Chapter 351

Seeing that he looked so nervous, Qiao Ansheng could not help but pinch his sweat secretly for fear of spitting out some bad news from Song Cheng's mouth.

"No, nothing, just want to ask... Ask..."

Song Cheng sat opposite Qiao Ansheng, but he didn't dare to see Qiao Ansheng. He just lowered his head and pressed his hands on his knees.

He wondered if the flowers at the door of the office were from Qiao Ansheng's boyfriend.

Because of this, the information of the company group was 99 + every minute. As soon as song Cheng brushed the news, he could no longer sit still and rushed over immediately.

But when he sat opposite Qiao Ansheng, he felt that his current behavior was too rash. Those flowers may not be boyfriends, but they may be suitors.

After all, Qiao Ansheng is so excellent.

On this deep thought, song Cheng was even more restless. His hidden feelings made him restless.

"Those flowers today, Ansheng..."

He finished with the tip of his tongue, full of language, and didn't know where to start. He stopped as soon as he was out.

Qiao Ansheng blinked his watery eyes, full of confusion. She didn't hear clearly, so she couldn't help but gather forward and said, "ah, senior, what are you talking about?"

As soon as she approached, her elegant fragrance mixed with a trace of rose fragrance hit the tip of song Cheng's nose, which made song Cheng have courage for no reason.

Since college, he has not confessed because of his cowardice. Do you want to lose to his cowardice again now?

With this in mind, song Cheng took a deep breath, curled up his fingers, and his knuckles were a little pale.

He raised his head and looked directly at Qiao Ansheng in front of him: "Ansheng, I sent the bunch of flowers this morning."

After the first sentence was opened, the remaining words were like flood discharge, and easily spit out of his mouth.

"I liked you very much when I was in college, but you didn't notice me at that time. Now I have a house and a car, and I have enough economic conditions to give you happiness. If you don't have a boyfriend, can you consider me?"

Like pouring beans, he poured all his feelings over the years to Qiao Ansheng.

Joe Ansheng paused for a few seconds before he reacted.

Have you been confessed?

Unexpectedly, after so many years, she can still receive such a green confession.

Qiao Ansheng wanted to laugh, but he had to be nervous about the tense look of Shang song Cheng.

"Senior, you are too direct..."

Qiao Ansheng smiled in her apricot eyes. She glanced at Song Cheng, who was very cramped. She stood up and gently patted him on the shoulder, went to the desk and picked up the bunch of flowers.

"I can understand your current mood, but I still want to ask the senior. Do you like me in the past or me now?"

She carefully re inserted the cards in the flowers, put them in the flowers, and then put the whole bunch of flowers on the table in front of them.

The rose petals were stained with water, full of vitality and fragrance.

"When, of course, I like you now."

Song Cheng did not hesitate.

Qiao Ansheng smiled and his eyes were clear.

"Well, here's the problem. Can we count one hand we've met since we first met? Senior, you said you like me now. What do you like about me? "

Song Cheng was caught off guard. He didn't expect to be tripped here.

"I..."

Song Cheng's fingers twisted together, and his white face was flushed.

Qiao Ansheng saw him muttering, slowed down his voice and continued: "I appreciate your liking. After all, I'm honored to be liked by an excellent person like you, but you should make it clear that you like the hazy feeling in college."

"Or do you really like me now, who has become very secular? I can tell you without hesitation that I am not alone with me in college. "

Song Cheng's green confession made Qiao Ansheng not have the heart to refuse him directly. He simply enlightened him a little bit directly, hoping that he could see his heart clearly.

Song Cheng's face also flashed a trace of hesitation, but soon became firm: "no matter what you become, I like you. This feeling will not change."

Qiao Ansheng was drinking water and was choked by his words. It seemed that song Cheng was deeper than she thought.

She coughed fiercely twice, coughed out the water choked in the throat, took out one side of the paper towel and wiped her mouth, then slowly asked, "senior, you should find out whether you really like that feeling, or are you unwilling to make trouble?"

Song Cheng didn't know why. He looked at Qiao Ansheng in a daze: "unwilling?"

"What you like is me in college, but you regret that you didn't tell me in time, so when we meet again..."

Qiao Ansheng wiped the water from the corners of her mouth, and her eyes looked solemnly at Song Cheng.

"This feeling of regret makes you have an illusion, so you think you like me now..."

Song Cheng, a standard science man, talked about the big truth of Qiao Ansheng. His eyes were open and his face was full of a blank look.

"I..."

Holding his fingers, he looked at Qiao Ansheng's face and soon drifted to the bunch of flowers on the table.

Is that true?

He doesn't like Joe Anson now?

"When you were young, you always had to be ignorant, but what we liked at that time was not a specific person, it was just that this person could bring you some special feelings..."

Qiao Ansheng's voice is clear. She speaks clearly. Her voice line is between girls and women. It has a unique charm. It is crisp like a stream in late autumn: "you say, right, senior?"

Song Cheng couldn't help thinking that he paid attention to Qiao Ansheng from her voice.

Qiao Ansheng's voice is the best voice song Cheng heard in the whole university, especially when she stood on the debate platform in high spirits.

The crisp voice will be mixed with a little publicity of self-confidence.

Although Qiao Ansheng didn't take part in the debate much later, for song Cheng, her voice often appeared in his dreams.

Along with it, his outlook on Qiao Ansheng was somewhat blurred.

So what he likes is really like what Qiao Ansheng said. Does he just like some of the feelings she brings to himself?

Song Cheng, who has been dealing with numbers all year round, began to get tangled in his mind one by one. He frowned and sat there for a long time before he jumped out: "are you saying so much to me now that you want to refuse me?"