Chapter 337

He thought about it. The only thing Qiao Ansheng could hide was Lin Qing.

Especially when he was in Linqing cemetery, Qiao Ansheng looked like he wanted to talk and stop.

But why did she hide what happened to Lin Qing?

What did she hide from herself?

Qin Yanchen couldn't think of it. At that time, he was angry and betrayed by Qiao Ansheng. He was told that he was his mother who had always been dependent on each other.

It's a human trafficker.

The double blow made him embark on the road of wandering in a foreign country without hesitation. When he came back, he found that things were different.

Yao man has been secretive about what happened that year. Since she refused to tell herself, he had to investigate what happened that year.

Chi Yang took the order to go out. Qin Yanchen turned back again, but before he could think more, the ring of his mobile phone rang at hand.

Hearing the bell, Qin Yanchen quickly picked it up.

There came Qiao Ansheng's crisp Laughter: "why did you pick it up so soon? Aren't you busy?"

Qiao Ansheng looked at the time and saw that he didn't speak. He thought he was busy and embarrassed. She could say that she wanted to know what Qin Yanchen was doing at this time.

I didn't want to see it myself, so I had to call and harass him.

"No, no big deal. If you're busy, I won't bother..."

Before she finished, the man over there suddenly interrupted her: "you say."

Before Qiao Ansheng could react, he heard a man's voice through the microphone. His low voice approached her ear, unspeakable magnetism.

"You are the top priority."

Always.

Qiao Ansheng was no longer the second grade girl when he was young, but his heart beat like a deer at this time.

She blushed, covered her hot cheeks and tied her tongue for a long time before she reluctantly put together a sentence.

"Ah, that... That, I want to ask, after work, can we go to the steamer chicken, which we used to go to..."

"I, I want to eat..."

Hearing her slightly shy tone, Qiao Ansheng blushed and looked shy in Qin Yanchen's mind.

The corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably, and the tail tone would stick together: "OK."

Don't say it's a steamer chicken. Even if it's the moon in heaven, Qin Yanchen will try to pick it for her as long as she opens her mouth.

……

The sky outside is clear and stretches for miles.

A few days passed in a row, plain and without waves, but the feelings of the two people became more and more like glue.

On Biwu street, when the dawn of Nan'an, Qin Yanchen woke up early and opened his eyes.

These days, his sleep has been very shallow. He often dreams that he has returned to the cold bed abroad and woke up.

I couldn't help but want to touch Qiao Ansheng's soft body around me.

Just like now, Qiao Ansheng holds a small hand into a fist and puts it in front of his chest.

She was still asleep. Her hair was scattered on her face. She had a small white and tender face. Because she was asleep, she was flushed, white and red, like a white, tender and ruddy steamed stuffed bun.

Qin Yanchen seldom stares at Qiao Ansheng so attentively in front of her.

At the moment, Qiao Ansheng didn't wake up. He was unscrupulous. He reached out and gently picked up the hair falling on Qiao Ansheng's face, and then took her little hand and put it in his palm.

A love in my heart.

Qiao Ansheng's hand is very soft. It's soft in his hand.

Qin Yanchen held it in his hand, played for a while, and looked at the time. Only reluctantly put her hand into the quilt and gently kissed her forehead.

Gently picked up his clothes, went to the porch of the bedroom, changed his clothes and went out.

When Qiao Ansheng woke up, the morning light outside was already bright. She subconsciously stretched out her hand and touched it. The quilt was a little cold.

I should have got up early.

She turned over, sleepy eyes, some lying in bed, yawned, looked that it was still early, closed her eyes and went to sleep again.

Qin Yanchen prepared breakfast. Seeing that there was no movement upstairs, he couldn't help coming up to have a look. As a result, he saw caterpillars wrapped in quilts and shrunk into a ball on the bed.

He couldn't help laughing, walked over and "pulled" people out of the quilt.

"Sheng Sheng, get up for dinner..."

Qiao Ansheng couldn't even open his eyes when he heard his voice. His tender lotus root like arm stretched out, but vaguely pulled the quilt back.

Continue to wrap, roll on the pillow, and vaguely say: "woo... Don't want to get up, don't want to eat..."

She reluctantly opened her eyes to a gap, and remembered that she smiled at Qin Yanchen very soothingly.

"Don't worry, I'll pack up quickly. Let me sleep a little longer... I won't be late."

She turned over and continued to lie on the other side, closing her eyes and going to sleep again.

"No, I want to eat."

Qin Yanchen could not help feeling familiar and funny when he saw her like this.

In the past, Qiao Ansheng liked to stay in bed. He often took him to wash every morning. Now he still likes to stay in bed even when he is a few years old.

"I... don't eat anymore! I don't want to go to work anymore... I... I want to sleep! Don't bother me. Oh, let me sleep a little longer! "

Qiao Ansheng took out the pillow and covered his head in an attempt to suppress the man's voice.

These days, she often works late into the night for new investment plans, and sometimes she is tossed and tossed by men.

Qiao Ansheng is dying of curiosity.

Men sleep with themselves every time. More often, they fall asleep. They are still tossing. How can they look depressed.

He is always energetic, and even always shows a look of gluttony and laziness.

Qiao Ansheng's confused consciousness only had time to think about such a strange problem. When he was about to sleep over, he felt that a large piece of the bed around him was trapped.

His whole was carried into a hot chest.

The pillow pressed on her head was snatched away, and the man's hot breath sprayed thin on her neck, burning her a thrill

He opened Qiao Ansheng's quilt and answered happily: "if you don't want to go, don't go."

Qiao Ansheng was stunned for a moment. His brain was confused. He heard him continue to say, "let's do something else?"

Do something else?

Qiao Ansheng knew later, until the man's hand with the hot temperature pasted on her waist, and the temperature was like a soldering iron, which suddenly sounded an alarm in her brain!