Without Luo Wanbai, the annoying one, the banquet ended in a peaceful atmosphere, and Murong Chen took Nan Qiao home.

After the banquet, even the energetic Nan Qiao was a little tired at this time, and after talking to someone, she returned to her room.

A muffled voice sounded, the sound of a body sinking into a soft bed.

Nan Qiao let himself be surrounded by overwhelming softness, staring blankly at the ceiling with empty eyes.

The day...... It's really tiring.

My mind was filled with this thought, but the phone suddenly vibrated twice.

Nan Qiao clicked on it, and it was a message from Murong Chen.

Good night, little princess. 】

She was slightly stunned, and as she sat up from the bed, she realized a rose that had been placed on the bedside table not long ago.

I almost forgot that I hadn't delivered milk to my brother yet.

Murong Chen's good night news successfully reminded Nan Qiao of this, and it just so happened that she also had something to tell her brother.

The sound of clackling footsteps came from around the corner, and the housekeeper Uncle Yang looked at it perceptively, just in time to see his eldest lady walking towards this side with a glass of milk in her hand.

"Uncle Yang?"

Nan Qiao was a little surprised when he saw Uncle Yang, but he didn't expect that it was so late and he hadn't rested yet.

Uncle Yang responded respectfully, "I'll send some information to the eldest young master, do you need anything?" ”

"It's nothing, I'm just here to bring a glass of milk to my eldest brother, so that I can sleep more peacefully at night."

Although Murong Chen always showed a very relaxed appearance in front of Nan Qiao, Nan Qiao naturally knew how busy Murong Chen was, and after thinking about it, if he persuaded people, it would not work, and he could only let people sleep well.

Just hearing Nan Qiao's words, Uncle Yang was stunned for a while, and his expression was a little strange.

"The eldest young master, he's allergic to milk."

Uncle Yang hesitated for a moment before he said this.

It's not that Nan Qiao is blamed for not understanding Murong Chen, and it shouldn't be the first time to see Nan Qiao like this.

According to his understanding of the eldest young master, Uncle Yang could imagine what was going on in just a moment.

No wonder the last time I cleaned up the room, I found allergy medicine in the people's cabinet, it turned out to be like this.

But Uncle Yang knew, but Nan Qiao didn't know.

Big brother he, allergic to milk?

She was stunned for a moment, and the image in her mind of the other party drinking the milk she had sent her resurfaced, and those things that she didn't think were wrong now changed their taste.

In the next second, before Uncle Yang could react, a glass of milk was stuffed into his hand, and Nan Qiao's figure had disappeared.

Knock knock.

A hurried knock on the door pulled Murong Chen out of his musings of processing documents.

Jojo?

Murong Chen immediately reacted to who was knocking on the door, and hurriedly got up and walked over to open the door.

The moment the door opened, a petite figure threw herself into his arms.

The body that was blown a little cold by the air conditioner suddenly warmed up, Murong Chen habitually raised a warm smile, stretched out his hands to hold Nan Qiao in his arms, but suddenly noticed the wetness on his chest.

“…… Jojo? ”

He hesitated to call someone.

"Hmm."

A muffled voice came from his chest, and Nan Qiao's heart was filled with chaotic emotions at this time, and his eyes were very hot.

Sensing that someone was crying, Murong Chen immediately panicked, hugged Nan Qiao tightly in his arms, and recalled what happened today.

"Who upset you?"

"Luo Wanbai? It's still that Cheng Jun, don't cry, I'll call someone-"

After thinking about it for a while, Murong Chen directly singled out a few people who annoyed Nan Qiao, intending to teach people a lesson to let the little princess dissipate her anger, but before he finished speaking, he heard Nan Qiao say something.

"It's my brother."

？

Murong Chen's brain went blank for a rare moment.

He thought of anyone, but not himself.

"Why didn't my brother tell you that I was allergic to milk?"

After calming down his emotions a little, Nan Qiao finally raised his head from the embrace of the person and looked at Murong Chen.

She unconsciously inhaled the tip of her reddish nose, looked at Murong Chen with tearful eyes, and her cheeks rose a little crimson, this look almost wanted people to hug tightly and never let go.

"Why do you still drink the milk I brought you?"

When Nan Qiao asked this sentence, he only felt that the self-blame in his heart had reached its peak.

Allergies are such a thing, if you take medicine and go to the hospital, if it becomes serious too many times, you will die!

"I don't want to waste Jojo's heart."

Murong Chen answered people's questions without thinking about it.

He spoke in a straightforward tone, not like the shrewd and cold appearance in the company on weekdays, as if Nan Qiao gave him some sweet candy, and was accepted and eaten as a matter of course.

But when Nan Qiao heard this, he couldn't control the hot tears, let them flow wantonly on his cheeks, and he couldn't care about the sourness in his eyes, and his eyes were red from crying.

The cheats on how to make girls happy were all over Murong Chen's mind at that moment, and he couldn't find a solution.

Seeing Nan Qiao crying like this, Murong Chen seemed to be out of order, and hurriedly wiped his tears with a handkerchief, only feeling distressed.

"It's all my fault, it makes Jojo unhappy."

Murong Chen said words of self-blame, but Nan Qiao's sad emotions covered him even more.

She took a deep breath, as if trying to calm herself.

It is precisely because she knows how much her brother likes her that Nan Qiao will feel sad and blame herself uncontrollably.

For his younger sister who suddenly appeared, his brother not only did not reject him, but also gave him all the pampering and favoritism, which Nan Qiao had never enjoyed.

Here, she enjoyed the love and tenderness that she never had but longed for, which the Nan family did not have.

Therefore, in Nan Qiao's heart, Murong Chen has already become an indispensable existence and has become the person she cares about the most.

Whether it is a rose that people give to themselves every day, or a swing that they build, or even caring about their actions of not being bullied all the time, Nan Qiao can feel Murong Chen's love for him.

But the other party was the only one who drank the allergic milk, which made Nan Qiao unable to help himself.

Tears poured down, like a flood that had drained the embankment, with no end in sight, leaving the handkerchief of little effect.

"Don't cry, Jojo."

Murong Chen sighed, squatted down slightly and maintained his usual attitude with the person, his face was helpless and soft that he had never seen before.

The low magnetic voice was not like him at this moment, but it had a connivance that belonged to Nan Qiao alone.

"If the little princess cries again, I will be a sinner."

Seeing Nan Qiao's face flushed with tears, Murong Chen's heart was crumbled, and he only felt that he was a bastard, and he actually made his sister so sad.

"Then you promise not to do it again."

This incident made Nan Qiao realize that his brother's almost bottomless connivance with him was not a good thing.

If this kind of thing happened again, Nan Qiao would never accept it, and he didn't want to make this kind of mistake again.

"Okay, I promise I won't do it again."

Murong Chen's expression was solemn and he made a promise to Nan Qiao.

Even if he didn't feel that the feeling of allergies was uncomfortable or anything, but seeing Nan Qiao so sad for himself, Murong Chen would not make Nan Qiao sad in this way anymore.

(End of chapter)