Chapter 317

Qiao Ansheng paused and calmed his mind. Qin Yanchen gave her a step. She wanted to go down the step: "President Qin, I have something to report to you alone..."

Qiao Ansheng's voice was as usual, but it was filled with tears. Others didn't recognize Qiao Ansheng's voice, but Qin Yanchen recognized it at once.

He finally kept a piece of treasure, but now he didn't know why he was going to cry. His heart was about to soften into a pool of water.

He stood up without saying anything. With a low "um", he got up and walked towards Qiao Ansheng.

"What's going on?"

The man's figure covered Qiao Ansheng's side. The cold breath of Qin Yanchen haunted Qiao Ansheng's nose, making her nose more sour.

She just stared at Qin Yanchen. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would expose the voice with a crying cavity.

Qin Yanchen saw the tears in her eyes and sighed at the bottom of her heart: "I know."

He turned around and a room full of people looked at him with different faces.

Qin Yanchen had a cold light in the corners of his eyes, like a dagger, and swept it one by one until the people who talked the most had to lower their heads temporarily under his eyes.

"That's all for today's meeting."

He turned to look at Qiao Ansheng again and drew back the cold light in his eyes: "let's go..."

He walked out first. Seeing this, Qiao Ansheng hurriedly raised his feet and followed him out.

When passing by the door, Qin Yanchen heard the voice behind him. He gave Chi Yang a wink.

Chi Yang knew it and nodded respectfully.

Qin Yanchen was relieved to leave the mess behind, so he took Qiao Ansheng to his office.

Seeing that he was not as angry as expected, Chi Yang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and was relieved until Qin Yanchen came out of the conference room.

He just greeted and faced those people who looked different and talked about it: "ladies and gentlemen, just now miss Qiao found some important things that are inconvenient to disclose to you, so please don't speculate so as to avoid getting into trouble."

Chi Yang's face remained unchanged: "this is the end of the meeting. I'll inform you of the time of the next meeting."

"Assistant Chi, President Qin, he..."

Others wanted to say something, but Chi Yang had raised a finger to his lips. He hissed gently to stop the restless people.

"You don't have to ask me. I don't know what it is. It should be a very important thing. Let's break up the meeting today."

Away from the restlessness in the conference room, Qiao Ansheng is still afraid of the people inside and dare not make any rash moves.

Instead, Qin Yanchen

Almost as he walked out of the conference room, he reached out and grabbed Qiao Ansheng.

The man's palm was warm and dry and wrapped her whole palm.

Qiao Ansheng still wanted to struggle. She was afraid of being seen, but Qin Yanchen didn't give her a chance to struggle at all. So he held hands and returned to the office.

After entering the office, Qiao Ansheng shook off his hand and rushed to her: "show me your injury!"

She said she was going to pull Qin Yanchen's clothes.

Qin Yanchen was stunned. He was still thinking about what would make Qiao Ansheng look like he was about to cry. Now he thought it was because of himself.

The warm current surged in his heart. The noon sun dotted the man's face through the window edge. He reached out and held Qiao Ansheng's small hand tearing his clothes.

"It's all right. It's ready."

Qiao Ansheng bit his lips and refused to speak. He just stubbornly raised his head and looked at him.

Qin Yanchen often sees her face like this. He is like an ignorant hairy boy, but all kinds of reasons can only be softened.

He put his hand around her, and the love in his eyes was about to overflow, splashing all the way to Qiao Ansheng's heart.

"It's really all right..."

The man reached out and wiped away the tears from Qiao Ansheng's eyes.

In my heart, I was a little dissatisfied with Yao man.

He managed to hide it from her, but Yao man stabbed him.

Every tear Qiao Ansheng shed was like gouging out a bowl of blood from his heart.

Looking at Qiao Ansheng's sobbing appearance, Qin Yanchen's heart was all out of rhythm. He could only hold her small face and was at a loss:

"I don't hurt. Don't cry..."

The thick fingers rubbed against his belly, and there was a man's gentle voice in his ear. Qiao Ansheng's tears almost rushed out. She sucked her nose: "then show me?"

Qin Yanchen was stunned for a moment. He still hesitated.

Qin Tianhai did a good job last night. He went back and had a vigorous exercise with Qiao Ansheng in the evening. Qin Yanchen doesn't know what's going on on his back at the moment.

He was afraid to scare Qiao Ansheng.

Qiao Ansheng saw that he was pursing his thin lips and was silent. He knew that he would not. Wei Qu rushed up, and the tears in his eyes were shaky again.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

When Qiao Ansheng thought of what happened last night, he was angry and anxious: "Qin Yanchen, what am I in your eyes? You don't tell me anything. It used to be like this, and it's the same now. I'm really powerless now, you know? "

Qiao Ansheng's eyes were as dim as covered with a layer of dust.

"I love you dearly. I also want to share the pain with you, but you won't give me any chance now... Qin Yanchen..."

Her voice was crying, like a small brush with sharp barbs, scraping Qin Yanchen's heart a little.

"I just want to see how hurt you are."

The man's face changed, facing Qiao Ansheng's pear blossom and rainy face.

He had some helplessness and some rare sighs, pinched Qiao Ansheng's small hand, and his tone was as soft as the spring breeze in March: "OK, don't cry, let me show you."

He loosened Qiao Ansheng's hand and unbuttoned his shirt by himself.

Qiao Ansheng walked around behind him.

Because it was summer, the man only wore a black shirt. The shirt took off and exposed the strong and broad back under the clothes.

At Qin Yanchen's age, his back, waist and abdomen have shown the steadiness and straightness of a man, covered with thin muscles.

There is no excessive blood pressure, but it is also full of a sense of power.

But Qiao Ansheng didn't have the heart to watch many, and her eyes stayed on the white back.

The whole back is crisscrossed with several red traces. The others are OK, except the one in the middle. The wound is torn and covered with blood.

In addition, at a glance, the powder was hastily applied, which made the whole wound look ferocious.