Compared to Qiao Ansheng's calmness, Qin Yanchen once again felt uneasy and crampedness.

Qiao Ansheng hugged him hard in his arms, nodded: "Yes, we are all together now, your home must be mine!"

Her voice was lively.

"What kind of home do you want?"

Qiao Ansheng still remembers what she said at that time. She didn't say much sensational words, such as "Where you are, is my home..."

But I really thought about it very seriously and conceived my future home with great anticipation.

"To have a large balcony, my house must be like a princess' room. I like flowers in the room, preferably a flower vine swing, and a huge floor-to-ceiling window, so..."

"When I'm tired, I can sit on the swing and watch the scenery outside..."

...

Qiao Ansheng couldn't remember what else he said.

Qin Yanchen remembered everything without saying a word.

At first, he was subject to financial resources and could not fully arrange a home in her mind according to Qiao Ansheng's idea. Later, he relied on his outstanding ability.

When Nan'an, where every inch of land was worth every inch of land, could afford a house and realize Qiao Ansheng's wish, it was at that critical moment when Yao Man appeared, Qin Yanchen and Qiao Ansheng were forced to separate.

When Qin Yanchen returned to China again, things had changed. Qiao Ansheng was not by his side. He had spent a very painful period.

During that time, he blocked all the things about Qiao Ansheng into the villa on Biwu Street.

He thought that as long as he couldn't see it, he wouldn't think about it.

But he forgot that missing something is like a maggot, a shadow, and can be thrown away and locked without looking.

But the heart cannot.

Therefore, the villa on Biwu Street is more of a container that Qin Yanchen used to miss Qiao Ansheng, and there are many memories of Qiao Ansheng hidden in it.

Qiao Ansheng has lived here since he was born, and people have a little idea of ​​returning to their roots.

Qin Yanchen thought this would be the place Qiao Ansheng wanted to be home the most.

Although the Qiao family's villa was ungrateful and ungrateful, Qin Yanchen has taken the villa back now.

And according to what Qiao Ansheng had imagined, it completely transformed into what Qiao Ansheng thought.

Qin Yanchen looked at Qiao Ansheng sitting in the swing, looking at the artificial lake that was dug out of the window. He hadn't spoken for a long time. He couldn't help but walk over and rub her head: "What are you thinking, so trance?"

Qiao Ansheng was rubbed back to his senses and raised his head. Qin Yanchen stood beside him, his handsome eyebrows and eyes were close in the sun, and his black eyes were deep and dazzling.

She returned to reality from the complicated memories, and her eyes couldn't help but move from Qin Yanchen's shadow to the present.

Time did not take away the delicate features of his facial features, but only turned his youth and frivolity into more attractive maturity and returned it to him.

Qiao Ansheng stared at him and finally found a trace of time on his face.

She stood up from the swing and walked to the man step by step with her hands behind her back. When she walked in front of him, Qiao Ansheng couldn't help but tiptoe and stretched out his hands.

It hooked the man's neck.

The man was too tall, and Qiao Ansheng tried hard to tiptoe, but he couldn't reach his nose.

It can only make the man lower his head in cooperation.

Qiao Ansheng pressed her nose against the other person's nose. She felt a little sore because she touched her mind, and her voice sounded a little nasal: "Do you remember you asked me what kind of home I want?"

With four eyes facing each other, Qin Yanchen could clearly see her slightly red eyes and the self reflected in her clear pupils.

Qiao Ansheng's eyes used to have no one who existed, but now he occupied her entire eyes.

Qin Yanchen didn't say anything, leaned over gently and rubbed Qiao Ansheng with his nose.

Qiao Ansheng smiled: "I didn't know anything at the time. I think I can answer your question in full now..."

She looked at Qin Yanchen with her eyes that were too watery, and her red lips slightly started. The words mixed with heat and pounced on Qin Yanchen's face.

"For me, only a place with you can be considered my home."

As long as you are with Qin Yanchen, it doesn’t matter where you are, and you can be called home wherever you are.

Home is actually just a synonym, a warm harbor that is created because of the existence of a person. That harbor becomes meaningful because of this person.

Qin Yanchen's entire body of blood rushed to his brain.

He directly held Qiao Ansheng's back of the head and lifted her up.

Qiao Ansheng's mind seemed to be confused by the fiery kiss. She didn't even know when she had already lay on the bed.

The mattress was too soft, and the two of them fell into it the moment they fell.

Qin Yanchen's heavy and hot body pressed against her, Qiao Ansheng's face flushed, and the two of them breathed heavily and quickly.

Just as the heat in this room became more and more popular...

Slammed...

A sound of footsteps that were tapping and cheerful from the door came from, as if running towards her room. Qiao Ansheng caught the movement in a daze.

The alarm bell rang in her mind, subconsciously frowned, and reluctantly reached out to push Qin Yanchen's chest: "Don't..."

Qin Yanchen kissed her neck, and his breath was wet and warm. Qiao Ansheng's weak force seemed to be trying to refuse and welcome him, and it would not have any effect on him.

Qiao Ansheng's body was pressed on the bed by him, so soft that he had no strength. He could only listen to the joyful steps and then...

"Bang……"

The door of the room was pushed open vigorously from outside, and then Qiao Yuan's clear and energetic voice came through the door and became louder in the room.

"Sister! Brother-in-law! Let's go fishing!"

Qiao Yuan's smile was hanging on his face with a vivid smile, and he pushed open the door and stuck in it. There was no block in the room, so he could see the overlapping figures on the bed at a glance.

His relaxed voice stopped abruptly, and his smile froze awkwardly. The two people on the bed also looked back at him.

Qiao Yuan: "..."

Qiao Ansheng: “…”

The room seemed to have been pressed, and it became quiet like a deadly quiet...

Qiao Yuan's expression became more and more awkward. He opened his face sideways, touched his nose, and put his hands behind his back. His eyes turned to the sky and took back his steps that he was about to step in.
Chapter completed!