Chapter 322

"Look, now the 'Emperor's beauty is a disaster' doesn't even need to knock on the door. Can you compare with a finger of others?"

Yang Ruoyun's words are rarely funny. He no longer speaks. His relaxed words wake Chi Yang up easily.

When they looked at each other, they both shook their heads. They were very aware of current affairs and calculated in their hearts.

I plan to wait until the two inside have finished talking, and then come in and report on my work.

Qin Yanchen's office is designed in black and cold colors. When he first came in, he always felt harsh and clean. Maybe the relationship between them has risen sharply in recent days.

Qiao Ansheng didn't feel harsh when he came in at this time.

Qin Yanchen raised his eyes and saw that it was her. Although there was no expression on his face, the smile in his eyes spread quickly.

Qiao Ansheng, immersed in his gentle eyes, wriggled uneasily. She reluctantly pulled out a smile: "President Qin, I made another copy of the investment plan last month. Do you have any questions?"

Qiao Ansheng can distinguish between work and life. At this time, his tone is very respectful, just like the way of conversation between subordinates and superiors.

"If there is no problem, you can sign it. Please..."

She was unaware of it.

On the contrary, Qin Yanchen listened to her very polite tone and felt a little uncomfortable.

He has just untied his heart knot with Qiao Ansheng. No matter how he refuses people thousands of miles away, he always feels like immersed in honey every day.

At this time, hearing Qiao Ansheng's words, he couldn't help but hook his lips and smile low.

Trouble him?

His people sign and tell him to trouble him

Qin Yanchen thought so, but he also felt a funny meaning. Before pulling out any more cocoons, he heard Qiao Ansheng standing in front of him say, "President Qin and Qin, do you have time after work today? I want you to go somewhere with me. "

Qin Yanchen signed the investment plan very readily.

When he closed the gilt pen in his hand and looked up at Qiao Ansheng again, the kind of spoil in it would overflow:

"OK..."

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As a senior workaholic, Qin Yanchen was once called a ruthless work machine by Chi Yang. No matter how late he was, he had to deal with the work at hand before he went back.

The eldest brother didn't leave, which made the younger brothers stay here with the eldest brother. It's common until 8 or 9 o'clock, but today, these younger brothers found out.

Their boss left early!

So, the whole Qin family immediately shouted and ran, happily finished their work, stepped on the time point of getting off work on time, and flew home.

Chi Yang looked at the empty office. He showed a surprised expression, but it was immediately replaced by a kind of ecstasy.

He took off his work card and suddenly said to himself, "Hey, don't say it yet. In fact, it's good for president Qin to be a confused king all the time..."

At the moment, HunJun himself was driving, and the co pilot drove Qiao Ansheng all the way to a place in the western suburbs.

It was evening, the setting sun set in the west, and the golden afterglow was like a long river on the dark earth.

Qin Yanchen stopped the car and had an accident: "how did you come to this place?"

In front of him was a large cemetery... The cemetery in the western suburbs.

Large white marble tombstones on the grass stood in the afterglow, pulling out a long shadow in the twilight. A group of snow-white pigeons cooing not far away saw someone coming.

All of them flew with a roar, and a large number of fluttering birds were startled in the grass.

"Sweep the grave..."

Qiao Ansheng stepped down from the car. A gust of wind blew not far away. She pressed her clothes: "today is aunt Lin's memorial day."

She faced the light and looked at the man beside her.

Qin Yanchen stood in front of her against the light, wearing a black windbreaker. The wind came, and the clothes of his windbreaker fluttered in the wind.

Qiao Ansheng couldn't see his expression clearly, but after a long time, he only heard the man's voice mixed with some bleak wind: "HMM."

They passed through the grass. The direction of the tombstone was backlit and reversed, and the whole was caged in the shadow. Only one stone tablet just fell in the last brilliance.

Qiao Ansheng stopped in front of the stone tablet.

The last glow of the sunset shines on the stone tablet. In front of the tombstone are several bouquets of long decaying flowers. On the tablet is a black-and-white photo. The woman with long hair in the photo has a gentle smile.

"Aunt Lin, I've come to see you. I haven't seen you for a long time."

Qiao Ansheng walked over gently and was about to bend down to pick up the rotten flowers in front of the monument, but someone stepped ahead of her and reached out to pick up the flowers.

The outline of the man's side face was as quiet as water in the sunset: "what's the matter with her...?"

Qiao Ansheng flashed a complicated look and sighed: "just after you went abroad, about half a year or so, my aunt suddenly fell ill. When I arrived, my aunt was dead."

Qin Yanchen stared at the people in the picture, his expression hidden in the dark light, dark and unclear: "is she seriously ill?"

Qiao Ansheng nodded: "aunt Lin had been ill once before. The doctor also called me at that time. Only then did I know that Aunt Lin was ill."

"How did she spend her last time..."

Qin Yanchen couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. Sour and bitter all rushed over, making it difficult for him to even pronounce words at the tip of his tongue.

After he returned home, he tried to contact Lin Qing, but he couldn't.

It turns out that yin and Yang have long been separated.

"Although I try very hard to take care of her, my aunt has something in her heart. She... She always feels sorry for you..."

The last point of the setting sun also fell, and the afterglow disappeared. Only the woman in the photo turned her face sideways, smiled and looked peaceful.

Dusk hung over, and the wind made a small rustling sound across the grass from a distance.

Qiao Ansheng saw Qin Yanchen's eyes fall on the picture of the tombstone.

There is always a hint of depression in the man's quiet eyes.

Qiao Ansheng felt very uncomfortable. She stepped over, stretched out her hands and gently hugged Qin Yanchen.

Qin Yanchen didn't move. His black lacquered eyes were in a strange mood: "I've never blamed her."

No matter how Yao man spoke ill of Lin Qing in front of him, in Qin Yanchen's heart, Lin Qing always stood with an inestimable weight.

In the only happy time he had, apart from being with Qiao Ansheng, the rest was his childhood.

Qiao Ansheng felt even worse when he heard the speech.

For Qin Yanchen, it is too difficult for people to accept that his loving mother has suddenly become a human trafficker.