Become a Big Brother’s Favorite After Marriage

Qiao Ansheng opened her mouth, paused, and nodded seriously, she pointed to the door.

"Well, yes, although I am very touched by senior, you still remember me, but I am sorry, I can't give you any response, because the flowers at the door were not given by my boyfriend..."

Song Cheng raised his head fiercely, before the joy in his eyes was brewing, it was all washed away by Qiao Ansheng's next sentence: "That was my husband who gave me."

husband?

Song Cheng's body stiffened suddenly. He thought that as long as he wasn't a boyfriend, he would still have a chance. As a result, Qiao Ansheng didn't stop talking.

Promoted directly from boyfriend to husband.

Song Cheng's complexion turned red from the choking, and the blue veins around his neck burst.

After all, I am passionate, and they are all married now.

Looking at the big-handed flower-giving artist, I guess he wouldn't be a middle-class person like him.

Song Cheng panicked in an instant, a little embarrassed and embarrassed.

His body was stiff, and he stood up with a squeeze. After he stood up, he felt that something was not right. He had to bend down again and bow to Qiao Ansheng. His movements were very standard, his hands pressed against his legs.

The tone was a little trembling: "Yes, I'm sorry, I don't know... I caused you trouble... I..."

Song Cheng stammered.

Qiao Ansheng was also taken aback, and hurriedly stood up and comforted him: "Senior, don't be like this. This is not your cause, but I didn't explain it to you in advance."

There was a mess in Song Cheng's mind. He was first disturbed by Qiao Ansheng's long talk, and now he was directly nailed to the ground by two words in Qiao Ansheng's words.

The ears buzzed for a long time, and the inexplicable thought in my mind was Qin Yanchen's unusual possessiveness towards Qiao Ansheng that day.

Will her husband be Qin Yanchen?

I don't know why, this idea is getting deeper and deeper in his mind.

Men are born with a desire to win and lose, and Song Cheng is no exception. Almost when this idea appeared, a strong unwillingness also followed to stir his thoughts.

So he didn't think about it, so he asked out without hesitation: "Is that person President Qin? Right?"

If it were Qin Yanchen, it could be explained, why Qin Yanchen, who has always been on the top floor, would often appear on their floors during this time.

Why did Qin Yanchen target himself so much that day, and even changed the company's rules.

Song Cheng almost laughed at himself, and laughed lowly: "Because it is President Qin, that's why I look down on me, right?"

The questions that came one after another were too sharp and too mean, which made Qiao Ansheng feel a little speechless for a while.

However, just when she was entangled in how to answer so as not to hurt Song Cheng, a male voice was suddenly inserted at the door, and with a chill, Qiao Ansheng's thoughts were interrupted.

"Yes."

The two people in the room were all stiff. When they turned around, they saw Qin Yanchen slowly raising his foot and stepping in, with a cold temperament between his eyebrows.

After Qin Yanchen entered the room, he closed the open door smoothly.

Step by step, he stood beside Qiao Ansheng, put his hand on Qiao Ansheng's shoulder, and took the whole person into his arms.

Qiao Ansheng still wanted to struggle, but Qin Yanchen's actions were very domineering and beyond doubt.

The man lifted his eyelids, and the folds of his double eyelids were deep, like sharp blades: "The person you are thinking of all the time is my wife..."

He speaks bluntly and indifferently.

Qiao Ansheng clearly saw Song Cheng's body tremble with naked eyes.

After a long time, he was able to build up the courage and looked up at Qin Yanchen: "Mr Qin..."

Qin Yanchen waved his hand and interrupted him: "I warned you very early, don't worry about what you shouldn't, you still didn't hold back..."

Song Cheng's face went down, his entire face was as gray as death, looking bloodless.

Qiao Ansheng listened very uncomfortably, secretly raised his head, frowned, and glanced at Qin Yanchen. The expression in his eyes meant that Qin Yanchen should not say too much.

After all, he will still be a colleague who will work with him in the future, and Song Cheng's talent is there. If he didn't come here by air this time, he would be the one who took the post.

In fact, the moment Qin Yanchen appeared in the office, Song Cheng's sense of loss and frustration burst out of control.

I even interceded for Qiao Ansheng that day, but he was a husband and wife, and there was a need to intercede with Qiao Ansheng. He was like a clown.

Self-directed and acted a touching comedy.

Song Cheng lowered his head, and only after a long while he squatted and said, "Yes, I'm sorry, President Qin, I understand, I won't be like this again..."

He looked at Qiao Ansheng and bowed again, and the expression in his eyes grew more of an indescribable emotion.

"Sorry, Mr. Qiao, it has caused you trouble. I will pay attention to it in the future. Nothing like this will happen again."

Qiao Ansheng waved his hand hurriedly: "There is not much trouble, but don't worry about it."

She pushed Qin Yanchen's hand away, walked to the table and picked up the bunch of bright roses and stuffed them into Song Cheng's arms.

"You are so good, I believe you will meet a girl who is more suitable for you in the future..."

Song Cheng glanced at the rose flower in his arms, curled his lips and smiled mockingly: "No matter how good it is, what's the use? It's not being looked down upon..."

Song Cheng's life has been smooth sailing, and he has not experienced any strong winds or waves. What he originally wanted to chase Qiao Ansheng was with all his strength, and he embraced the idea that he was bound to win.

In the end, he found that he was walking in a dead end.

Song Cheng couldn't help being frustrated, and even his tone was quite self-blaming.

Qiao Ansheng listened to his self-deprecating tone, and felt a little reluctant in his heart. He wanted to persuade him again, where there is no fragrant grass in the end of the world, why just love her as a flower.

But she opened her mouth. When she was about to speak, Song Cheng didn't listen, and turned around to leave, so Qiao Ansheng's words were blocked.

She looked at Song Cheng's back with a look of sorrow on her face, which seemed to offend people.

Qin Yanchen lowered his eyes to see her disappointed expression.

Qiao Ansheng's appearance was reflected in the man's eyes. Although cold, he was very gentle.

He sighed like nothing in his heart, stretched out his hand to pat Qiao Ansheng's shoulder, and suddenly called out Song Cheng who was desperate.

"stop……"

Standing at the door, Song Cheng did not turn his head, turned his back to the two behind him, and tried to squeeze out a peaceful sentence: "Mr Qin, may I ask, is there anything else to order?"