The current situation of the Nan family suddenly appeared in front of Murong Qiao's eyes, and finally made her understand why Nan Xuan seemed to be in such a poor physical condition.

Murong Qiao pursed his lips, his gaze shifted from his phone to Nanxuan.

I don't know what this person is crazy about, his life has become like this, and he still cares about bringing her food every day.

Nan Xuan didn't seem to be sobering up yet, and Murong Qiao's stomach screamed twice, prompting her to go to the kitchen.

She didn't have too much talent in cooking, she originally wanted to order takeout, but considering that there was still a "patient", Murong Qiao followed the tutorial to put in the ingredients and chose the simplest porridge.

"Gollum-"

The rice cooker made a little sound, and Murong Qiao stared at the countdown displayed on the pot, and his thoughts turned over several times.

She recalled the description on the information, and always felt that Nan Xuan had changed as a different person.

I can't say if the other party was stimulated, but now that he chooses to live with Nan Jin, he doesn't even go back to Nan's house as often as he comes to see him.

This always made Murong Qiao feel weird.

She lowered her eyebrows, smelling the aroma of the porridge in the pot, and couldn't tell what mood she was in for a while.

The Nan family has become like this, she doesn't feel anything, but when she sees Nan Xuan, she can't help but feel some sympathy.

Nan Kang suffered a blow and collapsed, so he irresponsibly threw all the mess on Nan Xuan's body, Nan Hao is still young and still has to go to school......

"It's not a thing." Murong Qiao cursed in a low voice.

As a father, being able to waste like this, Nankang can be said to have opened her eyes.

She thought hard, and the porridge was boiled.

The rice grains were fragrant and glutinous, with the fresh fragrance of shrimp, and Murong Qiao came out with two bowls.

It is impossible for her to take care of Nan Xuan carefully, and it is already Murong Qiao's kindness to be able to make porridge for the other party.

She randomly picked some simple ingredients in the refrigerator to cook, but she didn't intend to grieve her stomach.

Nan Xuan opened his eyes dimly, and was woken up by a faint voice outside the room.

He didn't react a little, and subconsciously propped up his body to scan the surrounding environment, but he felt even more dazed.

The room is not familiar to me, the quilt has a shallow smell of sunlight, and the warm feeling on the body even wants Nanxuan to sleep like this.

For a moment, he felt like he was back in his childhood.

When he returned to his mother, who had not yet died, would gently call his name, let him take his younger siblings out to play, tell him not to get hurt, and watch his scene with a smile.

But after Nanxuan saw Murong Qiao sitting in the living room, he suddenly woke up and remembered what had happened before.

"Awake?" Murong Qiao looked at him.

She casually pointed to the table, "The porridge is on the table, drink it and leave." ”

Murong Qiao's cold attitude dispelled the last bit of warmth left in Nan Xuan's heart.

It's better to say that it is such a sister who reminds Nan Xuan all the time how a bastard he was before.

“…… Good. Nan Xuan agreed in a hoarse voice.

Murong Qiao ignored him, holding the laptop code word to herself, it was better to say that she didn't want to have any intersection with Nanxuan at all.

Nan Xuan moved lightly, not wanting to disturb Murong Qiao, and quietly sat down at the table and picked up the bowl of warm porridge and brought it to his mouth.

It's not so extreme delicious, but the warm feeling in the stomach makes Nan Xuan feel that the fatigue of these days has been swept away.

This is the porridge that his sister made for him with her own hands.

Such words suddenly appeared in his heart, and even the fingertips holding the bowl shrank, as if he could not cherish it more.

It was obviously just an ordinary bowl of seafood porridge, but Nanxuan drank a delicacy-like enjoyment.

It's just that the porridge has to be drunk after all, and when Nan Xuan slowly swallowed the last sip, his eyes couldn't help but look at his sister sitting on the sofa after all.

"No." Murong Qiao noticed the sight and threw him a word.

Nan Xuan paused to get up, pursed his lips for a long time and didn't speak, just nodded slightly, got up and walked in the direction of the entrance to leave.

But the pace of walking over unconsciously slowed down, and his gaze couldn't control looking at Murong Qiao, even if he just glimpsed the other party's cold face, Nan Xuan was satisfied in his heart.

Although their relationship seems to be stiff and unprogressing these days, after he fainted today, Murong Qiao did not leave alone, but took himself back to the house and boiled porridge for him......

Could it be that he could also think a little, a little selfishly, that Murong Qiao was actually so indifferent to him that he didn't really break off the relationship?

Nan Xuan silently hooked the corners of his lips, and suddenly felt that his mood was better than before.

He left quietly, and even closed the door when he left, for fear of disturbing Murong Qiao.

Nan Xuan almost returned home with a smile, and happened to bump into Nan Jin, who had already returned home from work.

"What are you?" Nan Jin looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

During this time, the two lived together, Nan Xuan's state Nan Jin couldn't be clearer, and now seeing Nan Xuan smiling so happily, Nan Jin couldn't help but wonder.

Nan Xuan exhaled as if relieved, "I just feel that Qiaoqiao is fine now." ”

"She has grown up well, she has a happy life, and she can take care of herself by herself." He couldn't help but laugh.

Nan Xuan and Nan Jin recounted what happened today, "Qiao Qiao lives in the Murong family, at least he doesn't have to worry about life. ”

"At least you don't have to suffer like we do." He smiled wryly.

In the current situation of the Nan family, Nan Xuan only felt that he was sometimes stuck in his throat, not to mention Murong Qiao.

Nan Jin listened to him in silence before speaking, "As long as she has a better life." ”

The Nan family is like this now, and Nan Jin only feels that he deserves it.

He also didn't expect his sister to pick up the relationship between them again, as long as she was doing well, it was enough for him to feel at ease.

"The Murong family takes good care of Qiao Qiao...... Nan Xuan suddenly sighed and laughed again. Also, as long as Jojo is happy, nothing else matters. ”

His tone was relieved, although with sourness and the loneliness of not being able to be with his sister, but the most contained was the blessing.

"The mess of the Nan family, don't bother her." Nan Jin agreed.

They owe their sister too much, and the only thing they can do is probably to watch her get better and better from afar, and silently bless her in their hearts, which is already the best.

The night crept away from the sky and turned into the blue of the day and the scorching sun in the sky, with a temperature that scorched the soul, enveloping everyone.

And Huo Yichen rarely returned to Huo's house at noon today, because Huo Hong said that he had something to do with him.

It's just that when he returned home, what he saw was not the housekeeper waiting for him, but Huo Xiuyuan, who was standing in the living room with a gloomy face.

"I should have thought that it was you who did a good job." Huo Xiu looked at him from afar.

Obviously, he had hidden it well before, but suddenly such a big thing happened, and it was difficult for Huo Xiuyuan not to think about it.

He looked at Huo Yichen, who was standing in front of him with a calm expression, and couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, so he stepped forward and punched Huo Yichen's nose bone, and his strength was ruthless.

Huo Yichen took a step back unhurriedly, took his punch, and pushed up with his leg without showing weakness, hitting the opponent's soft abdomen, making Huo Xiuyuan retreat in pain.

(End of chapter)