Chapter 340

Xiao Zhang was also at a loss. He glanced at the rose, glanced at Qiao Ansheng, and shook his head: "I don't know, Mr. Qiao, maybe it was sent by one of your suitors?"

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Qiao Ansheng was even more confused. She found a small pink card hanging on the corner of the bouquet and hurriedly pulled it out.

The small pink card is also full of fragrance. It is gilded with gold. A bow is tied at the corner of the card. It looks very exquisite.

"I like your bright smile."

Looking at the vigorous and powerful font on the card, Qiao Ansheng couldn't help thinking of the man's handsome posture. After reading it, Qiao Ansheng couldn't help laughing again.

This naked declaration of love, she did not want to, so she attributed the bouquet of roses to Qin Yanchen.

"Well, OK, I see."

He dismissed Xiao Zhang casually. Qiao Ansheng's smile seemed to be soaked in preserves. What flowed from the bottom of his eyes was rippling joy.

Although she wondered why Qin Yanchen sent flowers, she was more surprised.

Qin Yanchen is not really a person who can understand romance. His romance ends in Qiao Ansheng's mind.

That is, Qiao Ansheng will prepare whatever he wants.

When he was young, Qiao Ansheng felt that those who sent flowers were vulgar and never let him send them. Now he is a little older. Instead, he was teased by a bunch of flowers and didn't disappear into the office.

It's not the function of flowers, but the feeling that she likes to be held in her heart by men. She feels that she is still held in the palm of his hand as before.

Qiao Ansheng carefully put the flowers on the table, borrowed a small watering can from the assistant office next door, received some water and sprayed them on the flowers little by little.

The flowers stained with water become more and more bright, the petals bloom slightly in a spiral shape, and the aroma soon spreads around.

Qiao Ansheng touched the flowers and felt his heart as soft as these flowers.

Put the flowers in the most conspicuous place. She stretched out and sat at the table, becoming more energetic.

When she was about to open the document, Qiao Ansheng suddenly seemed to think of something. She touched one side of her cell phone and fiddled with the flowers.

He gave the flower a click.

She is embarrassed to thank men directly, and can't be ecstatic about men. It seems how naive she is. She can be so happy when sending flowers.

Qiao Ansheng thought for a moment. He might as well send a circle of friends and let him have a look.

Qiao Ansheng points into the circle of friends. The first circle of friends to bear the brunt is Qi Yan, a former colleague.

Qi Yan found her boyfriend and sent a close picture of them.

In the photo, both of them are laughing happily, and their love can't be covered. It can be seen that they should be in love.

Qiao Ansheng paused with his fingertips for a second.

The bottom of my heart filled with a feeling of loss.

She took a look at the intimacy of the two people. Under the circle of friends, there were a row of colleagues who painted "wish 99" for the two people.

Qin Yanchen looks much better than her boyfriend!

Qiao Ansheng said to himself in a disappointed heart.

The line of sight stays on the bottom row.

When will she be able to openly accept everyone's blessings with Qin Yanchen?

She fantasized about that situation. It is estimated that those people in the company will only be shocked at that time. Who still wants to bless them?

However, this emotion lasted for a short time, fleeting, and soon replaced by another energetic idea.

"Cheer up, Qiao Ansheng. When you stand as high as him, no one will say anything!"

Qiao Ansheng's eyes lit up a shining fire, and his small face was full of enthusiasm.

She posted a picture of the rose and attached a note.

After thinking about it, it was set to be visible only to Qin Yanchen.

After all this, Qiao Ansheng threw away his mobile phone, gathered his spirit and began today's work wholeheartedly.

……

Qin Shi, top level president's office.

"Mr. Qin, your work schedule today..."

Chi Yang knocked on the door and put the work schedule in his hand on Qin Yanchen's table.

Qin Yanchen didn't speak. He sat on the expensive black leather office chair with his eyes on the mobile phone in front of him

Just now, when he had nothing to do, he opened wechat, but unexpectedly found a small red dot in the column of wechat friends.

Qin Yanchen's number is a private number, and there are not many people added.

On weekdays, Gus is the biggest circle of friends.

Sometimes, Qin Yanchen brushes dozens of dynamics in a row, all of which are Gu Si, so he doesn't bother to open it on weekdays, but today, he does it by magic.

As a result, when it opened a little, what came face to face was a full of roses.

It's from Qiao Ansheng.

"Thank you for your roses..."

Qin Yanchen raised his eyebrows. The big bouquet of roses looked bright and dazzling.

He has banned office romance, but some people dare to break ground on Taisui. Is it his people who covet it?

At the moment, the sun is just right. Qin Yanchen is bathed in the sun. His skin belongs to that cold white color. When he doesn't laugh.

Even in the sunshine, it can make people feel estranged and indifferent for no reason.

Chi Yang didn't know that his president had fallen into the vinegar jar. He just felt that the Qi field on Qin Yanchen was gradually getting cold.

He didn't dare to rub his arms in front of him. He could only move his steps and step back a little.

"President Qin? If nothing happens, I'll go out first... "

Chi Yang bowed his head. After waiting for him for a long time, there was no movement. His legs were going to stand numb. He couldn't help it. Then he whispered.

Qin Yanchen's complexion was not very good. The whole person was like a piece of cold ice. His raised eyelids were like a sharp blade. He impatiently interrupted Chi Yang's words: "something..."

……

Qiao Ansheng doesn't know it at all. She is concentrating on her work in the office at the moment. After reading the report, she is sure that there is no problem.

She signed it.

Just then, the door of the office was knocked from the outside

"Please come in..."

Qiao Ansheng closed the pen into the cap and raised his voice.

The door opened, and the person who came in was song Cheng.

When Qiao Ansheng saw each other, he nodded politely and stood up from behind the table: "song Xuechang..."

Song Cheng is wearing a slim suit today, white T and black pants. All his hair is combed behind his head with hair wax. The golden frame is gentle and capable.

"Ansheng... Well, do you mind if I call you Ansheng? If you mind, I can call you President Joe... "