Become a Big Brother’s Favorite After Marriage

In this way, Qi Yue had a beautiful and simple idea, and went abroad desperately, and also specially selected the school where Qin Yanchen was staying.

Just to prove himself, Qin Yanchen can read, and he can read it too.

However, ideals are beautiful, but reality is very skinny.

As a rich second generation who has lived for more than 20 years, Young Master Qi has not been ranked in the top half of the class since his childhood exams. It is okay for him to study eating, drinking and having fun, but let him calculate those numbers.

It simply killed him.

Ever since, after the red lights were all hung up on his homework, he had to run back dingy, but the surprise was that he learned a lot about Qin Yanchen.

When Qin Yanchen was studying abroad, he looked good, and he was particularly brilliant among foreigners with yellow hair and green eyes.

Coupled with his academic performance, he beat those foreigners, so when he mentions his name, he is the man in the school.

Qi Yue smelled of alcohol, his face full of frustration.

"Didn't I want to study abroad, and then I chose the same school as this guy..."

He raised his chopsticks and nodded Qin Yanchen next to him. He raised his head and thought for a moment, but he pondered for a moment and didn't think of a reason. He said in distress, "By the way, what is the name of the school? What is the name?"

Qiao Ansheng took the words naturally: "Stanford University."

Qin Yanchen paused when he peeled the shrimp shells in his hands, and he looked at Qiao Ansheng subconsciously.

Qiao Ansheng was listening to Qi Yue's speech with his head sideways, his white neck folded into an arc, and under the light of the food stalls in the distance, the profile of his face was small and delicate.

Qin Yanchen looked at her, his heartbeat became gentle and gentle.

She actually remembered that she was in a foreign school.

Qiao Ansheng didn't notice Qin Yanchen's expression, but listened intently to Qi Yue's complaints.

For Qin Yanchen's time abroad, she missed it, and Qin Yanchen would not say much.

Therefore, hearing from Qi Yue's mouth at this time, she felt particularly novel, as if through the fragmented fragments, Qin Yanchen's time abroad could be gathered.

When Qi Yue was reminded, he suddenly woke up like a dream, nodded fiercely, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Yes! That's the university, I almost didn't die in that school! Don't you know, that bunch of old men heard that I knew Qin Yanchen, okay, if they caught me, they gave me a bunch of materials and asked me to do it. Demonstration, do analysis!"

Qi Yue's face was full of grief and anger, frantically talking about the pain of being squeezed in school.

"Where do I know what financing rate, what asset profile analysis! I see that pile of numbers like Pi, my head is big!"

There are these courses in the undergraduate courses of Qiao Ansheng University. She thought that she was also frustrated with these courses at the time. At this time, when Qi Yue complained, she felt the same.

Lifting the cup in front of him, he touched Qi Yue's cup, and his expression was quite empathetic: "I understand! I fully understand your pain! I have been tortured by these things before."

Qi Yue picked up the wine glass, shook the foam on it, and nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, this is something that people have learned! I used to think that people can do anything if they are pressed into a hurry, but now I think I'm still too naive! Naive! Just these things, it's useless if you force me to death. !"

"There are also those math questions, let me analyze how to expand capital and go public."

Qin Yanchen poured a glass of water for Qiao Ansheng, picked out a chopstick and coriander from the dish, and put it in Qiao Ansheng's bowl, and then corrected Qi Yue without changing the color.

"That's not a math problem, it's a data analysis of financial management."

There was a smell of contempt in his eyes.

But at this time, Qi Yue didn't pay attention. His eyes were on Qiao Ansheng's body, he stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, drank another drink, and waved his hand.

"It's not important to call it this way. The important thing is that I have been through the night for several nights, but I didn't understand what it was. It's not that I'm not upset, but that these things are too difficult..."

Qi Yue's tone was rather hateful for iron and steel.

"Furthermore, I also deeply realized that I was really not suitable for studying. It was too hard. The school was broken and I was only allowed to return to the dormitory at 10 o'clock in the evening, and I had to get up at 4 o'clock in the morning. Tell me, is this a sunny day? "

Qiao Ansheng tilted his head and stretched out a few fingers to count the time, frowning and looking at Qin Yanchen: "Is it really so painful? I have to get up at four?"

She automatically substituted Qin Yanchen, thinking that Qin Yanchen would get up at 4 o'clock and only be able to go back to the dormitory at 10 o'clock in the evening. She felt a little distressed when she slept at that little time a day.

I couldn't help but sighed: "It's too bitter. I used to read those chicken soup articles. It said that the students from famous universities are working hard. It doesn't seem to be groundless."

"Yeah! Think about what life I've been living abroad! Just say, can you comfort my injured little heart by just asking me this meal?"

Qi Yue blinked his eyes pitifully at Qiao Ansheng, trying to get a little more comfort from Qiao Ansheng, but he didn't expect it. The next second he saw Qiao Ansheng turn his head and stretch out his hand.

She was still wearing a thin layer of disposable gloves, and she couldn't wait to grab Qin Yanchen's hand, Shui Lingling's big eyes were full of sadness.

"It's so hard. The years you were abroad were really hard."

Qiao Ansheng's little hands were soft, pinching Qin Yanchen's, his eyes were full of water, and his mouth was still carrying the red oil that he had just eaten shrimp. It was so soft that he looked very soft.

The soft and continuous expansion of Qin Yanchen's heart has overflowed all over his body, making his whole body a little numb.

He did not speak, but took out a tissue and wiped off the red oil from her mouth.

Qi Yue deliberately sold miserably. He intended Qiao Ansheng to comfort him, but he didn't want Qiao Ansheng to turn his head to think of Qin Yanchen, and there was only one Qin Yanchen full of eyes.

He suddenly felt that the food in his hand was not fragrant, and almost slapped the table.

"An Sheng, he worked hard! I don't work hard anymore? I've been back for so long, so why don't you ask me! Hard work?"

Qi Yue's words were filled with the sorrow of making wedding gowns for others, holding a fragrant chicken paw in his hand, and tremblingly pointed at Qin Yanchen.

"I told you so much! Just to comfort me! You are the best! He is the only one in my eyes! Do you want to be so partial!"

Qiao Ansheng laughed, and hurriedly gave him a chicken leg and a soft brain flower for him.

"Well, comfort you! Comfort you, eat more! What can you eat to make up for..."

Qi Yue glanced at the brain flowers in the bowl, snorted, Ying Jun's face came over, and he smiled and tugged at the corners of his mouth. He was childish and scornful, with a coquettish tone: "This is a pig brain! I don't want it! I don't want to! Shake hands and comfort!"