Become a Big Brother’s Favorite After Marriage

However, soon there was a sound that broke Qiao Ansheng's uneasy fixation. In the deadly space, her stomach screamed very untimely and loudly.

"Guru..."

Qiao Ansheng screamed too loudly, like a firecracker, blasting in front of the two.

Qin Yanchen and Qiao Ansheng were both startled.

Qiao Ansheng looked down with a subtle expression on his face, and swallowed his saliva with his flat stomach while he was singing Kongchengji.

Almost forgot.

When she left Qiao's house just now, she didn't eat any food, so she quarreled with Qiao Mengxi, and then ran out directly.

Another cold wind blew outside, and the energy in the body had long been broken down to resist the cold, but Qin Yanchen had been patronized along the way.

Beautiful and delicious, I forgot to eat.

Poor her belly, it's not easy to carry it till this time.

Although Qiao Ansheng was carefree, but in this atmosphere, his stomach sang the empty city plan, it was embarrassing and embarrassing.

Bo Hong spread all the way from the base of her ears to her cheeks.

Qiao Ansheng gave a light cough, seeming to want to squeeze his barely dignity, and his thick black eyelashes flickered: "I'm sorry, my stomach is a little...somewhat uncomfortable..."

Qin Yanchen listened to her embarrassed tone, her small face wrinkled in distress, did not hold back for a while, and gave a soft smile.

Qiao Ansheng became angry when he heard the laughter, and immediately stared at him, with a fierce tone and a somewhat bluffing threat: "What a laugh! Don't laugh!"

In her anger, the tone that was naturally revealed began to be pampered, and she actually had a somewhat coquettish appearance when facing her boyfriend.

Qin Yanchen pressed his lips to stop his smile, and tightened his face hard, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes were gentle: "No smile."

Qiao Ansheng snorted loudly and blurted out his tone, only to feel that his attitude was a bit wrong, it was too ambiguous, and it was not like the attitude she would usually show.

I don't know when, she has already begun to lead herself into the role of the other party's girlfriend.

This recognition made Qiao Ansheng squeeze his wrist uncomfortably, and his eyes twitched a little. Although the face quickly picked up the sorrowful appearance, his mouth was still unconsciously pursed.

Qin Yanchen watched her pursing bright red lips and she was wrapped under a scarf with a little baby fat, so cute that he wanted to reach out and touch it.

But he was afraid of arousing her disgust, so he just clenched the raised hand into a fist, held it to his lips restrained, and coughed.

He looked up at the time, rolled up his sleeves, turned and walked into the kitchen.

Qiao Ansheng sat in the living room, saw him leave without saying a word, and followed him unconsciously.

With the help of the light, Qin Yanchen turned on the kitchen light, then turned on the refrigerator, took out a few things from the inside, and walked further inside.

He, he is not cooking, right?

Qiao Ansheng flashed this thought that made people almost bite off her tongue in her mind. She herself couldn't believe it, and she covered her mouth in surprise.

Until a few minutes later, she heard the sound of a knife being chopped on the chopping board, and then the kitchen hood buzzed.

When she heard it, her eyes widened suddenly, craned her neck, and looked at the kitchen.

In the kitchen beside him, Qin Yanchen was standing sideways on the cleaning table.

His eyebrows are drooping, he is holding a white porcelain bowl in his hand and a pair of chopsticks in his other hand, his cuffs are rolled up, revealing strong and strong arms.

Whistling the eggs in the bowl with his complexion.

Next to him is a white chopping board with a few tomatoes on it.

Seeing his unskilled posture, Qiao Ansheng felt that she was dreaming. She held her forehead and kept muttering in her mouth: "I'm dreaming? I'm dreaming..."

The people in the kitchen didn't pay attention to the surprise of the people outside, and were still doing their own thing wholeheartedly.

After Qiao Ansheng read a few words in silence, he looked at it again.

Qin Yanchen was still in the kitchen, his eyebrows drooping, his eyelashes were almost distinct from the side, the bridge of his nose seemed to be shimmering, and the broken hair on his forehead swayed slightly with his movements.

Qin Yanchen is so unbelievable that he can't eat the fireworks. At the moment, Qiao Ansheng saw him standing in front of the chopping board, but he couldn't believe it and pinched his face again.

Can Qin Yanchen cook?

And still have to do it for her?

Qiao Ansheng was in a daze. She didn't know whether she would be able to safely appear on the campus of Nanning University tomorrow if this incident spreads.

After all, Qin Yanchen's huge fan base will definitely not tolerate a little mortal smoke and fire from the male gods in their minds.

Qiao Ansheng subconsciously wanted to take out the phone and take a picture, but the phone was not held firmly, and it hit her in the foot.

After the pain from the feet and the hot oil boiled, the crackling sound of the pan exploded, which really shocked Qiao Ansheng.

From the kitchen, there was a familiar smell of food, and everything confirmed once again that Qiao Ansheng was not dreaming.

The lofty, dream lover of Nanda's thousands of girls is indeed washing her hands and making spoons in the kitchen.

It was too quiet at night, the sounds and movements in the kitchen were amplified, and Qiao Ansheng could even hear the blisters floating on the water and gurgling hot when the pot was boiling.

The sound was so healing, her heart swelled like a puff in the oven.

She couldn't help but stood up in a daze and looked at Qin Yanchen's back in the kitchen.

The range hood was buzzing, the unique scent of the tomatoes when they were being stir-fried, and the heat rising from the kitchen, all of a sudden evoked the faint and gentle memories of her childhood.

Children from other people's families should be very familiar with such a situation.

But for Qiao Ansheng, it was a few memories.

Tang Qing is too busy. There are a lot of things in the company, and there are few opportunities to cook. Although Qiao Mingdong sometimes cooks, he always asks Tang Qing for it.

When it was used to coax Tang Qing, he would cook for Tang Qing once.

Qiao Ansheng is sometimes greedy, and if he wants to touch it, he will be scolded by Qiao Mingdong for a long time.

Over time, Qiao Ansheng has become accustomed to her parents' neglect of her in daily life. Other children can bring delicious meals made by their parents. The nanny always prepares her for her.

But at this moment, Qin Yanchen's figure in the enthusiasm overlapped inexplicably with Tang Qing's only figure who had cooked food in his memory.