Become a Big Brother’s Favorite After Marriage

Very light, like the smell of orchids.

The warmth in his heart is more enthusiastic than the sunset in the evening. He looked at Qiao Ansheng restrainedly, almost reluctant to blink, and said a faint voice on his lips: "Yeah."

Qiao Ansheng let go of his hand, Wen Zhong lay down on the bed again, shaking his two thin white legs without a quilt, and continued to look down at the documents in front of him.

Qin Yanchen stared at her profile and the side of her hair that was slipping down. He was a little dry. He endured it and sat next to her, bowing his head and glanced at the file she was holding at random: "What are you looking at? ?"

She frankly moved the things spread out on the bed in front of him.

"In this quarter's investment report, I have been lying in bed for so long, and I will almost become a bug if I don't work. You see, how many catties have I gained..."

As she said, she stretched out her two pink-colored arms and showed Qin Yanchen the "fat" that almost didn't exist.

Qin Yanchen squeezed her wrist, tightened the cuffs, and tucked her arms into the quilt again, shook her head, and said honestly, "Not fat."

Qiao Ansheng saw that everyone was by her side, and she didn't want to lie on the hard bed anymore. She got up and fell into his arms again: "By the way, you came just right. I didn't understand one place. You can help me see. Look."

She tapped a number on the file with her fingertips.

Qin Yanchen leaned over, gently stroking her back with his hand, and casually glanced at a few lines above that number: "Well, what's the matter with the ratio of shareholders' equity to debt?"

Qiao Ansheng moved her body, and the man's hand pressed her waist, making her very uncomfortable.

The temperature of the man's chest was a bit high, and his hands were not honest. Qiao Ansheng made him feel hot after a while. He glared at him, pushed his hands away, and slipped out of his arms.

"Why is this amount so large?"

Qin Yanchen didn't let her resist at all, so he pressed her on her waist strongly and brought the person back again.

Qiao Ansheng had no choice but to obediently let him be at his mercy.

Qin Yanchen let out an unclear "um".

He leaned close and pressed his back, and the heat he brought up when he spoke almost hit Qiao Ansheng's face.

Qiao Ansheng was itchy, and she kept shrinking to the side. The report was about to be crumpled by her. She pursed her lips and grinned, and hummed his hand: "Don't make trouble, it's itchy, I still If you want to work, quickly explain to me, is there any error in this amount?"

A strange light gradually condensed in Qin Yanchen's black eyes, and he sniffed the cartilage on the side of Qiao Ansheng's ears.

The fresh scent was like poison, volatilizing in his blood, causing uncontrollable throbbing. Under this throbbing, his voice became a little dumb: "No."

In front of Qin Yanchen, Qiao Ansheng’s white skin was radiant and milky. His throat was twitching, and he added for a long time: "Is it big?"

Qiao Ansheng didn't notice his abnormality. She pinched her hand on her chin, shook her head left and right, avoiding the touch of the man, and glanced at the report on her lap.

"No, this amount is too much larger than the normal value, right?"

The shareholder's equity to debt ratio, the larger the value, indicates that the public has enough capital to guarantee debt repayment.

The ratio of Qin's figure is far beyond the general range. In other words, Qin's funds are quite sufficient now, to what extent?

Qiao Ansheng raised his head slightly, carefully calculating the string of figures and profits in his heart.

This level is roughly equivalent to that monthly interest alone is enough to feed the four major banks in the world.

Ever since Qiao Ansheng first came into contact with Qin's assets, he had intentionally or unconsciously discovered that the empire Qin Yanchen had built was far larger than she had imagined.

But it can be seen from the huge daily income and expenditure distribution.

Sometimes Qiao Ansheng looked at those countless zeros, and he was a little numb. Thinking about Qin Yanchen, this man is estimated to be worth tens of billions now.

No, more than tens of billions, look at this strong asset.

Facing those numbers, Qiao Ansheng once felt that this man should not only be the richest man in Nan'an now, but he is also probably second to none in the country.

"If I were worthy of you, I wouldn't be as hard as you, and still go to work every day. I want to lie down at home and make money!"

The man really made her feel uncomfortable, Qiao Ansheng turned over, kicked his hand away, and chose to turn to the bed.

She lay flat, raised the report on the bed, squinted her eyes, glanced at the man with a flat expression next to her, and said with emotion: "Enjoy life, can't you? Let's lie down at home and count the money. Is it? Boss..."

She looked at Qin Yanchen from the corner of her eyes, and her smile was full of narrowness.

There are no outsiders at this time, so Qiao Ansheng's state is very lazy and relaxed.

She has Erlang's legs tilted, her trousers are loose, and a pair of thin ankles are very slender.

Xu Ye has never seen any light. The entire foot surface is very white and small, and each nail is pink and tender like a shell. It is shaking back and forth, looking cute and foul.

Qin Yanchen pulled her trousers down.

Qiao Ansheng stared at Qin Yanchen, her eyes shimmering as if Xinghe's eyes were hidden. She suddenly sat up from the bed, curled her hands into fists, and stretched out in front of Qin Yanchen: "Big brother, can I interview you?"

Qin Yanchen raised his eyes and looked at her enthusiastic look. The corners of his lips raised slightly, and he nodded following her movement.

Qiao Ansheng cleared his throat solemnly and said: "Excuse me, do you have any dreams for making money so desperately? It is not the alarm clock that wakes up the boss every day, but the dream, right?"

Qin Yanchen had a smile in his eyes.

"In order to let you lie down at home and count the money."

The wind blasted loudly outside, hitting the transparent glass through the window screens.

"what……"

Qiao Ansheng was reasonable and unexpected to this answer.

She was stunned for a few seconds with a "tsk", thinking that Qin Yanchen could say something bold, but she didn't think it was this.

Qin Yanchen looked at her with the tenderness in his eyes that could drown people.

Qiao Ansheng blinked his eyes, dimples on his face, did not speak, but retracted his hand, and turned to squeeze Qin Yanchen's hand.

The man's hand was just smeared with hand cream by her, with the fragrance of hand cream.

She put the man's hand on her face.

I don't know if Qin Yanchen's palm is too wide, or Qiao Ansheng's face is too small, and this hand almost covers her face.