Chapter 540

Qin Yanchen had a huge wave in his heart. When she came over, what would he say to her? He has never been very good at talking or making girls happy.

Will it make her hate herself

However, Qiao Ansheng just looked at him, and then his eyes crossed him again and walked behind him: "Ansheng! What are you doing here? "

Another girl's voice came from behind Qin Yanchen. Qiao Ansheng also ran happily and walked happily: "I'm a little hungry, so I bought something to eat here..."

"What kind of hair are you wearing? It also seems that you are too young! Wait, I'll tie you a better one in class... "

"OK."

Qin Yanchen turned around in a daze, but he could only see Qiao Ansheng's back.

She affectionately took the hand of her classmates around her, and the smile on her side was very happy. They walked shoulder to shoulder and intimately towards the classroom.

Qin Yanchen stood there, for a moment he didn't know whether he should be happy or jealous.

Happy because Qiao Ansheng finally had a look at him, although Qiao Ansheng didn't know him or remember him.

However, in a flash, he began to be crazy jealous of everyone around her. He was jealous that they could touch people they couldn't touch at any time.

They can live with Qiao Ansheng and even help Qiao Ansheng tie his hair.

But he can only face Qiao Ansheng's back and even come forward to say hello. He is afraid that he will offend Qiao Ansheng.

"Why don't you wear that hair anymore?"

Qin Yanchen stared at her long hair and suddenly asked.

Qiao Ansheng spits out toothpaste foam in his mouth: "what kind of hair?"

She was a little stunned. She didn't know why the man suddenly said such words and widened his eyes.

Qin Yanchen came over, took down the towel, wiped the toothpaste stains off her mouth, and looked gentle: "it's the kind of two ball heads..."

Qiao Ansheng puffed and laughed, "eh, two balls, do you mean that kind of little Nezha head? That's a pupil, okay? I don't look good now, and I can't do it... "

"You've pierced it before."

In college, Qin Yanchen held her hair with his hands full.

Qiao Ansheng looked back with his eyes open and his mouth slightly open. "You mean in college? My roommate helped me tie it... "

She is very clumsy. She will comb a ponytail on weekdays. If it is more complicated, she will be helpless.

Qin Yanchen listened, pursed his lips and was silent. He couldn't help taking a step forward and reached out to touch Qiao Ansheng's hair, soft and silky.

Qiao Ansheng saw that his eyes had been staring at his hair. He couldn't help laughing again: "why, do you like my hair like that?"

Qin Yanchen was silent for a moment. It was like some embarrassed low eyes. He gently replied: "well."

In his life, apart from Qiao Ansheng, he seldom takes the initiative to admit what he likes. When Qiao Ansheng pricks up the two balls, he feels good-looking from his heart.

The dull and cute girl has two small groups on her head. She is playful and cute. People are very happy to see her.

More importantly, every time Qiao Ansheng sticks out such a head, he often sees it and can't help imagining that if one day, Qiao Ansheng is really with him

Will she let herself tie her hair like this?

Qiao Ansheng glanced at the silent man holding his hair next to him.

She had already clearly understood the man's secret love for herself in college. It must be that she pierced the little Nezha head in college, which left him a deep impression.

At that time, he completely ignored him.

Qiao Ansheng's heart softened. She spit out her mouthwash, put down her toothbrush and cup, bent down and began to wash her face. Her voice was a little hoarse mixed with the murmur of water.

"Do you... Want to tie me that hair?"

Qin Yanchen's fingertips curled up inadvertently. He replied in a low voice: "I want to."

Qiao Ansheng smiled. Her face was clean and pure. She wiped her face and sat on the dresser again. She turned over several leather ropes from the table and handed them to Qin Yanchen's palm.

"I really can't tie two small balls now. You can tie one for me. You can catch all my hair at the back, roll it and tie it with hair rope..."

Qin Yanchen nodded and held her long soft hair in his palm. One day, he could finally touch Qiao Ansheng like those who used to be.

The man's hand is stupid, and he has never tied his hair. His hair can't be pulled up. He can only be pulled down again.

Once when it was removed, the hair rope pulled her hair and was torn off. Qiao Ansheng didn't say anything, but Qin Yanchen first changed his face.

"Does it hurt? No more... "

Qiao Ansheng looked up at him, smiled and shook his head. In his eyes, he was encouraged and comforted: "it doesn't hurt..."

When he got up again, Qin Yanchen obviously hesitated a lot.

Qiao Ansheng is not so delicate, but Qin Yanchen is too careful. In his heart, this is the same as a baby.

After a long time, he tied up his hair reluctantly. It was just loose. Qiao Ansheng stretched out his hand and sorted it out a little.

Turned his head and asked him, "tie it up. Do you like me like this?"

Qin Yanchen nodded. Black pupil fell on her hair again. There was a strange emotion in her eyes.

"You can tell me everything you want to do with me in the future, including when you haven't been with me in college, you can tell me what I want to do together, and we can do it together..."

Qiao Ansheng's smile is as warm as the breeze.

Now she can't help feeling soft when she thinks about the restrained and loving feelings of men in college.

Secret love is a very hard job. Qiao Ansheng can vaguely feel it, so he always regrets that he didn't like Qin Yanchen earlier.

Make up for the moment when they passed by countless times in those years.

Qin Yanchen's fingertips moved and put them in her black hair.

A second later, he leaned over and kissed the end of her hair inch by inch: "OK..."

I got up a little late in the morning and asked a man to help tie my hair for a while. When Qiao Ansheng came downstairs, he was really late for work.

She simply gave up. Anyway, she was going to be late. The boss was not in a hurry, and she was not in a hurry.

He immediately slowed down and went downstairs for breakfast.