Leng Shao's famous family group dotes on his wife

Zhao Mingfu looked at Qiao An'an nervously, and poured another glass of juice for Qiao An'an: "Yeah, I just want to learn more with you, so I'll let you worry about it in the future."

"I can't talk about studying. If I know something, I will tell you. Then you should work hard." Qiao An'an briefly chatted with Zhao Mingfu.

However, I found that Zhao Mingfu had zero foundation in fashion design, so he felt that it was not easy to handle.

On the contrary, it was Qiao Ting who saw that his precious daughter was taking good care of the children of his friend's family. He had a face-lifting face, and happily drank a few more drinks with his old classmates.

After coming out of the hotel, Qiao Anan followed Qiao Ting to send off Uncle Zhao and Zhao Mingfu, then turned around and held up her mobile phone.

"Is this what you call chatting? Ask someone to add me on WeChat, and ask me to take care of you in the future?"

Qiao Ting scratched her head in embarrassment: "Isn't it because I'm afraid you won't come? I'm afraid you might mistake it for a blind date again."

Qiao Anan put away her phone angrily and amusedly: "Please tell me the truth about this kind of thing in the future, and let me have a mental preparation, otherwise I always feel that I was cheated."

Qiao Xiaobai also suddenly said at this time: "I wanted to tell you, but I wasn't sure at the time."

"So you just acquiesced." Joan Ann's eyes were a little cold.

Qiao Siqi hurriedly stood between the two of them, and smoothed things out with a smile: "Actually, Dad didn't know too well. He didn't know that the other party had something to ask for until after the dinner table. But it's not a big problem, you can just talk about it."

Joan Ann frowned, turned around and took out the car keys: "Then please say hello in advance next time. I hope this person won't cause me any trouble."

I always feel that Mrs. Zhao Ming is too active, which is a bit weird.

But he couldn't say anything for a while.

But Qiao Anan immediately understood that his mouth was really a crow's mouth.

Where did Zhao Mingfu learn about fashion design from Qiao An'an?
It's just to find time to chat with her and talk about the mountains!

When Qiao Anan doesn't want to reply, Zhao Mingfu will call and ask Qiao Anan about his busy work.

After coming and going, Qiao Anan felt that the life of himself and Leng Yincheng had been disturbed.

While the two were drinking coffee, Zhao Mingfu asked about fashion design skills one after another.

When the two were not together, they began to ask if there was time for dinner.

Many times, Qiao An'an suggested that Zhao Mingfu had zero design foundation and should go to a class to study first, instead of scattered consultations.

But Zhao Mingfu didn't listen and insisted on following Qiao An'an as a teacher.

Joan Ann decisively refused.

Until one day at work, Joan Ann received a bouquet of 99 red roses.

After she asked around, no one knew. They thought it was the daily flowers that Leng Yincheng had prepared for her, and put them beside the desk.

When off work, Leng Yincheng came to pick up Qiao An'an and was going to have dinner with Mr. Leng and grandma Qin Yuehua.

Joan Ann hugged the red rose out.

"I just thought about it. We can prepare some nostalgic gifts. If grandma likes it, I can also give this bouquet of flowers to grandma."

Leng Yincheng put his hands in his suit pockets coldly: "Who gave you flowers?"

Joan Ann blinked blankly: "Isn't it you?"

Leng Yincheng shook his head: "No, I won't choose low-quality roses."

Joan Ann looked at the rose and hesitated: "There is no name on it, and I don't know who it is."

Just as he was talking, someone yelled not far away.

"Joan Ann!"

Qiao Anan looked back and found that it was Zhao Mingfu, and suddenly felt a headache.

"This person didn't come to study fashion design seriously. I think he just wants to expand his circle. I'm looking for a suitable reason to refuse."

Leng Yincheng responded with a nasal tone.

Zhao Mingfu walked towards Qiao Anan, holding a pink box in his hand, and put it in front of Qiao Anan: "This is a gift I prepared for you."

Joan Ann didn't take it: "Is this rose from you?"

Zhao Mingfu nodded.

Qiao An'an stuffed the roses into Zhao Mingfu's arms: "Thank you for the flowers and gifts you sent, I won't get paid for nothing, I can't accept these."

Zhao Mingfu stuffed the flowers back again: "I seldom bother you these two days, and it's only right to give you something, so you don't have to be polite."

Zhao Mingfu wanted to put the gift on the flowers, but was blocked by a slender arm.

"Didn't you hear that she didn't accept it?"

Leng Yincheng grabbed Zhao Mingfu's wrist and abruptly removed his hand from the flowers.

Zhao Mingfu looked at Leng Yincheng with some displeasure: "This is not for you, not to mention that Qiao An'an is my teacher, it's okay for me to give you something, your boyfriend can't accept it, right?"

Leng Yincheng was too lazy to talk nonsense, and directly stood in front of Zhao Mingfu, with a cold and chilling tone: "Don't prevaricate me with these words."

Qiao Anan was so handsome by Leng Yincheng's domineering, turned around, and threw the flowers in his hand into the trash can: "Since the roses were given to me, I have the right to deal with them."

Dare to act like a green tea bitch in front of her?
She was a little disgusted by this man.

Zhao Mingfu looked at Qiao An'an regretfully: "Such beautiful flowers..."

Qiao Anan interrupted in a cold voice: "If you want to learn fashion design, please go to the class to study. At that time, if you have a small problem and don't know, you can come to me at any time. But now I can't teach you."

With a sad face, Zhao Mingfu hurriedly pleaded: "Don't be like this, did I scare you with my enthusiasm? I am very grateful to you."

Qiao Anan took Leng Yincheng's hand, and resolutely refused: "It's fine to communicate normally, there is no need to give gifts, I have something to go, so I will leave first."

After finishing speaking, regardless of the other party's persuasion, he turned around and got in the car to leave.

Arriving at Leng's old house, as soon as Qiao An'an and Leng Yincheng entered the living room, they heard Qin Yuehua muttering around the table.

"It's really strange. I clearly wrote on the paper to make fried crispy pork, but why did it turn into a slice of meat when it came out?"

The old man Leng comforted softly beside him: "It's okay, I prefer to eat meatballs."

Qin Yuehua nodded, saw Leng Yincheng and Qiao An'an coming in, and walked up suspiciously: "Who are you? How did you get into our house?"

Qiao Anan smiled and handed the gift to Qin Yuehua: "Grandma, we are here to see you."

Qin Yuehua patted his forehead: "That's right, the people who can come to our house must be guests, young man, don't stand there, come and sit down."

Leng Yincheng looked at Qin Yuehua indifferently, and sat up slowly.

Qiao Anan looked a little distressed, turned around and supported Qin Yuehua, and sat on the sofa together: "Grandma, stop being busy, let's chat together."