Song Cheng pushed his frame with a gentle smile.

Qiao Ansheng shook his head: "No! Look, I'm calling me senior! You can do whatever you want, you can do whatever you want, no need to be restrained."

Originally, the other party was just one level lower than himself, and he was a former alumnus.

Qiao Ansheng felt a feeling of being close 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 eyebrows were relaxed: "That's fine..."

His eyes inadvertently swept over the roses on the table that were carefully put on by Qiao Ansheng, and a trace of joy flashed through the eyes behind the lenses.

"I was on a business trip a few days ago and just came back today. I'll give you some souvenirs."

Qiao Ansheng was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that the other party was carrying a large gift box in her hand. She reacted slowly: "Ah, no, senior! You are too polite..."

Qiao Ansheng frowned slightly. The other party's gift box looked like the kind of high-end gift box. She was disrespectful and refused directly. She walked around from the table and wanted to stop him.

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

Qiao Ansheng's hands were very soft.

Song Cheng held it in his hand and felt as if he was holding a good piece of nephrite, which was slim but soft, and his heart suddenly jumped up like an electric shock.

"You're not polite. I just think you might like it, so I buy it. It's not expensive. Just keep it. This is what I brought for you as a senior, not because we are superiors and subordinates..."

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

The palm of his hand was empty, and Song Cheng was a little disappointed, but he could only give up.

Qiao Ansheng would not accept his things. Although Song Cheng was sincere, she knew that she was short of her hands and refused to ask for it.

Qiao Ansheng was holding 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 of the gift box. Song Cheng only felt a faint fragrance floating in his nose, and he didn't know it was the fragrance of roses.

It still comes from the fragrance of Qiao Ansheng.

He felt a little nervous. Before he could speak, the stalemate between the two was interrupted by a knock at the door: "Sorry, both of you, disturb me."

Qiao Ansheng leaned over Song Cheng 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 Mr. Qin asked me to hand you..."

He was used to calling Qiao Ansheng. Even now that Qiao Ansheng is the manager, he still calls Miss Qiao as always.

Song Cheng also saw Chi Yang and hurriedly restrained his almost dissipated mind, looking a little embarrassed. Chi Yang was Qin Yanchen's assistant, and he was caught in his thoughts.

Song Cheng was a little embarrassed and corrected his voice: "An Sheng, there should be something to ask for you for helper Chi, so I won't bother you now. Let's talk."

After saying that, he sorted out his bow tie, turned around and left.

"Senior..."

Qiao Ansheng wanted to call him, but found that the person was walking faster than a rabbit.

She tsk and stared at the gift box at her hand with some worries: "This..."

Chi Yang carefully glanced at the gift box at her hand and instantly understood what the two of them were doing just now.

Oh, this is giving gifts.

His eyes were full of interesting exploration, but his expression was so stern: "Ms. Qiao, I need you to sign a letter."

Chi Yang handed over the documents.

Qiao Ansheng could not chase after Chi Yang in front of him, so he had to put down his things first, take the documents and go to the office desk to pick up a pen to sign.

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

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

What did she do at the auction?

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

Qiao Ansheng nodded, turned his head and glanced at Chi Yang's gaze and looked at the gift box frequently.

"What's wrong?"

When Chi Yang saw her asking, he smiled slightly: "It's okay, I just think Vice President Song is really willing to do it."

Chi Yang glanced at the trademark on the gift box and said something.

"The bird's nest in the gift box is made in Indonesia, and it costs hundreds of a gram. After a box of this, it is estimated that more than 8,000 yuan..."

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

She thought to herself that she would send such a valuable thing back to Song Cheng no matter what she said.

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

Even Qiao Ansheng was as slow as his relationship, he realized whether Song Cheng was too intimate with him.

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

Qiao Ansheng was thinking, hoping that he was thinking too much.

With Qin Yanchen's instructions on hand, she had to put down her work and first went to Huisheng Auction House as Qin Yanchen's instructions.

...

At the same time, the Qiao family.

"Get up! Press my skirt! Get up!"

Shen Peixiang kicked Qiao Mingdong who was drunk and slumped on the sofa.

Qiao Mingdong opened his eyes and his beard was unshaven. Hearing this, he just moved a little, but his whole body was already depressed on the sofa, muttering something in his mouth.

The already crowded sofa seemed even more crowded because of his joining. Shen Peixiang was smelling of wine on his body and she looked disgusting.

She pinched her nose and shouted to the room: "Miyagi! Come and drag your dad away! It's a hindrance here! It's all the way to put on my makeup..."

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

"If you come here, get over here! He is here! How can I sit!"

Seeing his son's dissatisfaction, Shen Peixiang was so angry that she was not angry.

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

He moved over reluctantly, complaining: "It's so annoying! I know how to drink all day! I might as well just drink and die outside!"

Qiao Mingdong has long lost his father's majesty to them. Since he had no hope of returning to Qiao, he has been drinking to relieve his sorrows all day long, and he has been drunk every day.
Chapter completed!