Chapter 323

Qiao Ansheng loves him, "in fact, she is your biological mother..." this sentence has been neatly arranged on the tip of her tongue.

But was stopped decisively by reason.

"Ansheng..."

The voice of Lin Qing's vicissitudes of life and her pale and haggard face leaning on the bed suddenly floated in her ears.

"My time is running out. I want to ask you something..."

"Yao man is not an easy woman to deal with. I want to ask you to keep Yanchen confidential about my relationship with Yanchen. Only Yanchen will never know about it, Yao man can rest assured and Yanchen can be safe..."

Lin Qing is terminally ill. Her face is thin and only a skeleton is left to support her. The whole person can't see the former elegance.

She grabbed Qiao Ansheng's hands, which were as dry as old bark: "Ansheng, can you promise aunt? Aunt, please, for Yanchen and for me to die at ease... "

Qiao Ansheng had no way to refuse such a request.

She woke up from her memory and looked at Qin Yanchen's gloomy face in front of her. She endured it. She thought of Lin Qing, who had settled in peace, still suppressed the impulse.

Gently patted the man on the back: "it's okay. You don't have to blame yourself. Let the past pass..."

Her tone was full of comfort and patted Qin Yanchen's small hand, as if she had smoothed the wrinkles in his heart with some magic.

He looked down and saw Qiao Ansheng's worried eyes, warm chest, grabbed her hand, put it on his lips, printed a kiss, and then held it together.

"Yes."

Qin Yanchen glanced at the humble place around him: "did you prepare this cemetery?"

At that time, he left in a hurry. He couldn't even get the news of Qiao Ansheng, not to mention that Lin Qing and Yao man kept these things secret.

Now I think only Qiao Ansheng will do his best to help Lin Qing.

Qin Yanchen can't bear to hate Lin Qing. He is the closest person ever. He can't bear to see such a miserable scene of her first.

"Yes, I made it... I didn't have money at that time, but I was buried rudely, and the funeral was a little simple..."

When Qin Yanchen asked this question, Qiao Ansheng was embarrassed.

She hurriedly lowered her head, the hand that was not held, some nervously pinched the corner of her clothes, and her vision fell on the man's high black leather shoes.

When the time came, ah Yi's hospitalization fee was enough for her headache. Later, she pieced together for a long time to help Lin Qing hold a fairly simple funeral.

Looking at her little face red because of embarrassment, Qin Yanchen shook his head, stretched out his hand and gently touched the top of her hair: "you did a good job, an Sheng, thank you..."

The palm of a man is kind.

Qiao Ansheng couldn't help but look up at him and show a bright smile. His apricot eyes were as gentle as a stream under the sunrise.

Qin Yanchen looked at her and remembered the past in a trance. Lin Qing had such a hard time between them. I don't know her

"Those years when I was away..."

Qin Yanchen paused for a moment. He glanced at Qiao Ansheng, suddenly stretched out his hand and gently pinched Qiao Ansheng's face.

Qiao Ansheng's cheek was slightly baby fat, and his hand felt soft.

"Did you have a hard time?"

A trace of surprise flashed across Qiao Ansheng's face.

She reacted and pressed down the strangeness and complexity at the bottom of her heart. Then she snorted with hatred and waved away his claws.

She raised her little fist and beat it hard on Qin Yanchen's chest. She glanced at Qin Yanchen and said, "it's OK. It's much better than you are abroad!"

Although, it's really hard.

However, Qiao Ansheng did not intend to tell Qin Yanchen about this.

Hearing the speech, Qin Yanchen held her pink fist and flashed a trace of apology on his face. To speak, Qiao Ansheng stretched out his hand and touched his thin lips: "by the way, when you returned home, did you think of a possibility? What if there were someone else around me?"

Qin Yanchen gently hooked the corners of his lips. His eyes always fell gently on Qiao Ansheng: "thought about it."

How could I not have thought about it?

Not only thought about it, but also had nightmares.

Qin Yanchen's feelings for Qiao Ansheng are pending and have not received Qiao Ansheng's response. He can only think like self abuse over and over again.

How is she? Is there anyone else around her?

What if you go back and still refuse to accept yourself?

Will she think of herself as if she were possessed?

……

Qin Yanchen thought a lot, but in the end, none of them was defeated by a firm idea. Even when he went back, he found that Qiao Ansheng and others had decided the outcome.

Then he won't give up.

"What do you want to do?"

Qin Yanchen's long black eyelashes drooped down and did not answer.

Qiao Ansheng pulled the golden button on his chest and was curious about the idea that the baby wanted to break the casserole and ask to the end: "say it? What would you do if you came back and found me with someone else? "

Qin Yanchen once again grabbed her little hand and pressed it on his chest.

Because only separated by a thin layer of clothes, the temperature under the palm was hot, mixed with a strong and powerful heart beating sound.

"I can wait until I break up, or I can leave when I get married..."

The man's voice is like a spark in Qiao Ansheng's heart. It is domineering and autocratic. Qiao Ansheng's whole body is a little crispy.

"Have you ever thought about other women?"

"No..."

Qin Yanchen paused, "you have to."

Qiao Ansheng didn't slow down for a long time. He heard a different kind of love from Qin Yanchen's words, and the blood rushed all over his body.

She glared at Qin Yanchen angrily.

This man looks cold on weekdays, but how can he talk so provocative? Who did he learn from?

Qiao Ansheng's face turned red, but the corners of his lips couldn't help rising.

"You will only pick up good words to deceive me!"

She said coyly and angrily. Immersed in Qin Yanchen's hot feelings, she couldn't go up and down. She could only take a step forward and gently put her head against his chest.

Night came down, the lights in the city lit up, the lights of thousands of families, the bright lights fell on people's hearts, and they were warm and comfortable.

In some cool night breeze, Qin Yanchen hugged the person in his arms.

Very tight, very tight.

The thick lost and recovered delicacy includes Qin Yanchen.

Luckily, she's back.

Because she really has to.