Leng Shao's famous family group dotes on his wife

Joan Ann patted the clothes on her body, smiled and shook her head.

"I'll find a hair dryer and blow dry it."

Leng Yin took over the paper towels and helped Qiao An'an wipe them carefully.

"Trouble me with this kind of thing next time, don't trouble other men."

Qiao Anan stood where she was, raising her head arrogantly.

"You don't even want to be jealous of my leader, do you?"

"Your leader is also a man and single."

Leng Yincheng supported Qiao An'an solemnly, turned around and walked back to the hall.

Qiao Anan stood there, a little dumbfounded: "The situation is different. They just taught me how to design. How can there be so many weird ideas."

Leng Yincheng frowned, grabbed her coat tightly, and let her hide in his arms.

"Not necessarily. A man knows a man best."

"What the hell are you doing?"

Qiao Anan followed Leng Yincheng towards the upstairs lounge.

Sitting on the sofa, Leng Yincheng took the hair dryer from the assistant's hand and gently blown it on Qiao An'an's clothes.

Joan Ann only wore a thin short skirt, and sneezed twice suddenly.

Leng Yincheng rubbed Qiao An'an's head vigorously, squatted down gracefully, and helped her take off her shoes.

"Are your feet cold?"

Joan Ann retracted her feet in embarrassment.

"No. I used to get used to my shoes getting wet when it rained before."

"Sit right here."

Leng Yincheng stood up, stretched his slender legs, walked towards the cupboard, took a pair of disposable cotton velvet slippers, turned around and put them in front of Qiao Anan.

Qiao Anan put on her slippers and looked at Leng Yincheng moved.

"Thank you for your care."

"Don't expect others to take care of me."

Leng Yincheng took another towel and threw it on Qiao An'an's head.

Qiao Anan grabbed the towel angrily: "Hey! Don't think about it! There is nothing at all! Besides, I am with you every day, don't you understand what we are like!"

"I know."

Leng Yincheng lowered his head, held a hair dryer, and helped Qiao Anan blow it.

It's just that he just doesn't like it in his heart. There are other men who get too close to Joan Ann.

Although he knew that these were all work contacts, he felt that Qiao An'an could actively avoid other people, but it didn't mean that other people had different ideas when working.

He always felt that Song Shengang should have different thoughts about Qiao An'an.

People were recruited by themselves.

He is also the one who is a little disgusted now.

But now there is no evidence, and he can't say anything.

Joan Ann held the towel in her small hand and pressed her lower lip tightly.

"Okay, you know what you know, just don't misunderstand anything."

This big vinegar jar, I have to say that he is quite possessive.

Leng Yincheng continued to blow the wind on Qiao An'an.

Not long after, the little assistant came back and brought Joan Ann a new set of clothes.

Leng Yin took over, opened the package and put it in front of Qiao An'an.

"Hurry up and put it on."

Joan Ann flipped through her clothes casually, her eyes widened in surprise.

"Isn't it? You even bought me my underwear?"

"We can't let you wear wet clothes."

Leng Yincheng turned around, his cheeks were slightly rosy.

Joan Ann coughed softly, carried her clothes into the lounge.

"You are really considerate."

But when changing clothes, she still had some doubts in her heart.

How does he know the size of his underwear...

The two of them did nothing.

Thinking of this, Joan Ann blushed to death.

He took the time to change his clothes, and when he came out, his phone just rang.

The caller ID was Song Shengang.

Leng Yincheng's eyes were dark, he walked over to pick up the phone, and put it in front of Qiao An'an.

Qiao Anan squinted at Leng Yincheng, and took the phone.

"Don't tell me you're jealous again."

Leng Yincheng shook his head expressionlessly, but his eyes were fixed on Qiao An'an.

Qiao Anan slid her fingertips to the right helplessly: "Don't think too much, there are so many friends of the opposite sex around me, you can't misunderstand every one of them, right?"

The moment he answered the phone, Song Shengang's gentle voice came out clearly.

"Have you returned to the office yet? I have clean new clothes here, you can change into them first."

"Thank you, Mr. Song, I have changed my clothes."

Joan Ann thanked politely.

Song Shengang said "Oh": "Okay then, all my clothes are samples I designed for Fashion Week, and I have never been willing to put them out. If you like, you can choose a few."

"Thank you, but such good clothes still need a model to wear them. I won't waste the clothes." Qiao Anan looked at Leng Yincheng with a cold face, and gently grabbed his sleeves.

Leng Yincheng put his hands in his suit pockets coldly, turned around and turned his head away.

Joan Ann sighed silently in her heart.

Song Shengang smiled lightly.

"I think these clothes are very suitable for you. When Yan Su and I were discussing domestic fashion shows, we agreed that your temperament can be held. Good clothes don't have to be displayed, but must be worn by suitable people. "

"You're talking a little profoundly. Thank you for your kindness. I'll pack up and go back to work right away."

Qiao Anan hung up the phone and grabbed Leng Yincheng's wrist with both hands.

"Isn't it? Are you really jealous? I don't even know what to say."

They are all little girls, and they become jealous at every turn.

It turns out that men can do the same.

Qiao Anan suddenly felt that she was going to become a worrying old lady.

Leng Yincheng pursed his thin lips into a cold straight line, and brought Qiao Anan a pair of clean shoes.

"What's there to be jealous of? Go back to work."

Joan An simply stood up and walked towards the door of the lounge.

"Well, I'll go to work first, we'll talk after get off work."

After walking two steps, he suddenly ran back and gave Leng Yincheng a kiss.

"Don't think too much, dear."

Leng Yincheng nodded, turned around and packed up the things in the lounge, and followed him out.

Qiao Anan walked towards the elevator entrance, and found that Leng Yincheng's face was still a little unsightly.

She frowned and walked into the elevator speechlessly.

This kind of thing, just after solving the brother's problem, another teacher Song came.

Did this man secretly open a vinegar processing factory?
Why are you jealous everywhere?

Joan Ann kept sneezing while walking towards the office.

Maybe it was accidentally cold.

She didn't take it to heart either, and continued to work.

But it didn't take long before he kept sneezing.

Joan Ann had no choice but to brew a cup of brown sugar ginger water for herself.

I stayed up until I got off work and felt a little headache, so I took a hot water bottle and walked out of the office.