Become a Big Brother’s Favorite After Marriage

Song Cheng pushed his own frame with a gentle smile.

Qiao Ansheng shook his head: "No! You see I call seniors! You can come as you please, seniors, don't be restrained."

Originally, the opponent's level was only one level lower than his own, plus he was a former alumnus.

Qiao Ansheng has a feeling of closeness from the bottom of his heart.

Song Cheng nodded, the smile on his face continued to expand, revealing a row of clean white teeth, and his brows were relaxed: "That's fine..."

He inadvertently scanned the roses on the table that Qiao Ansheng had carefully put away, and the eyes behind the lenses flashed with joy.

"I went on a business trip the other day, and I just came back today, to give you some souvenirs."

Qiao Ansheng was stunned, only to find that the other party was carrying a large gift box in her hand. She reacted somewhat dullly: "Ah, no need, senior! You are too polite..."

Qiao Ansheng frowned slightly. The other party's gift box looked like a high-end gift box. She was disrespectful and refused, and she walked around the table to stop him.

Song Cheng insisted on putting down the gift box, and while pulling, he reached out and held Qiao Ansheng's hand.

Qiao Ansheng's hands are very soft.

Song Cheng squeezed it in his hand, only feeling like he was holding a good nephrite jade. The ice was slippery but soft, and his heart jumped like an electric shock.

"You're welcome, I just thought you might like it, so I bought it easily. It's not expensive. You can keep it. This is what I brought to you as a senior, not because we are a superior..."

Qiao Ansheng's hand was suddenly held by him, and he subconsciously wanted to throw it away, but after forbearing, he still pulled it out calmly: "Senior, you really don't need to be like this."

With his palm empty, Song Cheng was slightly lost, but he could only give up.

How could Qiao Ansheng accept his things? Although Song Cheng said it sincerely, she also knew how to take others' hands short, so she wouldn't want it.

Qiao Ansheng carried the gift box in his hand and was about to put it back into Song Cheng's hand.

The two of them were a little closer because they rejected the gift box. Song Cheng only felt a light scent drifting from the tip of his nose, not knowing it was the scent of roses.

It still comes from the fragrance of Qiao Ansheng.

His heart palpitated. Before he could speak, the stalemate between the two was interrupted by a knock on the door: "Excuse me, both of you, excuse me."

Qiao Ansheng peeked his head from Song Cheng's side, and saw Chi Yang standing at the door with a subtle expression, holding a document in his hand:

"Miss Qiao, here is a document that President Qin asked me to give you..."

He is used to calling Qiao Ansheng, even now Qiao Ansheng is promoted to manager, he still calls Miss Qiao as always.

Song Cheng also saw Chi Yang, and hurriedly reduced his almost distracted mind, his expression was a little embarrassed. Chi Yang was Qin Yanchen's assistant, and he ran into his mind.

Song Cheng was somewhat embarrassed, and he straightened his voice: "An Sheng, Chi Special Assistant should have something to ask for you, so I won't bother you for now. You talk."

After all, he straightened his bow tie, turned and left.

"Senior..."

Qiao Ansheng still wanted to call him, but found that people were walking faster than rabbits.

She sighed, staring at the gift box beside her with some annoyance: "This..."

Chi Yang carefully glanced at the gift box she was holding, and instantly understood what they were doing just now.

Yo, this is a gift.

His eyes were full of interesting exploration, but his expression was straightforward: "Miss Qiao, you need to sign."

Chi Yang handed over the document.

Qiao Ansheng couldn't chase him out in the face of Chi Yang, so he had to put down the things in his hand first, took the documents and took the pen in front of the desk to sign.

"By the way, Miss Qiao, there is an auction at Huisheng Auction House today. President Qin wants you to participate in..."

Qiao Ansheng signed his name and handed it to him: "Auction?"

What is she going to do at the auction?

"Mr Qin said that he wanted you to take a picture of something for him..."

Qiao Ansheng nodded, and turned his head to catch a glimpse of Chi Yang's eyes looking at the gift box frequently.

"what happened?"

Seeing her asking questions, Chi Yang smiled slightly: "It's okay, but I think Vice President Song is really willing."

Chi Yang glanced at the trademark on the gift box, meaning something.

"The bird's nest in the gift box is made in Indonesia. One gram costs a hundred. With such a box, it is estimated that there are more than eight thousand..."

Qiao Ansheng didn't have much knowledge or interest in these skin care products, but when he heard about the price, he was still a little frightened.

Thinking in her heart, she would send Song Cheng back to Song Cheng if she said anything so valuable.

Moreover, Qiao Ansheng sent away Chi Yang, staring at the high-end gift box.

Even if he was insensitive to feelings like Qiao Ansheng, he was aware that Song Cheng was too affectionate to him.

As a senior, Qiao Ansheng had only a few impressions of him at first, and he had no intention of over-developing the relationship, but the other party showed a little excessive enthusiasm.

Qiao Ansheng was pondering, and only hoped that he was thinking too much.

With Qin Yanchen's instructions on hand, she had to put aside the work in her hands and first went to Huisheng Auction House in accordance with Qin Yanchen's instructions.

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At the same time, Qiao's family.

"Get up! It's on my skirt! Get up!"

Shen Peixiang kicked Qiao Mingdong, who was drunk and slumped on the sofa with a displeased face.

Qiao Mingdong opened his eyes full of bloodshot eyes, his beard was unshaven, and he just moved a bit when he heard the words, but the whole person was already decadent on the sofa, muttering something unclearly in his mouth.

The originally crowded sofa was even more crowded because of his joining, and Chen Peixiang was disgusted by the smell of alcohol on his body.

She pinched her nose and shouted into the room: "Miyagi! Come and drag your dad away! It's a hindrance here! It prevents me from putting on makeup..."

Qiao Gongcheng sat on the other side crookedly, busy playing games, did not move for a long time, but replied very impatiently: "Let him lie down! Mom, don't bother me! I'm busy!"

"If you ask you to come over, just roll over! He is here! How do I sit!"

When Chen Peixiang saw his son's unsatisfactory look, he was also out of anger.

Qiao Gongcheng finally moved his eyes away from the phone. Seeing Chen Peixiang's glaring look, he knew that she was angry, so he could only put down the phone for the time being.

Moved over very reluctantly, still complaining: "It's really annoying! I know drinking all day long! Just drink and die outside!"

For them, Qiao Mingdong has long lost his father's majesty. Since returning to Qiao's hopelessness, he has spent the whole day drinking to dissipate his sorrows, and he looks drunk every day.

Every time I get drunk, I will go crazy at home, which is annoying.