Chapter 352

Qiao Ansheng opened his mouth, paused, nodded very seriously, and she pointed to the door.

"Well, yes, although I'm very moved, you still remember me, but I'm sorry, I can't give you any response, because the flowers at the door weren't sent by my boyfriend..."

Song Cheng fiercely raised his head. Before the joy in his eyes was brewing, he was dispersed by Qiao Ansheng's next sentence: "that's what my husband gave me."

husband?

Song Cheng's body stiffened. He thought that as long as he wasn't a boyfriend, he would still have a chance. As a result, Qiao Ansheng didn't surprise himself.

Directly from boyfriend to husband.

Song Cheng was choked, his face turned red, and the green tendons around his neck burst.

In the end, he is amorous. People are married now.

Looking at the big hand of sending flowers, I'm sure I won't be a middle class like him.

Song Cheng was flustered in an instant, some embarrassed and some embarrassed.

He stood up with a stiff body. After standing up, he felt quite wrong. He had to bend down again and bow to Qiao Ansheng. His action was very standard, and his hand was close to his leg.

His tone trembled: "yes, I'm sorry, I don't know... It bothered you... I..."

Song Cheng stammered.

Qiao Ansheng was also startled. He quickly stood up and comforted him: "senior, don't look like this. It's not your reason. I didn't explain it to you in advance."

Song Cheng's mind was in a mess. First, he was disturbed by Qiao Ansheng's long speech, and now he was nailed to the ground directly by two words in Qiao Ansheng's words.

His ears were buzzing for a long time. In his mind, he remembered Qin Yanchen's unusual desire for Qiao Ansheng that day.

Will her husband be Qin Yanchen?

Somehow, the idea became more and more profound in his mind.

Men naturally have a desire to win or lose, and song Cheng is no exception. Almost when this idea appeared, a strong reluctance stirred his thoughts.

So that he didn't think, he asked out regardless: "is that President Qin? Right? "

If it is Qin Yanchen, you can explain why Qin Yanchen, who has always been on the top floor, often appears on their floor during this period of time.

Why was Qin Yanchen so targeted at himself that day, and even the company's rules were changed.

Song Cheng almost laughed at himself and said, "because he is president Qin, he doesn't like me, does he?"

These successive questions were too sharp and too mean, which made Qiao Ansheng speechless for a while.

However, when she was struggling with how to answer so as not to hurt song Cheng, a male voice suddenly inserted at the door, saving the cold air, which interrupted Qiao Ansheng's thoughts.

"Yes."

The two people in the room were all stiff. Looking back, they saw Qin Yanchen slowly raising his feet and stepping in, with a cold hostility between his eyebrows and eyes.

After Qin Yanchen entered the house, he conveniently closed the open door.

He stood next to Qiao Ansheng step by step, put his hand on Qiao Ansheng's shoulder and took the whole person into his arms.

Qiao Ansheng still wants to struggle, but Qin Yanchen's action is very overbearing and beyond doubt.

The man lifted his eyelids. The folds of his eyelids were very deep, like a sharp blade: "all the time, the person you miss is my wife..."

His words were straightforward and indifferent.

Qiao Ansheng obviously saw song Cheng's body shaking with the naked eye.

For a long time, he was able to save his courage and looked up at Qin Yanchen: "President Qin..."

Qin Yanchen waved his hand and interrupted his words: "I warned you a long time ago. Don't move your mind. You still haven't held back..."

Song Cheng's face decayed. His whole face looked like dead gray and looked bloodless.

Qiao Ansheng was very unhappy when he listened. He secretly raised his head, frowned and glanced at Qin Yanchen. The look in his eyes meant that Qin Yanchen should not say too much.

After all, I still have to work with colleagues in the future, and song Cheng's talents are there. If he hadn't parachuted here this time, he would have taken office.

In fact, when Qin Yanchen appeared in the office, song Cheng's sense of loss and frustration burst out uncontrollably.

I also interceded for Qiao Ansheng that day, but he was just a husband and wife. He needed to intercede for Qiao Ansheng. He was like a clown.

He directed and acted a touching comedy.

Song Cheng bowed his head and said, "yes, I'm sorry, President Qin, I understand. It won't be like this in the future..."

He looked at Qiao Ansheng and bowed again. There was more unspeakable emotion in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Qiao. It's bothering you. I'll pay attention to it in the future. No similar thing will happen again."

Qiao Ansheng quickly waved his hand: "it's not much trouble, but don't take it to heart."

She pushed Qin Yanchen's hand away, went to the table, picked up the bunch of bright roses and stuffed them into song Cheng's arms.

"You are so excellent, I believe you will meet a girl who is more suitable for you in the future..."

Song Cheng glanced at the rose in his arms and smiled sarcastically: "no matter how excellent, what's the use? It's not that he is despised by others..."

Song Cheng's life has been smooth, and he has not suffered any big storms. He tried his best to catch up with Qiao Ansheng and held the idea that the potential is inevitable.

As a result, I found that I was walking in a dead end.

Song Cheng was disheartened, and even his tone was rather self pity.

Qiao Ansheng listened to his self deprecating tone and felt a little confused. He wanted to open his mouth and persuade him again that there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world. Why should he fall in love with her flower.

But she opened her mouth. When she was about to speak, song Cheng didn't listen. She turned and was about to leave, so Qiao Ansheng's words were blocked.

She looked at Song Cheng's back and showed a disappointed expression on her face. It seemed that she had offended people.

Qin Yanchen looked down and saw her lost expression.

Qiao Ansheng's appearance was reflected in the man's eyes. Although it was cold, it was extremely gentle.

He sighed at the bottom of his heart, reached out and patted Qiao Ansheng on the shoulder. Suddenly he opened his mouth and shouted out the lost song Cheng.

"Stop..."

Song Cheng stood at the door, didn't look back, turned his back to the two behind him, and tried to squeeze out a calm sentence: "President Qin, do you have anything else to say?"