In the evening, Nan Xuan waited at the gate of Huida as usual, his eyes searching for Murong Qiao's figure in the crowd.

He, who has come over to squat at his sister several times, has long learned to ignore the bright eyes around him that are looking at him, and he only waits for Murong Qiao with all his thoughts.

"I'm just going home, it's really nothing important, third brother......"

The girl's helpless voice came from the front.

Nan Xuan recognized the master almost the moment he heard the voice, The corners of his mouth hooked up a happy smile, and he looked in the direction where the voice came from, but his face froze.

I saw a handsome-looking man in a windbreaker and light pants standing beside Murong Qiao, with a warm smile on his face, and from Murong Qiao's intimate and relaxed tone just now, Nan Xuan knew the identity of the person in front of him.

"Jojo." Nan Xuan called her.

His voice was a little astringent, but he still shouted.

Murong Qiao frowned, hearing a familiar but annoying voice, there was some irritability in his eyes for no reason.

She had to stop, "If it's food delivery, you don't have to." ”

Looking at Nan Xuan, who was waiting for him at the school gate every night, Murong Qiao simply didn't want to figure out what he wanted to do now.

It's just that there are some people who she can't hide if she wants to.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pester you, I just wanted to send some food or care about your body." Nan Xuan's expression was gloomy.

Every time he saw Murong Qiao's disgust with him, it was like reminding him all the time how excessive things he had done before.

Nan Xuan stuffed the soup into Murong Qiao's hand as usual, "That's all." ”

He emphasized, and took a step back to distance himself, lest Murong Qiao return the things to himself.

But Murong Qiao's hand only felt the warmth for less than a second, and then it turned out of her palm.

"This is—" Murong Chuan spoke up at this time.

With a polite smile on his face, he reached out and took Nanxuan's soup very naturally and carried it into his hand.

Then Murong Chuan looked at it again, and then shifted his gaze from the thermos bucket to the person delivering the soup, but the warm light of his eyes made Nan Xuan feel a sense of oppression inexplicably.

Murong Chuan smiled, "My sister's mouth is very picky, but she can't eat anything."

Seeing Nan Xuan currying favor with Murong Qiao like this, Murong Chuan naturally didn't intend to put on a good face.

"You don't mind if I taste this soup, do you?" He asked.

The smile on Nan Xuan's face that was finally supported dropped a few points, and he was stumped by Murong Chuan's three or two words, and then he was a little angry, and he twisted his eyebrows to look at Murong Chuan, who was obviously ill-intentioned.

But Murong Chuan's question didn't need Nan Xuan's consent.

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand to unscrew the lid on it, and the tip of his nose took the first step to smell the umami that came out of it.

The thermos bucket has its own matching spoon, Murong Chuan took it out and gently scooped it into his mouth.

"The soup has been boiled for too long, the ingredients are not first-class delicious, and the chicken in it is also a little woody."

"And put quick condiments to cover up the bad tricks?"

Murong Chuan pointed out the shortcomings word by word.

It's like a food connoisseur, picky about the shortcomings of what you eat.

Nan Xuan's face was embarrassed by his criticism.

Murong Chuan didn't mean to finish, "Although I don't really want to hit people, if you only have this level of cooking skills, then this soup is still kept for yourself, and it can also be used as a trial and error cost." ”

He spoke out in a nonchariot tone, even politely, with politeness and kindness written all over his face.

But it was this attitude that made Nan Xuan even more annoyed.

"You!" He was so angry that he stepped forward.

But Murong Chuan just smiled, and then stuffed the soup back into his arms.

"Don't thank me." Murong Chuan nodded. "After all, I make a lot better than you, so it's a gesture to help you find faults."

"This soup is average, and this person is also average."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Murong Qiao who was standing beside him, and the warm smile on his face became much more sincere in an instant.

"Arrived?" Murong Chuan asked.

Murong Qiao nodded in acknowledgement, stretched out his hand and pulled down his third brother, signaling that he was leaving.

It's better to go home to review or code words, and do anything than waste time with Nanxuan here.

Murong Chuan laughed, bowed his head in accordance with his sister's movements, and deliberately said "whispering" in a voice that could be heard by the three people present.

"If you want to drink soup, my brother will go home and make it for you, it must be much better than this."

This sentence can be called a knife that stabs the vital point, penetrating Nanxuan's entire chest, tearing a big hole and pouring wind into it, whirring pain.

It's just that the person who said this seemed unconscious, and the smile on his face was happier than anyone else's.

"Okay, shall we get in the car?" Murong Qiao was helpless.

Murong Chuan nodded in agreement and followed behind his sister.

Anyway, the purpose of giving people a dismount has been achieved.

In the turbulent flow of people, Murong Chuan also walked towards the car parked on the side of the road with his sister in tow.

Nan Xuan's face stared at the broad back for a long time, his eyes sank, and he couldn't say anything after all.

He was indeed - no longer qualified to claim to be Jojo's older brother.

Then Murong Qiao was escorted home by Murong Chuan, and after saying goodbye to the third brother, he sat down on the sofa and rested for a while.

She then peeled off an orange from the fruit bowl on the coffee table, stuffed it into her mouth one by one, and emptied her brain unscrupulously.

It's been a month since Murong Qiao moved out, and occasionally when there are classes in the afternoon, he will take a lunch break and meet Yang Xin and the others.

And after Zheng Yue learned that Murong Qiao had moved out, she then went to the instructor to apply to move out of the dormitory and rent a house outside.

Anyway, there is no need to live in the dormitory, although the rented house is a little broken, but the advantage is that the rent is cheap and convenient and free, which happens to be the cost that Zheng Yue can afford now.

Murong Qiao, Yang Xin and Leng Yan, who had finished the class one morning, returned to the dormitory and prepared to rest for a while.

"Qiaoqiao—" Yang Xin howled wolf.

Murong Qiao tacitly smashed the note on her head, "Take it." ”

"I know you're the best!!" Yang Xin suddenly cheered up.

She took the note, "Huida's life is really not human-"

Before Yang Xin's grumbling was over, she was interrupted by the sound of the door being pushed open.

"Murong Qiao, can you come out for a while?" Zheng Yue's voice sounded with coldness.

The voice from the door made the three people in the room look at Zheng Yue at the same time, and seeing her somewhat gloomy look, it didn't look like a good thing.

Murong Qiao was not surprised, she got up, "Okay, go to the corridor." ”

Seeing this, Zheng Yue's expression was relieved, and she turned around and walked to the other side.

Murong Qiao was about to follow, but Yang Xin pulled his sleeve.

"Qiaoqiao—" she frowned worriedly, "Zheng Yue didn't look right. ”

couldn't pick out a smile on his face, his eyes were gloomy at a glance, and he subconsciously made Yang Xin reject.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine." Murong Qiao was comforted when he saw this.

Moreover, she could probably guess what Zheng Yue was here for.

"Okay, then." Only then did Yang Xin let go of her.

At the end, he also advised, "Qiaoqiao, you must be careful!" ”

Yang Xin's last words were locked behind the door, and Murong Qiao let go of the doorknob and looked at Zheng Yue, who was waiting for him at the other end of the corridor.

She walked over and said, "What's the matter with me?" ”

Zheng Yue bit her lip and looked at Murong Qiao's face, feeling a little similar in hindsight, but this made the mood in her heart worse.

"Why don't you tell me that Nankang is your father?"

(End of chapter)