Become a Big Brother’s Favorite After Marriage

Qin Yanchen felt a huge wave in his heart. When she came over, what would he tell her? He has never spoken much, and he hasn't been very happy with girls.

Will she make her hate herself...

However, Qiao Ansheng only glanced at him, and then, his gaze passed him again and walked behind him: "An Sheng! What are you doing here!"

Behind Qin Yanchen came the voice of another girl, and Qiao Ansheng rushed over happily, walking happily: "I'm a little hungry, so I bought something to eat here..."

"What kind of hair do you tie? It seems that you are too tender! Wait, I will tie you a better look in class..."

"it is good."

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

She affectionately held the hands of her classmates next to her, with a very happy smile on her face, and the two of them walked towards the classroom intimately side by side.

Qin Yanchen stood there, not knowing for a moment whether he should be happy or jealous.

I am happy because Qiao Ansheng finally met him, although Qiao Ansheng didn't know him or remember him.

However, after a short while, he began to be madly jealous of everyone around her, jealous that they could touch people he couldn't even touch at any time.

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

As for him, he was only able to face Qiao Ansheng's back, and even stepped forward to say hello, fearing that Qiao Ansheng would be disgusted.

"Why don't you tie that kind of hair anymore?"

Qin Yanchen stared at her long hair and asked aloud.

Qiao Ansheng spit out the toothpaste foam from his mouth: "What kind of hair?"

She was a little stunned, she didn't know how the man suddenly and inexplicably made such words, her eyes widened.

Qin Yanchen came over, took off the towel, and wiped off the toothpaste stains on her mouth, with a gentle expression: "It's the kind with two ball heads..."

Qiao Ansheng snorted and laughed: "Hey, two ball heads, do you mean that kind of little nezha head? That's only for elementary school students, okay? I don't look good now, and I don't know how to do it. ..."

"You pierced it before."

In college, Qin Yanchen held her hair full of hands.

Qiao Ansheng opened his eyes and opened his mouth slightly. After thinking about it, he was a little surprised: "Are you talking about college? It was my roommate who helped me pierce it..."

Her hands are very clumsy, and she would have a ponytail on weekdays, and if she was more complicated, she would be helpless.

Qin Yanchen listened while pursing his lips in silence. He couldn't help taking a step forward, reaching out and touching Qiao Ansheng's hair, which was soft and silky.

When Qiao Ansheng saw his eyes fixed on his hair, he couldn't help but smile a little deeper: "Why, do you like my hair tied like that?"

Qin Yanchen was silent for a moment before he softly replied with a slightly embarrassed low eye: "Yeah."

Except for Qiao Ansheng in his life, he rarely confessed what he liked actively. When Qiao Ansheng **** those two balls, he thought it was good-looking from the bottom of his heart.

The dull and cute girl has two small **** on her head, cute and playful, making people very happy when they see it.

More importantly, every time Qiao Ansheng sticks out such a head, every time he sees it, he can't help but imagine that, if one day, Qiao Ansheng will really be with him...

Would she also let herself tie her hair like this?

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

She had already clearly understood a man's crush on herself when she was in college, and it must have been the kind of little Nezha that she had used in college, which left him a deep impression.

At that time, he completely ignored him.

Qiao Ansheng felt soft, spit out the mouthwash, put down the toothbrush and cup, bent over to wash her face, her voice was slightly dumb mixed with the gurgling water.

"Then you...want to tie me that kind of hair?"

Qin Yanchen curled up his fingertips inadvertently, and he replied in a low voice, "Yes."

Qiao Ansheng smiled, her face clean and pure, she wiped her face clean, sat on the dressing table again, turned a few leather cords from the table, and handed them to Qin Yanchen's palm.

"I really can't tie two small **** now. You can tie one for me. You can grab all the hair behind me, then curl it up and tie it with a hair rope..."

Qin Yanchen nodded, holding her soft long hair in his palm. One day, he could finally touch Qiao Ansheng anytime and anywhere, just like those people before.

The man’s hands are stupid and he has never tied his hair.

When it was taken down once, the hair rope was dragging her hair, and several strands were torn off. Qiao Ansheng didn't say anything, but Qin Yanchen's expression changed first.

"Does it hurt? No more..."

Qiao Ansheng looked up at him, smiled and shook his head, his eyes were encouraging and comforting: "It doesn't hurt..."

When he tied it up again, Qin Yanchen's movements obviously hesitated a lot.

Qiao Ansheng couldn't be so delicate, but Qin Yanchen was too careful. In his heart, this was like a baby.

After a long time, the hair was **** reluctantly, but it was loose. Qiao Ansheng reached out and tidyed it up a little.

Turning his head to ask him: "It's done, do you like me like this?"

Qin Yanchen nodded, and the black pupil fell on her hair again, with strange emotions hidden in her eyes.

"What you want to do with me in the future, you can tell me everything, including when you were not with me in college, and you thought about what I would do together, you can tell me, let's do it together..."

Qiao Ansheng smiled with a gentle breeze.

As long as she thinks about the restrained and fond feelings that a man faced when she was in college, she couldn't help feeling soft.

Secret love is a very hard work, Qiao Ansheng can vaguely understand, so in the bottom of my heart, I always regret not being able to fall in love with Qin Yanchen sooner.

Earlier to make up for the moment when the two passed by countless times in those years.

Qin Yanchen moved his fingertips and placed them in her black hair.

A second later, he leaned over, and kissed from the tip to the end of her hair inch by inch: "Okay..."

It was a bit late to get up in the morning, and let the man help tie his hair for a while. When Qiao Ansheng went downstairs, he was truly late for work.

She simply gave up, anyway, she would be late anyway, the boss was not in a hurry, and she was not in a hurry.

I immediately slowed down and went downstairs to have breakfast.