Become a Big Brother’s Favorite After Marriage

"Look, now this'the emperor's beauty and trouble water' enters the face saint, and there is no need to knock on the door. Can a petty official of your level compare to someone else's finger?"

Yang Ruoyun joked with rare words, and stopped talking, and his relaxed words awakened Chi Yang with ease.

The two looked at each other and both shook their heads.

I plan to wait for the two of them to finish talking before coming in to report on the work.

Qin Yanchen's office is designed in black and cool colors. When he first came in, he always felt harsh and clean and unsatisfactory. Perhaps the relationship between the two has soared over the past few days.

Qiao Ansheng didn't feel harsh when he came in at this time.

Qin Yanchen raised his eyes to see her. Although there was no expression on his face, the smile in his eyes spread quickly.

Qiao Ansheng was immersed in his gentle gaze and twisted her body uncomfortably. She reluctantly pulled out a smile: "Mr. Qin, I made another copy of the investment plan last month. You Take a look, are there any questions?"

Qiao Ansheng can distinguish between work and life. At this time, his tone is very respectful, just like the way his subordinates and superiors talk.

"If there is no problem, you can sign on it. Excuse me..."

She didn't even notice it.

On the contrary, Qin Yanchen felt slightly awkward when listening to her extremely polite tone.

He and Qiao Ansheng just untied his happy knot, no matter how far away he was, his mood was always like being soaked in honey every day.

At this moment, when he heard Qiao Ansheng's words, he couldn't help but curl his lips and smile.

Trouble him?

His people signed a letter and told him that he was troubled

Qin Yanchen thought about this, but he also felt a little bit of amusement. When he didn't break the cocoon anymore, he heard Qiao Ansheng standing in front say: "Qin, Qin, do you have time after get off work today? I want you to go to a place with me."

Qin Yanchen happily signed the investment plan.

When he closed the gilt fountain pen in his hand and looked up at Qiao Ansheng again, the kind of pampering and embarrassing stuff overflowed:

"it is good……"

...

As a senior workaholic, Qin Yanchen was once called a ruthless work machine by Chi Yang. No matter how late every day, he had to finish his work before returning.

The boss didn't leave, so the whole group of little brothers stayed here with the boss. It was common until 8 or 9 o'clock, but today, this group of little brothers found out.

Their boss actually left early!

As a result, the entire Qin clan immediately rushed away with a call sign, finished his work beamingly, and stepped on the time when he was off work on time, and rushed to the house.

Chi Yang watched people go to the empty office, he showed a surprised expression, but he was immediately replaced by a kind of ecstasy.

He took off his work card, and suddenly said to himself: "Hey, don't say it, in fact, it's not bad for President Qin to be a faint monarch all the time..."

At this moment, Wujun himself was driving, and the co-pilot drove Qiao Ansheng all the way to a place in the western suburbs.

By this time it was evening, the setting sun went west, and the golden afterglow was like a long river spreading on the dim ground.

Qin Yanchen stopped the car with some surprises: "Why did you come to this place?"

What appeared in front of him was a large cemetery...the western suburbs cemetery.

A large white marble tombstone stands on the grass in the afterglow, drawing a long shadow in the twilight, and a group of snow-white pigeons cooing not far away saw someone coming.

All flew up with a thumping sound, and a large swarm of fluttering birds was also startled in the grass.

"Grave sweep..."

Qiao Ansheng got out of the car, and a gust of wind came not far away, and she pressed the corner of her clothes: "Today is Aunt Lin's memorial day."

She met the light and looked at the man beside her.

Qin Yanchen stood in front of her against the light, wearing a black windbreaker, the wind came, and the clothes of his windbreaker fluttered in the wind.

Qiao Ansheng couldn't see his expression clearly, but after a long time, he heard the man's voice mixed with some bleak wind, "Yeah."

The two of them passed through the grass, the direction of the tombstone was reversed, and the whole was trapped in the shadow. Only one stone tablet happened to fall in the last light.

Qiao Ansheng stopped in front of the stele.

The last brilliance of the setting sun shines on the stone stele. In front of the tombstone are several bunches of long-rotten flowers, and a black and white photo is pasted on the stele. The long-haired woman in the photo smiles gently.

"Auntie Lin, I have come to see you. It's been a long time since I saw you."

Qiao Ansheng walked over gently, just about to bend down to pick up the rotting flowers in front of the stele, but someone took a step ahead of her and reached out and picked them up.

The profile of the man's profile was calm as water in the sunset: "What's the matter with her...?"

Qiao Ansheng's expression flashed a touch of complexity, and he sighed: "Just after you went abroad, about half a year, Auntie suddenly became ill. When I arrived, Auntie was already dead."

Qin Yanchen stared at the person in the photo, his expression hidden in the dim light, dim and unclear: "Is she very ill?"

Qiao Ansheng nodded: "Aunt Lin once had an illness before, and the doctor also called me at that time, and I only learned that Auntie was sick."

"She passed her last time..."

Qin Yanchen couldn't say what it was like in his heart, sourness and bitterness all rushed over, making it difficult for him to even utter words on the tip of his tongue.

After he returned to China, he also tried to contact Lin Qing, but he was still unable to contact Lin Qing.

It turns out that yin and yang have already been separated.

"Although I am working hard to take care of her, Auntie has something in her heart. She... She always feels sorry for you..."

The last setting sun also fell, and the afterglow was gone, only the woman in the photo was sideways, smiling, and calm.

The twilight enveloped over, and the wind swept across the grass from a distance, making a small rustling sound.

Qiao Ansheng saw Qin Yanchen's eyes fall on the photograph of the tombstone.

There is always a faint depression in the man's quiet eyes.

Qiao Ansheng felt uncomfortable. She stepped over, stretched out her hands, and gently hugged Qin Yanchen.

Qin Yanchen did not move, his dark eyes were filled with strange emotions: "I never blamed her."

No matter how Yao Man said ill of Lin Qing in front of him, in Qin Yanchen's heart, Lin Qing always stood with an inestimable weight.

In the only happy time he had, apart from being with Qiao Ansheng, the rest was his childhood.

Qiao Ansheng was even more uncomfortable when he heard this.

For Qin Yanchen, it was too difficult for Qin Yanchen to accept that his mother who loved him suddenly became a trafficker.