Become a Big Brother’s Favorite After Marriage

When the shooting ended, it was almost dusk.

After sending away the three photographers, Qiao Ansheng turned and went into the kitchen, and began to prepare dinner.

Her physical condition was much better than last night, and her stomach didn't hurt much anymore. She thought that she owed Qin Yanchen another favor today, so she planned to cook and cook a meal by herself to express her gratitude.

There are plenty of ingredients in the refrigerator, and most of them were purchased by Qin Yanchen personally from out this morning.

Seeing Qiao Ansheng busy in the kitchen alone, Qin Yanchen did not stop him either.

For one thing, Qiao Ansheng doesn't seem to be a serious problem now. Secondly, it takes a lot of time to take pictures. He has to go upstairs and continue to deal with the important tasks at hand. There is really no time to prepare dinner...

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Qin Yanchen stared at the beautiful figure who was wearing his apron with his back facing him, his eyes narrowed.

Today's family portrait is not so much a small wish to shoot, as it is a wish of his own.

Take a family portrait...

This is what he had always wanted to do four years ago, but he couldn't do it in the end.

...

The sky gets darker.

Accompanied by the sound of Qiao Yuan watching TV in the living room, a person has been busy in the kitchen for two full hours, and Qiao Ansheng has finished today's dinner.

On the dining table, the freshly baked dishes are steaming hot and tempting.

"How do you taste this braised mandarin fish? The first time I cook, the taste may not satisfy you."

After putting the last dish of soup on the table, Qiao Ansheng asked the man sitting on the main seat with his eyes blinking brightly.

She remembered that Qin Yanchen liked to eat this dish before, so she made it specially today!

However, she actually doesn't cook this dish very often, so she feels a little nervous at the moment, fearing that what she did is not to Qin Yanchen's appetite.

"Not the first time."

Qin Yanchen looked at the table full of dishes, but suddenly said this sentence from his mouth.

Then, he stretched his chopsticks towards the braised mandarin fish.

After Qiao Ansheng heard the words, he was slightly startled.

Not the first time...

What is not the first time?

After repeatedly pondering the meeting, Qiao Ansheng suddenly remembered that she did not seem to be cooking for Qin Yanchen for the first time.

It's just that Qin Yanchen didn't eat a bite of the table of dishes she cooked last time, and finally poured them all.

Qiao Ansheng felt a little sad, but didn't think much about it.

But she didn't know that all the dishes she thought were thrown away actually went into someone's stomach.

Seeing Qin Yanchen eating vegetables silently, she raised her hand and gave Qiao Yuan some vegetables again: "A Yuan, you can eat more, and my sister has made what you like!"

"Sister, it's delicious!"

Joe wished that his cheeks were bulging and he ate very happily.

Qiao Ansheng heard the words, his eyes lit up, "You can eat more if it tastes good."

I just feel very relieved in my heart.

Since Qiao Yuan came here, the atmosphere at home has become a lot more harmonious and lively.

"Brother-in-law, you don’t know. I was sick before and my appetite has always been poor. Sister, in order to let me eat more, cooks for me every day. Look, her cooking skills are coming up? Now she cooks. It's so delicious, you can go to the restaurant outside to be the spoon!"

Halfway through the meal, Qiao Yuan suddenly began to talk about the past.

The food in the hospital is very healthy, but the taste is very ordinary. For people who are ill, they can't stimulate the appetite at all, but their appetite is declining.

But if you don't eat it, your body can't get nutrients in time.

So in order to make him eat more, Qiao Ansheng cooked meals every day and ran to the hospital, researching various recipes on the Internet, just to allow him to eat more with each meal.

At the same time, the cooking skills have grown wildly.

"Okay, you can't stop your mouth after a meal?"

Qiao Ansheng whispered a bit cautiously, and didn't want to mention his own affairs at the dinner table.

Her brother didn't know, but she knew that Qin Yanchen wouldn't want to know how she used to be or how she is now, and if he goes on, he will only make himself in an awkward situation.

This topic was interrupted by Qiao Ansheng.

But in Qin Yanchen's heart, it was a bit uncomfortable at the moment.

From Qiao Yuan’s words, you can hear how hard Qiao Ansheng has been alone for the past four years... She has to go to school, take care of her younger brother, and find ways to pay for medical expenses. How did she survive?

Since it was so hard, why did you give yourself that one million check in the first place?

...

In the middle of the night, everything is silent.

The light and shadow in the bedroom are dim, and there is a layer of tranquility.

Qiao Ansheng was lying on the soft bed, and for the first time he unloaded all the burdens on him, allowing him to sleep with the man next to him without any worries, but without any worries.

Every menstrual period is her safe period.

The man beside her can't do anything, so she can naturally sleep peacefully.

But these few days of the month, is it not very uncomfortable, whether you sleep lying down or sleeping on your side, you can’t find the most comfortable sleeping position...

Covered with a soft and warm quilt, Qiao Ansheng was tossing around underneath, and there was a flurry of turmoil, stirring up the man with his eyes closed next to him, and now he had to open Youtong.

But Qiao Ansheng was still unknowable.

Still moving around in the bed, completely unaware of how her unconsciously rubbing against the man next to her in the process of turning her around gradually disturbed a pool of spring water, and how it disturbed the eyes of the man's eyes to become more and more intense. ...

When Qiao Ansheng turned his body again and threw a faintly scented hair on the man's chest, Qin Yanchen, who had been strained and endured for a long time, finally slammed, lifted the quilt, and suddenly got out of bed.

Qiao Ansheng was taken aback, and then subconsciously asked: "Where are you going? Are you still working in the study so late?"

Peeking his head from the quilt, Qiao Ansheng was surprised, thinking that Qin Yanchen suddenly remembered that there was something important that he had not dealt with, so he got up in the middle of the night and worked diligently.

In the warm room, the atmosphere is inexplicably stagnant.

Qin Yanchen turned his back to the head of the bed, in his usual indifferent tone, but at this moment, he was affected by some inexplicable irritability: "I'm going to the bathroom to take a cold shower."

Qiao Ansheng: "..."

Take a cold shower?

In this winter when the snow can't even melt?

Is this planning to freeze yourself into a bad cold?

Thinking of this, Qiao Ansheng frowned and became more puzzled. She was about to persuade her, but when the first tone overflowed from her throat, she was suddenly startled, as if she had realized something.

Seeing the man's broad back, she opened her mouth, without making the last sound, but her face gradually became a little hot.

Then he retracted his body back into the quilt, and lay down obediently as before, never daring to move indiscriminately anymore!

Listening to the sound that suddenly disappeared in his ears, Qin Yanchen sighed lightly, feeling angry and helpless, and no longer deliberately said that. He raised his leg and walked towards the bathroom.