Seeing that he looked so nervous, Qiao Ansheng couldn't help but feel sweaty secretly, for fear of spitting out some bad news from Song Cheng's mouth.

"No, it's okay, I just want to ask...that's asking..."

Song Cheng sat opposite Qiao Ansheng, but did not dare to look at Qiao Ansheng. He just lowered his head and pressed his knees tightly with his hands.

He wanted to give the flowers at the door of the office if they were given to Qiao Ansheng's boyfriend.

Because of this incident, the information of the company group was 99 minutes. When Song Cheng browsed 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, and those flowers might not be their boyfriends, maybe they were some suitors.

After all, Qiao Ansheng is so outstanding.

Thinking about it this way, Song Cheng was even more restless. His hidden feelings made him feel a little anxious.

"Those flowers today, An Sheng..."

His tongue was tied, and he didn't know where to start with his words, but he stopped as soon as he said it.

Qiao Ansheng blinked his watery eyes, full of confusion. She didn't hear it clearly, and couldn't help but lean forward and say, "Ah, senior, what were you saying?"

As soon as she approached, the elegant fragrance on her body mixed with a trace of rose fragrance hit Song Cheng's nose again, making Song Cheng suddenly feel courageous.

Since college, he has never confessed his love because of his cowardice. Is it necessary to lose to his cowardice again?

Thinking of this, Song Cheng took a deep breath, curled 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 gave the bouquet of flowers this morning."

After the first sentence was opened, the rest was like a flood discharge and it was easily spit out of my 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 financial conditions to give you happiness. If you don't have a boyfriend, can you consider me?"

He poured all his feelings over the years on Qiao Ansheng like he poured out his heart.

Qiao Ansheng paused for a few seconds before he realized.

Have you been confessed to me?

Unexpectedly, after so many years, she could still receive such a young confession.

Qiao Ansheng wanted to laugh, but when he met Song Cheng's tense expression, he couldn't help but insist on himself.

"Senior, you're too direct..."

Qiao Ansheng smiled in his eyes. She glanced at the very cramped Song Cheng, stood up and patted his shoulder gently, walked to the desk and picked up the bouquet of flowers.

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

She carefully reinserted the cards from the flowers, put them in the flowers, and then put the whole bouquet on the table in front of the two of them.

The rose petals were stained with water, and the fragrance blew between the two.

"Of course I like you now."

Song Cheng did not hesitate.

Qiao Ansheng smiled, his eyes clear.

"Then the question is, from the first meeting to the present, we have been able to count the same hand as we have met, right? Senior, you said you like me now, what do you like me?"

Song Cheng was caught off guard and did not expect to be tripped here.

"I……"

Song Cheng's fingers were tangled together, and the white face was flushed and flushed.

Seeing his stuttering look, Qiao Ansheng slowed down his voice and continued: "I am very grateful for your love. After all, I feel very honored to be loved by someone like you, but you have to figure it out that what you like is the hazy feeling in college."

"Do you really like me who has become very secular now? I can tell you without hesitation that I am now and I in college, I am definitely not the same person."

Song Cheng's youthful confession made Qiao Ansheng unable to bear to directly reject him, so he simply enlightened him little by little, hoping that he could see his heart clearly.

A trace of hesitation flashed across Song Cheng's face, but soon, he became firmer again: "No matter what you become, I like you, and this kind of relationship will not change."

Qiao Ansheng was drinking water, but was choked by his words. It seemed that Song Cheng was getting deeper than she thought.

She coughed twice suddenly, coughed out the water choked in from her throat, pulled out the tissue on one side and wiped her mouth, and then asked slowly: "Senior, you have to figure out whether you really like your feelings, or are your unwillingness to be responsible?"

Song Cheng was confused and stared at Qiao Ansheng in a daze: "Don't give up?"

"What you like is me when I was in college, but you regret that you were unable to confess to me in time, so when we met again..."

Qiao Ansheng wiped off the water from the corner of her mouth, and she looked at Song Cheng with a serious look.

"This regretful feeling prompted you to have an illusion, so you feel that you like me now..."

Song Cheng, a standard science man, explained the principle of Qiao Ansheng. He opened his eyes and looked confused on his face.

"I……"

He pinched his fingers, his eyes floated to Qiao Ansheng's face, and soon floated to the bouquet of flowers on the table.

Is this really the case?

He doesn't like Qiao Ansheng now?

"When we were young, we always had to be ignorant, but we didn't fall in love with a specific person at that time, just this person could bring you some special feelings..."

Qiao Ansheng's voice was clear, she pronounced clearly, her pronunciation was between a girl and a woman, with a unique charm, crispy and crispy like the stream in late autumn: "You said, right, senior?"

Song Cheng couldn't help but remember that he was paying attention to Qiao Ansheng from the beginning, from her voice.

Qiao Ansheng's voice was the best sound Song Cheng heard throughout his college years, especially when she stood on the debate stage with a spirit.

The crisp sound will be mixed with a bit of ostentatious confidence.

Although Qiao Ansheng didn't go to the debate much later, for Song Cheng, her voice often appeared in his dreams.

As he followed, he was a little confused about Qiao Ansheng's appearance.

So what he likes is really like what Qiao Ansheng said, just like some of the feelings she brings to him?

Song Cheng, who had been dealing with numbers for many years, began to tie knots in his mind. He frowned and sat there thinking for a long time before he realized it and said, "You are talking to me so much now, is it just that you want to reject me?"

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Happy National Day and Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!

Happy Double Festival!!!
Chapter completed!