Become a Big Brother’s Favorite After Marriage

Qiao Ansheng felt sorry for him, "In fact, she is your biological mother..." This sentence has been neatly lined up on the tip of her tongue.

But it was stopped decisively by reason.

"An Sheng..."

Lin Qing's vicissitudes of life sounded in her ears, and her pale and haggard face leaning on the bed.

"My time is running out, I want to ask you one thing..."

"Yao Man is not an easy woman to deal with. Regarding my relationship with Yanchen, I want you to keep Yanchen secret. Only Yanchen never knows about this matter. Yao Man can rest assured and Yanchen can be safe... "

Lin Qing was dying of illness, her face was so thin, and only a skeleton was left to support her. The whole person could not see the former grace at all.

She grabbed Qiao Ansheng's hands, the whole hand was as dry as an old tree bark: "An Sheng, can you promise Auntie? Auntie please, for Yanchen and for me to die more at ease..."

Qiao Ansheng had no way to refuse such a request.

She woke up from the memory, and then looked at Qin Yanchen's gloomy expression in front of her. She endured it and thought of Lin Qing who had already settled in the soil for safety, and suppressed the impulse.

Gently patted the man on the back: "It's okay, you don't need to blame yourself, let the past things pass..."

Her tone was full of comfort, and she patted Qin Yanchen's little hand as if it had some kind of magic power to smooth out the wrinkles in his heart.

He lowered his head and saw Qiao Ansheng's worried eyes, warm in his chest, and instead grabbed her hand, placed a kiss on his lips, and then shook hands.

"Um."

Qin Yanchen glanced at the humble place around him: "You prepared this cemetery?"

At that time, he went in a hurry, and he couldn't even get the news of Qiao Ansheng, let alone Lin Qing, Yao Man kept these things secret.

Thinking about it now, only Qiao Ansheng would do his best to help Lin Qing.

Qin Yanchen couldn't bear any hatred for Lin Qing. He was the closest person to him, and he couldn't bear to see her in such a miserable situation first.

"Yes, I did it... I didn't have any money at that time, it was just a simple burial, and the funeral was a bit simple..."

When Qin Yanchen asked this question, Qiao Ansheng was suddenly embarrassed.

She hurriedly lowered her head, the hand that was not held, squeezed the corner of her clothes a little nervously, her eyes fell on the man's high-definition black leather shoes.

At that time, Ayuan’s hospitalization fee was enough for her headache. Later, after a long time pieced together, she was able to help Lin Qing hold a fairly simple funeral.

Seeing her face flushed from embarrassment, Qin Yanchen shook his head, stretched out his hand, and gently touched the top of her hair: "You did a good job, An Sheng, thank you..."

The man's palm is warm.

Qiao Ansheng couldn't help but raised his head to face him, showing an extremely bright smile, with apricot eyes as gentle as a stream under the rising sun.

Qin Yanchen looked at her, and suddenly remembered that in the past, the time between the two was such a long time, Lin Qing still had such a difficult life, then I didn't know she...

"The years when I was away..."

Qin Yanchen paused. He glanced at Qiao Ansheng, then suddenly stretched out his hand and gently squeezed Qiao Ansheng's face.

Qiao Ansheng's cheeks were still slightly fat, and the hands felt soft and soft when pinched.

"Are you also having a hard time?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Qiao Ansheng's face.

She reacted, suppressing the strangeness and complexity in her heart, then snorted bitterly, and waved his claws away.

Raising her small fist, she slammed Qin Yanchen's chest hard, she glanced at Qin Yanchen, and the words to her mouth were: "Well, it's better than you are abroad!"

Although, it's really hard.

But Qiao Ansheng didn't plan to tell Qin Yanchen about this.

Hearing this, Qin Yanchen held her pink fist, and a trace of apology flashed across her face. He wanted to speak, but Qiao Ansheng stretched out his hand and pressed it against his thin lips: "By the way, when you returned to China, Have you ever thought of a possibility, if someone else is around me, what will you do?"

Qin Yanchen gently twitched the corners of his lips, his eyes kept softly falling on Qiao Ansheng's body: "I have thought about it."

How could it not have thought about it?

Not only thought, but also had nightmares.

Qin Yanchen's feelings for Qiao Ansheng were unresolved, and he did not get Qiao Ansheng's response. He could only think over and over again like self-abuse.

Is she doing well, is there anyone else around?

What if I go back and still refuse to accept myself?

Will she think of herself as if she was mad?

…

Qin Yanchen thought a lot, but in the end he was defeated by a firm idea, even when he went back to find that Qiao Ansheng and others had already settled.

Then he will not give up.

"Then what do you want to do?"

Qin Yanchen's long, jet-black eyelashes drooped down and did not answer.

Qiao Ansheng reluctantly tugged at the golden buttons on his chest, quite curious about the idea that the baby wants to break the casserole and ask the end: "Say? If you come back and find that I'm with someone else, what will you do?"

Qin Yanchen once again grabbed her messy little hand and pressed it on his chest.

Because there is only a thin layer of clothing, the body temperature under the palm is hot, mixed with a strong and powerful heartbeat.

"I can wait if I don't break up, and I can leave if I get married..."

The man's voice seemed to explode a cluster of sparks in Qiao Ansheng's heart, domineering and authoritarian, the agitated Qiao Ansheng was a little numb all over his body.

"Have you never thought about other women?"

"no…"

Qin Yanchen paused: "You have to."

Qiao Ansheng didn't slow down for a long time, and he heard a different kind of petting from Qin Yanchen's words, and blood flooded all over his body.

She glared at Qin Yanchen angrily.

This man usually looks cold and cold, but how can he talk so much, who did he learn from?

Qiao Ansheng curled his lips, his complexion flushed, but the corners of his lips rose uncontrollably.

"You will only lie to me by picking up nice things!"

She snorted, immersed in Qin Yanchen's hot affection, unable to get up and down, she could only step forward and gently leaned her head against his chest.

As night fell, the lights in the city came on, and the lights of Wanjia, the bright lights fell on people's hearts, and they were all warm and comfortable.

In the cold night breeze, Qin Yanchen held the person in his arms tightly.

Very tight and tight.

The densely lost and regained fineness includes Qin Yanchen.

Fortunately, she is back.

Because she is true, she must be.