lady is still in good health, and without a walking stick, she got up and walked into the house: "I'll find you some clothes to change into. You don't pay attention when you are young, but you will be affected when you are old, especially in the rain..." The old man babbled.

Su Qianmian lowered her head and remained silent.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing." Her voice was almost inaudible.

"Who bullied you?" He felt her abnormality and asked eagerly, pressing his forehead against hers, forcing her to look at him.

Su Qianmian had no strength to fight against him, so she had to let him bully her chest fiercely, as if she had made up her mind: "You, let me go, please..."

He said nothing, but tightened his hands.

Su Qianmian wanted to escape, but couldn't struggle. She was filled with grievances, and her eyes turned red instantly.

"You're making me sick like this..."

"I'm sorry." His business was a little dull and dull, but he still didn't intend to put her down.

"Can you change your clothes first?"

Su Qianmian shook her head: "I don't want to be with you."

Xun Mochen's heart suddenly turned cold.He can bear everything, but he can't bear her not being around.

He stopped in his tracks, looking at her with tears streaming down his face, his heart felt like a knife.

Su Qianmian broke free from Xun Mochen's embrace, and stood on the ground with bare feet, coldness penetrated from the soles of her feet, and she felt bursts of pain in her lower abdomen.

When Xun Mochen stepped forward, she took a step back, as if she was trying to fight for something, she endured it, but she couldn't hold it back, and immediately turned her head.

She ran away again and again, but she couldn't escape from his palm. When he said a word, a flower bloomed in her heart. When he smiled, the whole sky was filled with sunshine.

Xun Mochen sighed deeply: How did he know?He thought he was sane and calm enough, he thought he would never be disturbed.

He closed his eyes and clenched his fists slightly.

Xun Mochen's white shirt was completely wet and stuck to his body, revealing a firm and sexy chest.The jet-black hair was in strands, dripping water from the ends of the hair, and the water vapor was dense.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already too deep for people to see clearly.

Xun Mochen helped her straighten the hair sticking to her face, rubbed her face lightly, and said in a gentle tone, "Can you change your clothes first?"

He picked her up again, making her unable to break free, walking steadily and piously every step of the way.

The old lady brought dry towels for them, and also found the clothes of her and her late wife who were said to be very young—the clothes worn by people in their seventies and eighties. local color.

The two thanked each other and changed their clothes.