"Oh! An Sheng, Dad is waiting for you!"

After he was thrown behind, he didn't care about getting straightened up, so he rushed over and grabbed Qiao Ansheng's hand with a look of gratitude and enthusiasm.

"I heard that you are in poor health these days and have been hospitalized. Are you getting better now? It seems that you have a good face, so there should be no big problem, right?"

Qiao Mingdong smiled so flatteringly. The concerned words were vividly the tone that a father who was concerned about his daughter should have.

Qiao Ansheng was treated coldly by him since childhood and had been treated so much with him. At this time, when he saw his completely different attitude, he felt a little ridiculous.

Qiao Ansheng took a straightforward and pulled his hand out of Qiao Mingdong's, wiped it quietly, and then asked with a very cold look on his face.

"Is there something wrong?"

Her attitude didn't look like she wanted to have a warm conversation with Qiao Mingdong.

Qiao Mingdong was a little embarrassed, laughed dryly, and said hurriedly, his tone was still flattering.

"No, there is nothing to do. Just come to see you and care about you. This is the heart of a father. When he hears that you are hospitalized and he doesn't care about anything, he wants to come to see you..."

This made Lin Wenchang, who was behind Qiao Ansheng, couldn't help but laugh sarcastically.

When Qiao Mingdong turned against his biological daughter for the sake of the company, he still remembered many people in the company.

Now, he could stand here as if nothing had happened and greet Qiao Ansheng diligently.

Lin Wenchang looked at Qiao Mingdong, and there was a hint of contempt involuntarily.

Qiao Ansheng lowered his head, his long eyelashes slightly closed, and rubbed his hands again, but the smile was not as gentle as before, but more of a sarcasm: "Is that right?"

Qiao Mingdong nodded like pounding garlic.

"It must be, An Sheng, you don't know. I feel anxious, for fear of something wrong with your body."

Qiao Mingdong's attitude was indescribable and anxious. If he hadn't known who he was before, what kind of thoughts he had hidden in his heart.

Qiao Ansheng was moved by his concerned attitude.

She smiled unabated, and looked at Qiao Mingdong's superb acting skills with her eyes curled up. She looked at her eyes. Has Qiao Mingdong enrolled in any acting class these days?

Acting has improved rapidly.

Although he was confused, he said calmly: "When I was hospitalized, I had never seen anyone who claimed to be my father. He left footprints in front of my bed. What you call worry is that you are worried about coming to the company to block me?"

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Qiao Mingdong listened to Qiao Ansheng's joking voice, his face changed subtly, and was about to speak: "No, Ansheng..."

Qiao Ansheng held his forehead and raised his hand to stop him. She took out her cell phone and glanced at the time.

"It's still five minutes before I go up to have a meeting. If you talk nonsense, I won't listen. I'll have to go to the meeting later. I don't have so much time here to chat with you and talk about family affection with you..."

Qiao Mingdong put his butt on his cold but was blocked by Qiao Ansheng, and he was even more stuck.

When he came, Shen Peixiang told him to have a better attitude towards Qiao Ansheng, and as long as he has a better attitude, Qiao Ansheng will not give him face.

Qiao Mingdong is a good person who is a little fuku, otherwise he would not have caught a grandma like Tang Qing, but after Tang Qing died.

He was coaxed by Chen Peixiang, and that kind of machoism grew wildly for several years and did not grow or grow for a while.

But now he really has no money at hand and can't even pay the rent, so he has to come and ask Qiao Ansheng for help. But what he didn't expect was that he was so down that he was so pleased with that. Why didn't this rebellious woman know anything about it at all?

The kindness that disguised as his father on Qiao Mingdong began to collapse little by little. He gritted his teeth and barely supported the last smile.

"I... haven't found a chance to see you... An Sheng, don't be hostile to me, no matter how I say it's your father..."

Qiao Mingdong said, sighing deeply and frowned.

He was much older than before, with a few more dark head-up patterns on his forehead, half-white hair, and a hunched back. He was no longer as full of energy as before when he spoke.

"I admit that some things I did in the past were a bit too much, but I have figured it out during this period..."

His tone sounded very guilty: "Dad has been sorry for you over the years and has caused you to be wronged, so Dad is here this time to make you compensate you."

Qiao Ansheng looked at him rubbing his hands over there, his eyes still changed: "Compensation? How do you plan to compensate me?"

Seeing that she was relieved, Qiao Mingdong leaned forward and subconsciously wanted to pull Qiao Ansheng's hand, but was avoided.

He had to stand there, with his belly wide open, and embarrassingly touched his messy hair: "I don't want to do this, you are not in good health, you must need someone to take care of you."

Qiao Mingdong glanced at Qiao Ansheng's face and chuckled: "And, you said you want to take care of Qiao again, and you can't care about both of them. I feel sorry for me..."

Qiao Ansheng gestured to him to continue talking with his eyes.

Seeing that there was a show, Qiao Mingdong was happy between his eyebrows, and hurriedly straightened his body, and his stomach was thrusting according to his movements: "You Aunt Chen and I have nothing to do at home anyway, so why don't we move over and take care of you."

"You don't have to make room for us specifically, just let us have a place to live."

Qiao Ansheng nodded as if he had some understanding: "Well, what else?"

When Qiao Mingdong saw that she had no intention of refusing, he was even more happy and took another step forward. The smell of bad clothes that had not been washed for a long time made Qiao Ansheng frown.

"This is just right. Your sister can also take care of you. Your brother should follow you. Also, how tiring this company is to manage it. Why don't you take a day off and hand over the company to me first. I promise to take care of you in an orderly manner. Don't worry..."

Qiao Mingdong was still afraid that Qiao Ansheng would not believe it, so he patted his chest, pounding and pounced on him, and was pledging to make promises.

Qiao Ansheng waited until he finished speaking in one breath before nodding. An extremely strong sarcastic smile flashed in her eyes. At that moment, she even wanted to laugh out loud.

Who gave Qiao Mingdong the courage to let him run to him to talk about this?

The last bit of pity she had for Qiao Mingdong in her heart was completely dispersed by Qiao Mingdong's shameless remarks.

"Well, it's really a good way to compensate..."
Chapter completed!