Leng Shao's famous family group dotes on his wife

"As long as you like it."

Qiao Ting smiled reassuringly.

Joan Ann hugged the baby bear happily, and rolled on it twice.

Seeing that it was already noon, she followed everyone into the restaurant and remembered something by the way.

"The studio that my second brother helped me prepare before, I remember it's all ready? I plan to officially start it in two days."

"Then you need to recruit."

Qiao Siqi raised his eyebrows and took out his mobile phone.

The template for the job advertisement has already been prepared.

Qiao Anan happily accepted the template and talked about her plan.

"There is no rush to recruit. For the time being, I will run this studio by myself. I plan to put aside the unique fashion design mode and focus on only one style design."

"Then you will be a little monotonous."

Although Qiao Xiaobai had his own views, he did not object to Qiao An'an.

Joan Ann smiled mysteriously.

"It will not be monotonous. I mean, I will give up part of the foreign design style and focus on the national style design. Of course, it can also combine Chinese and Western styles, and combine different styles, but in the end it must be based on the national style and revolve around the national style. design."

At present, foreigners pay more attention to some foreign styles, and pay little attention to the national style design.

Even in various evaluations, Guofeng may suffer some disadvantages.

And what she has to do is to carry forward the national style and let the world know the national style design.

What she does is not only a fashion designer, but also a inheritor of national culture.

"Okay, very good!"

Qiao Ting clapped his hands vigorously, wishing to raise his feet in agreement.

After lunch, Leng Yincheng came directly to Qiao An'an's house.

Qiao Anan saw Leng Yincheng enter the house naturally, changed his shoes and walked all the way.

Even when greeting my father, brothers and even the housekeeper, it was quite natural.

"Why are you here? You didn't make an appointment in advance."

Leng Yincheng walked to Qiao Anan's side, and gently touched Qiao Anan's head.

"Just come to you directly."

Qiao Siqi stepped aside unceremoniously.

"Do I still need to make an appointment when my family comes over?"

Joan Ann was instantly speechless.

It seems to be such a rationale...

It seems that I have missed something again.

I didn't expect that Leng Yincheng would integrate into the family so quickly. Could it be that he will have no status in the future?
Qiao An'an felt that as soon as Leng Yincheng appeared, the family's status would be shaken.

Leng Yincheng glanced at Qiao An'an quietly, his angular handsome face was full of pride.

Qiao Anan turned around angrily, not bothering to pay attention to Leng Yincheng.

Leng Yincheng was amused on the spot, and after greeting Qiao's family, he immediately walked behind Qiao An'an.

"What? Could it be that you are jealous of me? Didn't I come to pick you up to play together?"

Joan Ann pouted and sat back in the restaurant.

"I don't want to play with you anymore."

Leng Yincheng sat beside Qiao Anan and grabbed Qiao Anan's arm.

"But I want to be with you."

Qiao Anan wanted to shake off Leng Yincheng's hand.

Leng Yincheng was unwilling to let go no matter what.

Joan Ann gave a hard look.

Leng Yincheng suddenly leaned over and approached Qiao An'an, and pressed his thin lips to her ear.

"If you insist on getting rid of me, don't blame me for being rude."

Joan Ann turned her eyes slightly.

"what are you going to do?"

Leng Yincheng smiled wickedly.

"Kiss you in front of your uncle and brothers."

Qiao Anan raised her hand unceremoniously, and pinched Leng Yincheng's arm forcefully.

"How dare you! I think you're going to die, brat!"

Leng Yincheng couldn't help laughing.

Joan Ann had lunch, went back to the room and changed her clothes, and then talked about something.

"You can accompany me to take a look at the new studio today. The furniture and equipment have all been prepared, and the materials have to be moved there."

"Okay, let's pick out what you need together."

Leng Yincheng immediately took Qiao An'an to a shopping mall.

Two bodyguards followed behind to help hold things.

Qiao An'an walked around for almost an afternoon, turned on the new computer, registered for a while, and then happily dragged Leng Yincheng to his office.

"Please call me Mr. Qiao from now on."

"Hello, Mr. Joe."

Leng Yincheng stretched out his hand very cooperatively, wanting to shake hands with Qiao An'an.

Qiao Anan stretched out her hand and slapped Leng Yincheng's palm, the slap was crisp and loud.

"It's always cold!"

Leng Yincheng withdrew his hand in pain, but laughed happily with Qiao Anan.

In the studio, Qiao Anan thought about it, and specially called afternoon tea to taste it with Leng Yincheng.

"This is the first time I've eaten in the office, you should be honored."

"I am quite honored to be the first visitor to your studio."

Leng Yincheng helped Qiao An'an unpack the afternoon tea, and took out dessert and coffee from it.

Qiao Anan opened another package, which contained boneless chicken feet and some spicy duck products.

Leng Yincheng saw it and frowned slightly.

He doesn't eat much of these things.

But it doesn't matter if Qiao Anan likes it, it's just cooked food and coffee, this combination feels a bit weird.

Qiao Anan rubbed her hands excitedly, took a piece of boneless chicken feet and handed it to Leng Yincheng's mouth.

"It's really delicious, come and try it."

Leng Yincheng shook his head vigorously and refused.

"Such a good food, you can enjoy it by yourself."

Joan Ann laughed badly.

"If you don't eat it, I'll eat it all by myself. You don't know how to enjoy such a delicious thing."

Leng Yincheng put down the things in his hands, stood up abruptly, grabbed Qiao Anan's wrist, and directly pressed Qiao Anan on the chair behind him.

"I don't need to eat those snacks, just eat you."

Before Qiao An'an could speak, Leng Yincheng kissed her domineeringly.

Qiao An'an still had boneless chicken feet in his mouth, and he had just chewed them into pieces...

When Leng Yincheng kissed her, her mouth smelled like lemon boneless chicken feet.

Leng Yincheng was very unaccustomed to this taste, just as he was about to kiss passionately, a strange taste suddenly entered his mouth...

"vomit……"

I swear to God, Leng Yincheng really didn't do it on purpose, but he was stimulated by the smell at that time and couldn't help but vomit.

When Joan Ann heard the voice, it was a dumbfounding.

"Kissing me, does that make you sick?"

Leng Yincheng hugged Qiao An'an very sorry.

"No, it's the chicken feet in your mouth that disgust me."

Joan Ann pushed Leng Yincheng away angrily with a straight face.

"I think you just dislike me."