Become a Big Brother’s Favorite After Marriage

Qiao Mengxi was caught off guard. He pushed her whole body against the wall, and her back hit the wall heavily. She shrank in pain. She grinned a little, and reacted with anger, "What are you doing!"

Chen He squeezed her arm tightly, and the face that could be seen in the past became a bit hideous because of anger at this moment.

"What qualifications do you have to say about me? Don't think I don't know what you are making! You just want to borrow me to get rid of that mess of your family!"

Originally, Chen He looked at Qiao Mengxi like that, thinking that even if Qiao's family was in decline, there would always be embers, so he wanted to get hot.

But Qiao Ansheng's words just gave him another hint.

The current Qiao family may really not work anymore. If he insists on borrowing the light of the Qiao family, he may be taken off the quagmire with himself.

Look at the incompatible appearance of Qiao Ansheng and Qiao Mengxi just now.

Presumably, there must be no room for each other in this eye.

One is from the Qin family, and the other is the declining Qiao family. If I continue to entangle with Qiao Mengxi, look at Qiao Ansheng's dislike of Qiao Mengxi.

Will it happen that even I have been on the Qin Clan's blacklist together?

After Chen He thought about it, his spine became cold, and he immediately made a decision in his mind, and the expression between his eyebrows brought a kind of cruelty.

"Me! You bullshit! I didn't!"

Qiao Mengxi also wanted to deny it.

Chen He sneered. He pressed **** his hand and pinched Qiao Mengxi. He twisted his face and couldn't speak any more. Then he said: "Qiao Mengxi, think about it for yourself, you are something! I'm telling you. Being together, that is worthy of you. Now I am tired of playing with you. If you are more acquainted, you will immediately get out of my sight..."

Qiao Mengxi originally only wanted to stop him from giving Qiao Ansheng the painting, but at the worst, he just wanted him to make up for himself.

Who knows, this trouble, but from Chen He's mouth heard the meaning of breaking up.

This made her panicked all of a sudden, and her expression became extremely pale: "What do you mean by this?"

Chen He reached her ear and repeated it very clearly: "I said, I'm tired of playing now, let's end here! Don't look for me again in the future!"

He paused: "Did you hear clearly?"

After that, Chen He released his shackles on Qiao Mengxi and turned to leave.

Qiao Mengxi's lips trembled, and she couldn't care about her arm that was so painful that she was pinched. She turned around like an octopus, and hugged Chen He's waist tightly.

Her tough attitude just now softened suddenly: "No! Chen He! Don't be angry! If you don't like it, then I won't mention it again...I won't mention anything..."

The more she entangled, the more irritable Chen He was: "Let go! You let me go! Hear you!"

He struggling to hold Qiao Mengxi's hand down.

No matter how tightly Qiao Mengxi hugged him, he was not as strong as he was, but he twisted his wrist, tore it apart, and flung him aside.

Chen He patted it in disgust. The place where Qiao Mengxi had been hugged just now seemed to have been touched by something dirty. He gave Qiao Mengxi a sideways look.

"If you break up, you're breaking up. Don't be stalking like a piece of gum anymore, it makes people sick..."

He tidied the corners of his clothes.

"They are all sisters. They are now members of the Qin family. If you look at you, you will know that you are spinning around among men all day long. No wonder they don't recognize you as an older sister..."

"If I had a sister like you, I would feel ashamed!"

Chen He's mouth was not forgiving, and his harsh words followed one after another. He also threw away his elaborate disguise, and now only wanted to get rid of the mud that stuck to him by Qiao Mengxi.

Qiao Mengxi was a little stupefied by his cold remarks. With such a dazed effort, Chen He had already turned a few steps, and left without looking back, as if escaping from a virus.

There were basically no people in the venue, silent and empty, and the sun outside could not shine into the depths of the hall.

The expression of the woman standing in the shadow was distorted to a terrible degree.

"Joe, Ann, Sheng..."

The three words were like poisonous curses, squeezed out of her teeth, carrying a deep hatred.

...

Qiao Ansheng successfully completed the task without spending a penny, almost when she arrived at the company, Chen He sent the painter over.

Qiao Ansheng was very satisfied to let Xiao Zhang wait at the door to direct those people, and first send the paintings to Qin Yanchen.

Thinking of Qiao Mengxi's green face, Qiao Ansheng felt that the sky was fine, and walked to the office humming untuned tunes.

"Wow, it's so romantic..."

A few colleagues came to Qiao Ansheng before they could say a few words with an enviable expression.

Qiao Ansheng looked dumbfounded, Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, but when he saw them, he didn't mean to say more, so he had to agree and vaguely passed.

Qiao Ansheng was in the mist until he walked to the office. He hadn't waited until the door of the office. As soon as the elevator door opened, there was a gust of wind outside, and a strong fragrance came in.

The scent was too strong, and it rushed into Qiao Ansheng's nose unsuspectingly.

"Ah tweeted..."

She sneezed and frowned suspiciously: "What is so fragrant..."

She rubbed her nose and stepped out of the elevator door, but saw that almost the entire floor was gathered in the corridor. These people were huddled together, their faces full of excitement, not knowing what they were discussing.

"Wow, it's so romantic, the whole corridor of roses..."

"God, I have never seen so many roses in my life except in the flower shop...Which local tyrant sent them?"

...

Colleagues were still pushing and shoving, and some people took out their mobile phones to take pictures one after another.

Before Qiao Ansheng stood still, the elevator door behind her opened.

A group of people from other floors poured in from inside. For a while, the scene was crowded with people, like a noisy bazaar, and it was extremely lively.

Qiao Ansheng frowned, pushed aside the crowd, and squeezed to the front. When she got to the front, she couldn't help but stayed for a while.

I saw that the door of her office, from the east to the west of the corridor, was filled with countless red roses.

The color of the rose was amazingly red, and the bright red color was extremely overbearing. It was bandaged in a huge flower basket and placed neatly there.

The pungent fragrance drifted away, as if entering a sea of ​​red flowers.

When the people in front saw Qiao Ansheng, they were all acquainted with giving her a place, but there were too many roses, crowded from the corner to the elevator door.

People almost don't even have a place for pins.