Chapter 539

After a long time, a delicate white arm was stretched out from the veil, groped on the table for a long time, touched the mobile phone and turned off the alarm clock of the mobile phone.

Qiao Ansheng rubbed her eyes vaguely. Her whole body, including her brain, seemed rusty. It took a long time to open her eyes.

It's the familiar furnishings of your room.

She yawned and slowly recovered her consciousness. She looked at the bright light outside the window. She frowned, turned over and pulled open the veil in front of her.

If you want to see the time, the result is that you can't see the time with a clock hanging on the wall.

He had to rub his eyes again, reached out and took the mobile phone on the table. As soon as he opened the screen, he was stabbed by the light of the mobile phone.

She subconsciously closed her eyes. After a while, she took the mobile phone back. She narrowed her eyes and saw the time on the mobile phone.

On the lit screen, several huge numbers: 8:25.

Qiao Ansheng saw the time, an exciting spirit, and almost jumped out of bed.

However, she didn't have the strength in the end. Not only did she have the strength, but her whole body was like being run over by a car. She just got up and pulled to a place with some pain under her body.

The rising acidity and softness made her "Oh" again and fell back softly.

"It's over. I'll be late! How can you sleep so dead! "

Qiao Ansheng took a deep breath and reached out to touch the quilt next to him. It was empty

When the man is away, look at the coldness of the bedding. It should have been up long ago.

Qiao Ansheng was in a hurry. Seeing that time, she was about to be late. Just about to get up from bed, the door of the room was pushed open. She subconsciously pulled the quilt and covered her traces.

His head was tucked into the quilt, and no hair was exposed.

As soon as Qin Yanchen came in, he saw a small ball bulging on the bed. His heart was soft. He walked over, opened the quilt for her and stretched out his hand to hold her.

"Get up, little lazy pig..."

The man's voice is full of laughter, spoiled and gentle.

Qiao Ansheng pouted, half opened one eye, and looked at him angrily: "did you mean to bother me so late last night that I would be late!"

Qin Yanchen picked the man up from bed and said, "you won't be late. Your boss is here."

He said he wasn't late, he wasn't late.

Qiao Ansheng gave him a blank look. She didn't want men to use this special authority. It was enough for people to talk about parachuting to the investment department at that time.

She could only stare at the man angrily, kick away the quilt and get out of bed.

However, he was weak all over. As soon as he sat up, his waist was soft.

"Hiss... You bastard! Don't you know to be lighter! "

She didn't have the strength to hold her waist, looked at the refreshing man sitting by the bed, and scolded.

Qin Yanchen knew he was wrong and did not refute. He stretched out his hand and gently massaged her waist and legs.

His strength was just good and his technique was also good. After pressing it for a long time, Qiao Ansheng felt that the pain around him had disappeared a little.

She waved the man's hand: "don't think I'll forgive you!"

Why is she always the one who is paralyzed and can't get out of bed?

Qiao Ansheng couldn't understand it. He bit his teeth and pulled the clothes in the man's hand. He was self reliant to wear clothes. Her tender lotus root like arm was full of fingerprints left during mischief last night. She didn't notice it at all.

The collar of the pajamas was a little open, revealing the same jade white body inside. Qiao Ansheng shook off his sweater and put it on his body. As a result, it was half covered. Because his arm was sour, he only covered his head and couldn't move.

I can only frown and stop over there.

The man knew she was tired. Seeing that she wanted to be strong, he smiled, took the sweater from behind her and continued to wear it for her.

"Don't laugh!"

Qiao Ansheng was angry.

"OK."

Qin Yanchen held back his smile and gently dressed her.

Qiao Ansheng turned his back to him. On the back of frost and white bullying snow, there were little marks, like red plums falling on the snow.

Qin Yanchen couldn't open her eyes. Her Adam's apple was moving up and down, from her smooth jade back to a pair of long legs exposed outside her pajamas.

Her legs were straight, straight and well proportioned, and her small feet were swinging around.

Qin Yanchen put her sweater on and put her pants on. His hand inadvertently touched her soft waist. He paused and unnaturally deviated his head.

He pressed the beast that was about to get up again, restrained himself, dressed her, turned out thick socks and put them on her.

After getting dressed, he took Qiao Ansheng to wash.

Qiao Ansheng refused to admit that she was about to live into a rice bug. She had to be held by a man every day to wash and dress.

She was a little ashamed, but she thought that every time a man tossed himself like that, hugged himself, put on clothes and washed his face. What's the matter.

Suddenly he became a little at ease again.

She rolled up her sleeves, her long hair fell behind her back, hummed an out of tune tune tune, and brushed her teeth in front of the washing table.

Qin Yanchen leaned against the door and looked at her long hair hanging behind her.

It seems that Qiao Ansheng always wears long hair or a ponytail.

Qin Yanchen inadvertently thought that when she was in college, for some time, she always liked to tie two small balls on her head, which was cute.

In fact, Qin Yanchen had paid attention to her for a long time at that time.

But Qiao Ansheng did not know that there was such a person who had been paying silent attention to her.

She tied two small balls on her head that day, sat quietly on the stone benches on both sides of the school road, and bit the glutinous rice dumplings at hand.

She has a professional book on her lap.

Qin Yanchen stood not far away and saw her far away. He stood there looking at Qiao Ansheng's beautiful profile quietly.

Until Qiao Ansheng finally seemed to notice his eyes. He still bit zongzi in his mouth and raised his head from the book.

That should be the first time Qin Yanchen looked at Qiao Ansheng.

At that time, he was a little flustered and nervous. He unconsciously licked the corners of his lips and clenched a layer of fine sweat in his palm.

He wanted to smile with her, but he always felt at a loss. He didn't laugh and didn't know what he would look like when he smiled.

Just stood there clumsily.

At this time, Qiao Ansheng laughed first.

She took the book in her hand, stood up and walked towards Qin Yanchen. Qin Yanchen had a heart and got stuck in her throat.

He stayed there with sweat in his palms.

Does she know him? Did she come to say hello to him?