President Satan, don't love me

Chapter 40 Can't change my dislike for him
She then hung up the call with a headset and looked towards the shadow in the darkness.

"Mr. Qiao, standing there at night will scare people to death."

"Where did you go and why did you come back?"

Without even thinking about it, she lied and said, "I went for a walk after dinner, to digest my food."

"You really remember eating and not beating, so you're not afraid of being in danger again?"

An Ran twitched the corner of her mouth, stepped forward, and opened the door.

"Did you not bring the key?"

He didn't answer, and followed into the house.

She turned on the light in the living room.

When she changed her shoes, he approached her, and she smelled alcohol on him.

After changing her shoes, she took two steps forward, avoiding his approach as if nothing had happened.

"Mr. Qiao smells of alcohol."

She put down the key, walked to the table, poured a glass of water and handed it to him.

The two had a tacit understanding, and neither of them talked about the unhappiness a week ago.

Qiao Yuchen took a couple of sips from the water glass, and sat down on the sofa.

"How is your work these days? Are you still used to it?"

"all good."

On her face is still that smile that rejects people thousands of miles away.

Qiao Yuchen stared at her for a long time.

Finally, he patted the place next to him: "Come and sit."

"I ate too much tonight, let's stand for a while."

"Are you afraid that I will eat you?"

"I'm such a big person, you can't finish it."

"Were you so uncute when you were with Qiao Yuren before?"

When you were with Qiao Yuren?

She raised her eyes and looked out of the dark floor-to-ceiling windows.

At that time, she was seventeen or eighteen years old.

Full of longing for life and the future.

At that time, she was sitting on the back seat of his bicycle, and her laughter could penetrate half the sky.

At that time...

She frowned, then shook her head and smiled: "No, I was very cute back then."

Qiao Yuchen's face turned cold: "Forget it, there's no need to talk about it, I'm too lazy to listen to your silly stories about dating in your teenage years."

"You want to hear it, and I don't want to talk about it," she said with a lazy fight.

"It's getting late, I'm going upstairs to take a shower, remember to lock the door when Mr. Qiao leaves."

"My drivers have all gone back. Are you going to let me drink and drive?"

An Ran looked at him with a calm expression: "Then I'll help you clean up the room, Qiao always wants to sleep on the first floor or the second floor."

"I'll sleep wherever you sleep."

An Ran gritted her teeth: "Qiao Yuchen, don't you feel tired like this? An Xin is not enough for you to accompany you?"

"This is my own business, don't worry about it, Ma'am, don't you want to take a bath?"

She didn't move, but looked at him angrily.

"Why, do you want to wash with me?"

She turned around and walked upstairs without even wanting to look at him.

She locked the bathroom door and was halfway through the shower when her phone rang.

She glanced at the number that Fu Ruchu called her just now.

She picked up the phone: "Mr. Fu, are you done?"

"Yes, the meeting is very simple, but it is urgent. You have arrived home safely."

"Yes."

"Why is there the sound of water?"

"Oh... I'm taking a shower."

Fu Ruchu smiled: "It seems that I hit the wrong time."

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm almost done washing anyway."

"Then you wash it first. This number is my private number. If you need anything in the future, you can call me on this number."

"Okay, then... goodbye, Mr. Fu."

"Good night."

After hanging up the phone, she wiped her hands and saved Fu Ruchu's number.

She wiped herself with a bath towel, changed into her pajamas, and went out.

Qiao Yuchen was already in the room.

He is also brushing his hair.

An Ran glanced at him, without making a sound, went straight to the makeup table and sat down, applying skin care products on her face.

"Who called you just now?"

An Ran looked at him from the mirror: "Well, a friend."

"man?"

"Yes."

"You are calm."

"Just make a phone call, and you won't get pregnant. There's nothing you can't be calm about."

After she finished speaking, she got up, patted her cheek, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, pushed back the quilt and sat down on the edge of the bed, picked up the book on the bedside table, and continued to read.

"Do you like reading so much?"

Qiao Yuchen also came to the bed and sat beside her.

"I like reading, so it shouldn't be impossible."

She looked at him, he would not even deprive her of the right to read.

"When you talk to me, do you have to be so barbed?"

"I think I'm being cautious."

"Then you put away your cautiousness," he said angrily, "it's just a common question, and you can think so much."

She turned her eyes back to the book: "My mother once said that it is better to read a thousand books than to travel thousands of miles, so she often buys me a lot of books for me to read, because she thinks that reading can change my destiny. I don't like reading , it’s just a habit.”

"Your mother paid great attention to your education."

She held the book tightly, "Mr. Qiao, I'm going to read. If you talk to me like this, it will distract me."

"I'm going to Prague for a business trip in a few days, and you will go there too."

"Going abroad?" She was a little surprised: "But I don't have a passport."

"Then do it."

"Can people who have been in prison go abroad at will?"

He looked at her: "I say yes."

The corner of her mouth twitched: "Then Mr. Qiao is really mighty."

He frowned, and said so again.

Annoyed, he turned off the bedside lamp on his side, lay down and closed his eyes to rest.

The sound of An Ran turning the pages of the book rang in his ears from time to time, but he didn't find it annoying.

Feeling that he seemed to have fallen asleep, she put down the book and got ready to sleep.

But as soon as she lay down, his big hands wrapped around her waist, pulled her to the front of him, and wrapped her around her.

Her nervous body stiffened: "Mr. Qiao hasn't slept yet?"

"Your voice turning the pages of the book is too loud."

"Then why don't you stop me."

"Reading is a good habit," he said quietly, "turn off the lights."

An Ran stretched her body forward, and turned off the bedside lamp.

She wanted to break free from his arms, but his voice sounded low.

"Either you can sleep in my arms, or you can sleep separately after finishing with me, you choose."

She frowned, knowing that he wasn't trying to scare her.

Simply, he was hugged tightly in his arms obediently, and the two of them were very quiet.

He said: "Qiao Yuren came to me yesterday and said he wanted to work in the company, what do you think?"

An Ran frowned: "Why do you ask me?"

"Because I'm curious about your reaction."

An Ran was silent for a moment: "You seem to hate him."

"It's disgusting."

"He is your own younger brother. Even if he was not born to the same mother, the blood relationship between you still exists."

"So what, it won't change my dislike for him."

She clenched her fists, thinking of the peace of mind that she also hated herself, and even wished for her own death.

Speaking of which, the reason why she fell in love with Qiao Yuren back then was not because of the same fate.

She laughed at herself: "Mr. Qiao doesn't need to ask me. Whether Qiao Yuren will work in the company has nothing to do with me. At present, I just want to do my own job well. I don't think about anything else."

"I see that you are in the Anjia. You haven't learned anything else, but you can play the official accent well."

An Ran rolled her eyes, "I've learned too many things, bureaucratic talk is nothing, crossing rivers and demolishing bridges, repaying kindness with kindness, betrayal of faith, these can also be played with ease. Anjia is a good school."

"What you said is indeed very kind and revenge."

An Ran smiled: "Mr. Qiao always likes to take things out of context so much?"

"It seems that you haven't read this book in vain. The idioms are used very smoothly, but some idioms are used in the wrong place, which can be ridiculous."

In the dark night, she curled her lips coldly and did not respond to him again.

With him by his side, An Ran couldn't sleep well.

That night, her body became stiff as she stood upright.

Early in the morning, she opened her eyes in a daze, only to find that he was half-sitting beside her, reading the book she was reading last night.

She yawned, sat up, rubbed her cheeks with her hands: "good morning."

"What time does the nanny come?"

"asked for leave."

"The nanny you hired can really do whatever you want. I'll send someone to bring you what you want for breakfast."

Thinking of Fu Ruchu who cooked for herself last night, she glanced at Qiao Yuchen.

It's really worth throwing away.

"Whatever," she got out of bed, went to wash up, and changed her clothes by the way.

Qiao Yuchen's servant came to bring breakfast to the two of them.

After eating, Qiao Yuchen left.

Although it was Saturday, he had to go to the company to deal with some things.

At ten o'clock in the morning, An Xin called him.

"Yu Chen, do you have time tonight?"

"Is something wrong?"

"Tomorrow is my mother's birthday. I want you to accompany me to choose a gift for my mother."

"Not tonight, I have something else to do, but I will choose the gift and let Secretary Tan deliver it to you."

He's actually not busy, he just doesn't want to listen to An Xin's pitiful chatter.

"But... you will always accompany me in previous years."

"There are always exceptions."

"Yu Chen, why have you been so indifferent to me recently? Is it because of Ran Ran?"

"You have to think about it again. What did the doctor tell you in the hospital last time?"

"I don't want to think about it, but... your recent behavior is really abnormal, Yu Chen, we've been together for so many years, you won't betray me, right?"

Qiao Yuchen frowned: "As I said, I will send Secretary Tan to deliver the gift. I am still a little busy now, and some topics are not suitable for discussion now. You can calm down."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

He called Tan Zhengnan in: "Tomorrow is Mrs. An's birthday. You can buy a necklace suitable for Mrs. An in a while and send it to An Xin. If An Xin asks, you can say that I have gone out to do errands."

"Ok."

"Then go out first, and get off work when you're done."

"Mr. Qiao, I have something to report to you. You asked me to inquire about whether Miss An was abused in the prison. I found out. The prison said that over the years, Miss An He has behaved well in prison and has not received any ill-treatment."

Qiao Yuchen frowned, where did An Ran get so many scars?

(End of this chapter)