Become a Big Brother’s Favorite After Marriage

Qiao Ansheng looked at the roses in the corridor, his forehead twitched, and a crow flew over his head, leaving behind a string of ellipsis.

"Mr. Joe, Mr. Joe! Is this your boyfriend's gift to you?"

The curious melon-eaters saw the person involved, and they couldn't help but approached and asked eagerly.

She sighed silently in her heart, but still squeezed out a smile and nodded: "Well, isn't it."

With such a big fanfare, she really couldn't think of anyone other than Qin Yanchen.

But isn't this man already sending a bunch of flowers? Why are you suddenly sending so many flowers now?

"Wow! So happy! Please give me a dozen boyfriends like this!"

After the group of people, especially those female colleagues, got Qiao Ansheng's answer, there was a burst of exclamation.

Qiao Ansheng closed his eyes, smiled awkwardly, staring at the enviable eyes, barely lifted his steps, and squeezed to the door like a wading through the bunch of flowers.

Quickly opened the door and went in to avoid being overwhelmed by the sea of ​​flowers.

Fanning the fragrance of the flowers he was carrying with his hand, Qiao Ansheng took a big breath of the fresh air in the office, only to feel relieved of his uncomfortable nose.

"What kind of fame is this man?"

Qiao Ansheng took out his mobile phone and called Qin Yanchen as he walked, but he answered in seconds without accident.

The man didn’t know what he was doing. The voice was compressed by the electronic signal, and there was a cold softness: "Hey..."

"Why are you sending so many flowers!"

Qiao Ansheng looked at the roses on his table that had been carefully sprayed with water, and then thinking about the flower baskets outside, it was a headache.

"One bunch is enough! If you send so many, if you don't keep it well, it will be broken immediately. What a waste..."

Qiao Ansheng still can't change some of the small habits she has left over the years. When she thinks that those flowers are converted into renminbi, they are tens of thousands.

There was a pain in my chest.

The most important thing is that these flowers are basically disposable things, which can neither be worn nor eaten, and they will become corrupted if they look at them.

The man over there waited for her to finish talking, and then said softly: "I didn't send the first flower."

Qiao Ansheng still wanted to continue preaching to the man, but the man's words made her pause: "What, what?"

Qiao Ansheng turned his head in disbelief and looked at the bouquet of roses on the table: "You didn't send it? Who would give it?"

She always thought that Qin Yanchen sent the flowers, and to thank him, she sent it to Moments. Who would have thought that the flowers were not sent by Qin Yanchen at all.

Did Qin Yanchen look at the bunch of flowers and get jealous, so he moved such a sea of ​​flowers with great fanfare.

Qiao Ansheng finally sorted out the oolong inside according to the temple that jumped up suddenly, but soon he was pestering her for another year.

If the bunch of flowers was not sent by Qin Yanchen, who would it be?

After Qin Yanchen finished that sentence, the call was strangely quiet.

Not only on the phone, Qiao Ansheng was also quiet.

You can hear the continuous breathing between each other.

After Qiao Ansheng wanted to understand, he was suddenly a little embarrassed, and he felt a guilty conscience. Wouldn't this man think that he was deliberately posting to Moments, did he suggest something to him?

"Uh...that, by the way, when do you get off work at night, I and we will go home together later..."

The topic has shifted too bluntly, and it is a bit outrageous.

"If you leave work early...Wait, wait for me, do you hear?"

When Qiao Ansheng was racking his brains not knowing how to save this embarrassing scene, the door of her office was knocked, and Qiao Ansheng was almost relieved to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Let's do this for now! I have something to do, we'll talk about it after get off work..."

Qiao Ansheng didn't wait for Qin Yanchen to say anything, and hung up the phone in a hurry.

Qin Yanchen looked at the phone with blind voice in his palm.

The man gave a small but short laugh.

His eyebrows are high, which makes his eyebrows look very deep, and now these deep eyebrows have a hint of joy.

Qin Yanchen put away his mobile phone, facing the crowd in the meeting room who seemed to have choked their necks, coughed lightly, "Go on."

The people at the table have not yet reacted to his transformation, and they heard their high-ranking chief executive continue to say: "All work hard, finish work early, everyone can get off work and go home on time..."

The eyes of the group of people underneath were about to stare down.

What Qin Yanchen said to them is no different from the new century gospel in the Bible. It is rare and surprising. Many people here even want to slap themselves.

See if you are dreaming.

Xu is Qin Yanchen finally gaining some popularity in the past few days, and he is no longer as cold as he used to be, seeing that the smile between his brows has not subsided.

A bold person raised his hand, and joked him slightly, "Was President Qin just called our wife of the president? Isn't the wife of the president urging you to go home early?"

Qin Yanchen paused after flipping through the file.

He was sitting there, the whole person was outlined by the light and shadow, very graceful, obviously very cold, but there was softness in his eyes, just when everyone thought he would not answer.

Qin Yanchen nodded and let out an unexpected "um":

"She said she would go home with me after get off work."

A simple sentence almost exploded the people in the entire conference room.

get off work? Go home with President Qin?

That is to say, the president's wife is not a full-time housewife, and may even be a career-oriented strong woman.

The subordinates all whispered "wow" in their hearts.

It's just that Qin Yanchen was still there. They didn't dare to be too obvious, so they had to patiently press down on their own gossip one by one, waiting to have a good discussion.

What is it so sacred, that Qin Yanchen can actually put a flower of high mountains like Qin Yanchen into the bag.

"Buzz..."

What happened in the company today was one after another, and discussions with colleagues in WeChat have never stopped.

Qiao Ansheng's mobile phone rang on the table, making a loud noise. She took her mobile phone, glanced at the full discussion group, reached out and clicked on the Do Not Disturb mode, and then sat facing the person in front of her.

"It's okay, senior, do you have anything to do with me?"

Just now, Song Cheng suddenly knocked on her door. After entering the door, he said that he wanted to ask her something, but he really waited for Qiao Ansheng to come over.

There was some unspeakable concealment between Song Cheng's expression.