Become a Big Brother’s Favorite After Marriage

Qiao Ansheng stuck out his tongue, put his chopsticks beside the bowl, and stuck out his tongue at Qin Yanchen who was standing next to him, and couldn't help but spit out.

Qin Yanchen didn't say a word, just grabbed his eyes, curled his lips and smiled.

That's not it.

Every time I eat, I have to pick from the pile of food for a long time before I am willing to eat a few bites. I am very picky.

He also observed it for a long time.

Qin Yanchen reached out and took the empty bowl in her hand. He had a good voice, and when he calmed down to speak, it was like a smooth silk: "Are you still hungry?"

Qiao Ansheng shook his head with a bright smile: "I'm not hungry anymore, I'm full, don't believe me!"

She patted her stomach in a naive manner.

Qin Yanchen smiled again.

Qiao Ansheng ate and drank enough. He stood up and went to help Qin Yanchen wash the dishes. Before the bowl was finished, Qin Yanchen caught him...

Without changing his face, he took the lead, holding up the empty bowl on the table in front of Qiao Ansheng.

Qiao Ansheng felt embarrassed. He lives here and has to eat other people’s food. It is too unreasonable to let Qin Yanchen go to the dishes by himself, so he volunteered and rolled up his sleeves: "I'm here! I'll help you brush... …"

Qin Yanchen held the bowl, gently blocked her stretched hand with his body, glanced at the thin wrist that she had leaked out, "No need."

He bent down and took away the chopsticks beside him: "Go take a shower, go to bed early..."

"what?"

Seeing Qiao Ansheng looking at him cramped with big eyes, Qin Yanchen raised his finger to the clock on the wall: "It's too late."

Qin Yanchen paused, and praised him for Qiao Ansheng's willingness to eat what he made. The combination of these two things made him feel very good unexpectedly. He pursed his thin lips and smiled. It's obvious

"Here is far from school, and I have to get up early tomorrow..."

Qiao Ansheng didn't know if he was supported by a bowl of noodles, or he was bewitched by his infrequent smile, his consciousness drifted away, and he didn't recover for a long time.

It wasn't until Qin Yanchen carried the bowl into the kitchen and turned on the faucet, Qiao Ansheng suddenly recovered from the sound of water.

She pinched herself several times in an attempt to clear herself up.

After reacting, he lifted his feet from the living room and was about to walk into the kitchen. Qin Yanchen stood next to the sink with wet hands and looked over.

"If you don't take a bath and sleep, you may not be able to catch up with your favorite professional class tomorrow."

Qiao Ansheng was stunned by his extremely natural tone: "Ah, professional courses..."

She murmured a few words on her own, before she suddenly realized it, she slapped her thigh, and her brows became tighter: "Yes! Tomorrow is Monday, it's Teacher Zhou's professional class..."

Qin Yanchen stood in front of the faucet, and the sound of water kept rustling. He was wearing a slim white shirt with his hem tucked into his trouser waist. From this angle, his legs were incredibly long.

He stared at the water by the pool, and his pupils were sparkling. He knew that Qiao Ansheng was looking at him, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but bend.

After watching him for a few seconds, Qiao Ansheng finally grasped the point of his sentence: "How do you know that I like the professional class the most?"

Qin Yanchen's body shook slightly. The bowl in his hand was lost in a trance, so the water flow almost flushed to the bottom of the pool.

Of course he knows.

Qiao Ansheng didn't know, he always watched her on the school road.

Sometimes I am happy to see her, sometimes frowning and rushing to the classroom.

Qin Yanchen never stepped forward to talk to her once, and could only judge her mood at the moment by the expression on her face.

Only for the professional class on Monday, Qiao Ansheng had a bright smile on his face every time he went there, his apricot eyes faintly, and his steps were very light.

Unlike other classes, you are either absent-minded or listless on the way.

Therefore, Qin Yanchen knew that she liked this class very much.

Qin Yanchen felt like a peeper. He carefully and cautiously stopped by Qiao Ansheng's life, observing her every move.

He even got his preferences about her through observation.

But at this moment, Qiao Ansheng's words seemed to **** the hidden thoughts in his heart, making him a little embarrassed, and when asked, he even didn't know how to answer Qiao Ansheng.

"Someone told me."

Qin Yanchen mobilized all his brain cells that were not good at lying, and racked his brains to think of a lame excuse. Fortunately, Qiao Ansheng did not continue to question him, who told him.

He just leaned against the door of the kitchen, not knowing where he was going.

Qin Yanchen was afraid that she would continue to think about it, and noticed the flaws in his words, so he hurriedly wanted her to take a bath, and said: "Go take a bath, the bathroom is..."

He was about to say, raised his head to meet Qiao Ansheng's **** and white eyes, thought for a while, took his hands out of the water, and wiped them carefully with a towel.

Then he stepped away from his long slender legs and walked towards Qiao Ansheng.

Qiao Ansheng didn't know what he was going to do, and looked at him blankly.

Qin Yanchen came over and took her hand.

His movements were natural and familiar, and his palm was probably just soaked in water, and with a little bit of moisture, Qiao Ansheng's hand was held by him.

I felt that his body temperature was much higher than her own, and the temperature of her palm was constantly immersing herself, as if she herself became warmer.

"This is the bathroom..."

Qin Yanchen held her little hand without changing her face and led the person to the door of the bathroom, and then tapped the door lock with his fingertips: "This can be locked from the inside, don't worry."

Putting Qiao Ansheng at the door of the bathroom, Qin Yanchen let go of her hand with a reluctant gaze, turned around, and prepared to continue cleaning the kitchen.

Seeing him like this, Qiao Ansheng gave up the idea of ​​rushing to wash the dishes in her heart. She stood firmly at the door of the bathroom, watching Qin Yanchen's voice softly and solemnly: "Thank you, Yanchen..."

Qin Yanchen didn't stop, just fingered his fist gently between his legs.

He had already turned around, so Qiao Ansheng didn't see at all. In that instant, the intense emotions surging in his eyes...

It was as if he had drunk the most mellow wine, his heart was intoxicating, and the corners of his lips were rising uncontrollably.

No one has ever been able to call his name so much that his heart is rippling.

Qin Yanchen stood by the pool again, washed the dishes, put them in the cupboard, looked up and saw his reflection on the glass, with deep eye sockets and a high nose.