Chapter 350

Qiao Ansheng looked at the roses in the corridor. His forehead twitched. A crow flew over his head, leaving a series of ellipsis.

"President Qiao, President Qiao! Is this from your boyfriend? "

When the curious melon eaters saw the party concerned, they couldn't help coming together and asked eagerly.

She sighed silently in her heart, but still squeezed out a smile and nodded: "well, right."

With such a big publicity, she really can't think of anyone except Qin Yanchen.

But hasn't the man already sent a bunch of flowers? Why do you suddenly send so many flowers now.

"Wow! How happy! Such a boyfriend, please give me a dozen! "

That group of people, especially those female colleagues, raised a burst of startling voices one after another after they got Qiao Ansheng's answer.

Qiao Ansheng closed his eyes, smiled awkwardly, stared at the envious eyes, reluctantly raised his feet, and squeezed into the door from the pile of flowers.

Quickly open the door and go in, so as to avoid being submerged by the sea of flowers.

He slapped the flowers on his body with his hand. Qiao Ansheng took a big breath of the fresh air in the office. He only felt that his uncomfortable nose was taken off.

"What's the matter with this man?"

Qiao Ansheng took out his mobile phone and called Qin Yanchen. There was no accident there. It was almost a second to answer.

The man didn't know what he was doing. His voice was compressed by electronic signals, but it was cold and soft: "hello..."

"Why do you send so many flowers!"

Qiao Ansheng looked at the roses carefully sprayed with water on his desk and thought about the flower basket outside. He couldn't help but have a headache.

"Just a bunch! If you don't save so much, it will break down immediately. What a waste... "

Qiao Ansheng still couldn't change some of her little habits over the years. When she thought of converting those flowers into RMB, it was thousands.

There was a burst of flesh pain in the chest.

The most important thing is that these flowers are basically disposable things. They can't be worn or eaten. If you look at them, they will rot.

The man over there waited for her to finish her hard work, and then gently said, "I didn't send the first bunch of flowers."

Qiao Ansheng wanted to continue preaching to the man, but the man's words made her pause: "what, what?"

Qiao Ansheng looked at the bunch of roses on the table in disbelief: "didn't you send it? Who will send it? "

She always thought that the bouquet of flowers was sent by Qin Yanchen. In order to thank him, she sent a circle of friends. Who would have thought that the bouquet of flowers was not sent by Qin Yanchen at all.

Did Qin Yanchen look at the bunch of flowers and be jealous, so he moved such a sea of flowers in such a big way.

Qiao Ansheng finally sorted out the Oolong in the temple, but he soon pestered her for another year.

If Qin Yanchen didn't send the flowers, who would it be?

After Qin Yanchen said that, the phone was strangely quiet.

Not only on the phone, Qiao Ansheng is quiet.

Each other can hear the sound of breathing.

After Qiao Ansheng wanted to understand, he was suddenly embarrassed. Anyway, he felt guilty. Should this man think he was deliberately sending a circle of friends and hint something to him?

"Er... Well, by the way, when do you get off work in the evening? I and we will go home together later..."

The topic was so stiff that it was a little outrageous.

"If you leave work early... Wait, wait for me, do you hear me?"

When Qiao Ansheng was racking his brains and didn't know how to save the embarrassing scene, the door of her office was knocked. Qiao Ansheng was almost relieved.

"Let's do it first! I have something to do here. We'll talk about it after work... "

Qiao Ansheng did not wait for Qin Yanchen to say anything, but hung up the phone in a hurry.

Qin Yanchen looked at the phone with a blind tone in his palm.

The man smiled softly and briefly.

His eyebrow bone is very high, which makes his eyebrows and eyes look very deep, and now there is a happy color in these deep eyebrows and eyes.

Qin Yanchen put away his mobile phone and, facing the people in the conference room, he choked their necks. The silent people coughed: "go on."

The people at the table haven't reacted from his transformation, and they heard their high-ranking president say: "all work hard, finish work early, and everyone can get off work and go home on time..."

The eyes of those people at the bottom are about to stare down.

To them, Qin Yanchen's remark is no different from the gospel of the new century in the Bible. It is both rare and surprising. Many people here even want to slap themselves.

See if you're dreaming.

Xu Shiqin Yanchen has finally become a little popular these days. He is no longer as cold as he used to be. He sees that the smile between his eyebrows has not subsided.

A bold man raised his hand and joked with a slightly narrow voice: "did President Qin call our president's wife just now? Does the president's wife urge you to go home early? "

Qin Yanchen thumbed through the document and paused.

He sat there, the whole person was outlined by light and shadow, the outline was very beautiful, obviously very cold, but there was softness in his eyes, just when everyone thought he couldn't answer.

Qin Yanchen nodded and gave an unexpected "um":

"She said she would come home with me after work."

In a word, the whole meeting room was almost blown up.

go off work? Go home with President Qin?

In other words, the president's wife is not a full-time housewife, and may even be a strong career woman.

The men whispered "wow" in their hearts.

But Qin Yanchen was still there. They didn't dare to be too obvious. They had to bear the gossip in their hearts one by one and wait for a good discussion after the meeting.

In the end, who is sacred, can actually put Qin Yanchen such a flower of kaolin that does not enter the oil and salt into the bag.

"Buzzing..."

Today, things happened one after another in the company, and the discussion among colleagues in wechat has never stopped.

Qiao Ansheng's cell phone rang on the table and made a lot of noise. She took her cell phone, took a look at the full discussion groups, and reached out to click the no disturb mode. Only then did she sit upright and face the people in front of her.

"It's all right, senior. What can I do for you?"

Just now, song Cheng suddenly knocked on her door. After entering the door, he said he wanted to ask her something, but he really waited for Qiao Ansheng to come.

Song Cheng's look was full of difficulties.