Jiang Weiwei has not moved since Jiang Weiwei issued an apology statement on the forum for Murong Qiao's smearing and other behaviors.

However, the heat will always be occupied, and I heard that there is a campus goddess recently, Feng Xinyao.

Murong Qiao didn't care about that, he just focused on attending classes, and on the other hand, he was busy managing his own company.

Nan Hao, who was rejected by Murong Qiao, returned home and told Nankang that Murong Qiao did not plan to help their family's response, but was scolded by Nankang instead.

"You must have a bad attitude!" Nan Kang heard Nan Hao say that Murong Qiao refused, and his eyes that originally contained hope also looked at his youngest son with a little more anger.

Hearing his father say this, Nan Hao also held his breath in his heart, but he stood there stubbornly and didn't speak.

"That little white-eyed wolf really said that?" Nan Kang didn't believe what Nan Hao brought back at all, "I have raised her for so many years in vain, and the grace of nurturing has been completely forgotten by her!" ”

Nan Kang frowned and was very confused, he thought that letting Nan Hao ask for someone was a sure thing, but he couldn't help but regret it after getting the result of rejection.

Thinking of the beating and scolding he had given Nan Qiao, Nan Kang was suddenly a little discouraged, If he could have been a little more patient and merciful to Nan Qiao before, wouldn't it have become like this?

He sat on the chair decadently, looked at Nan Hao and sighed heavily, feeling that the future was bleak.

During this time, the pressure of the company made Nankang take care of himself, and even his sideburns turned a little whiter.

"You go out and call Nanxuan in." Nankang looked at his immature little son, but after all, he still didn't put the pressure of life on him.

He waved his hand, and the whole person looked at the mountains of papers on the table tiredly, and was speechless for a while.

It didn't take long for Nanxuan to knock on the door and come in.

"These children in the family are the most mature and stable among you." Nan Kang's complicated gaze fell on Nan Xuan, "You also know the current situation of our family. ”

Nan Xuan was silent, quietly listening to Nan Kang's words.

"Going to Nan Qiao for help is the only way out," Nan Kang handed over the matter to Nan Xuan, and he also believed that the other party would definitely be able to prioritize it. "There's not much time left."

"I see." Nan Xuan nodded heavily, he has been helping with the company's affairs recently, but it's a pity that even with Nan Xuan's help, Nan Kang and Nan Xuan are still powerless.

Murong Qiao is the only and last way out for the Nan family.

Nan Kang looked at Nan Xuan's calm appearance with relief, his worried mind was a little better, and then his eyes touched the mobile phone next to him, and finally picked it up and dialed the number that had not been contacted for a long time.

"Hello?" A familiar female voice rang from the phone.

"It's me, Nan Qiao." Nankang was silent for a long time and then explained his identity.

When Nan Hao told him before, he also told Nan Kang Murong Qiao's original words, so Nan Kang still made this call after hesitating for a moment.

Murong Qiao didn't speak, waiting for Nan Kang's next words.

Seeing that there was no response from there, the embarrassment and helplessness in Nankang's heart became a little heavier, as if it had turned into an urge, prompting him to continue to speak.

"No matter what the Nan family did to you before, even if you were driven out of the Nan family in the end, but the blood relationship is inseparable, Nan Qiao." Nankang put himself in the mentality of a father, and persuaded her in a bitter tone. "We're really a family."

"And those people in the Murong family don't look at you very well now, but in the end, you are not brothers and sisters, Shengjing Group has such a big family property, will they be willing to let it all out?" Nankang tried to use family affection to influence Murong Qiao.

When he spoke, he spoke with sincerity and sincerity, as if he was really thinking about Murong Qiao.

Murong Qiao saw through Nan Kang's provocation almost instantly, and when he heard Nan Kang's disrespectful remarks to his brothers, a fire gradually grew in his heart.

"In the future, you won't even have any bones left after they eat you-" Nankang wanted to start with blood and family, but before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of the call hanging up.

Murong Qiao didn't want to listen to this nonsense, and Nan Kang said that the eldest brother was not good as soon as he came up, so she didn't bother to talk nonsense with Nan Kang.

Nan Kang didn't expect Murong Qiao to hang up the call without warning, and he didn't even give him the slightest respect for his biological father.

Anger instantly occupied Nankang's brain, he stared at the hung up call interface in his hand, his angry chest rose and fell, and the next second he slammed the phone to the ground, and even the documents on the table were scattered everywhere.

Nan Kang coughed angrily, he thought that he would call her at least as a father, but the other party's attitude showed that the two had nothing to do with each other, which coldly made Nan Kang's heart chill, and at the same time gave birth to a feeling that Nan Qiao really wouldn't have anything to do with them.

What about the company? Nankang subconsciously thought of today's predicament.

He seems to have forgotten that it was he who drove Nan Qiao out of Nan's house mercilessly and severed the relationship.

The real reason for the current situation is Nankang himself.

Murong Qiao didn't want to participate in the Nan family's at all, so after hanging up Nankang's phone, he went to class as usual the next day.

However, after arriving at the classroom, Murong Qiao realized that it was different from the past.

The classroom, which had been vacated for classes a few days ago, was overcrowded today, and it seemed that all of them were here to attend the class.

"Here, here!" Yang Xin waved his hand at Murong Qiao, who was standing at the door of the classroom.

She came early today and helped Murong Qiao take a position in advance.

It seemed that seeing Murong Qiao's doubts, Yang Xin explained this scene.

"I started a new class today, and I heard that the professor was coming to teach us, and these are all here to listen to the class." Yang Xin pointed to the lively scene.

Murong Qiao looked around and found that there were indeed many unfamiliar faces, all of which seemed to be coming for this professor.

She couldn't help but wonder why this professor was so attractive.

It didn't take long for a man in a trench coat to push open the door with a book in his hand and walk in, standing on the podium.

In an instant, the eyes of the audience focused on him, and the originally eager discussion also quieted down.

The figure of the man standing on the stage is like a pine and cypress, the casual beige windbreaker is a white shirt as the base, the clean dressing style is lined with a clear and beautiful style, giving people a sense of civility and politeness, the black slightly long broken hair just reaches the forehead, revealing slightly thin eyebrows, a pair of eyes reveal a fine light, covered by the gold wire glasses on the bridge of the nose, the thin lips make his complexion a little whiter, and the gentle temperament makes people subconsciously relax.

He just stood there to attract the attention of the audience, his shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow, and his legs were even more slender outlined by the windbreaker.

"When we first met, I was the professor of your new class, and my name was Murong Chuan." Murong Chuan wrote his name on the blackboard, and his handsome handwriting was even more exciting.

"Now, it's time for class." After introducing himself, Murong Chuan opened the book and began to lecture from the prologue.

But where would the students' eyes notice what Murong Chuan was saying?

Murong Chuan just stood there, staring at his handsome figure and was occupied by all his attention, and many people held up their mobile phones to take pictures of the new teacher.

But Murong Qiao noticed the other party's self-introduction and found that Murong Chuan's surname was the same as his own.

(End of chapter)