After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy

In the evening, Nanxuan waited at the gate of Huida University as usual, looking for Murong Qiao in the crowd.

He came over to squat with his sister several times, and he has long learned to ignore the stares staring at him, and only waits for Murong Qiao with all his heart.

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

The girl's helpless voice came from the front.

Nanxuan recognized the master almost as soon as he heard the voice, a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked in the direction of the voice, but his face froze.

I saw a handsome-looking man in a windbreaker and light trousers standing beside Murong Qiao, with a gentle smile on his face, and from Murong Qiao's intimate and relaxed tone just now, he was letting Nanxuan know The identity of the person in front of him.

"Qiao Qiao." Nan Xuan called her.

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

Murong Qiao frowned, and when he heard the familiar but annoying voice, some impatience appeared in his eyes for no reason.

She had to stop, "If it's food delivery, then there's no need."

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

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

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

Every time I saw Murong Qiao's disgust towards him, it was like reminding him all the time how much he had done in the past.

As usual, Nanxuan stuffed the soup into Murong Qiao's hands, "That's all."

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

But Murong Qiao felt the warmth in her hand for less than a second, before she left her palm.

"This is—" Murong Chuan said at this time.

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

Then Murong Chuan sized him up again, and then shifted his gaze from the thermos bucket to the person delivering the soup. It was clearly warm eyes, but Nan Xuan felt inexplicably oppressed.

Murong Chuan put back his smile, "My sister has a picky mouth, but not everything can be eaten."

Seeing Nanxuan fawning over Murong Qiao so much, Murong Chuan naturally didn't intend to put on a good face.

"This soup, do you mind if I try it?" He asked.

The smile on Nanxuan's face that he had managed to sustain dropped a bit, and he felt heartbroken by Murong Chuan's few words, and then became a little annoyed. He frowned and looked at Murong Chuan, who obviously came with bad intentions.

But Murong Chuan's question did not require Nanxuan's consent.

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and unscrewed the top cover, and the tip of his nose first smelled the umami smell from inside.

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

"The soup has been simmering for too long, and the ingredients are not first-class delicious, and the chicken in it is a bit too dry."

"And put a quick condiment to cover up the bad technique?"

Murong Chuan pointed out the shortcomings word by word.

Just like a gourmet connoisseur, he is picky about the shortcomings of the food in his hands.

Nan Xuan was embarrassed by his criticism.

Murong Chuan didn't mean to end, "Although I don't really want to hurt people, but if you only have this level of cooking skills, then you should keep this soup for yourself, and it can be used as a trial and error cost."

He pointed out the shortcomings in an ordinary tone, which could even be called polite, with politeness and kindness written all over his face.

But it was this attitude that made Nanxuan even more angry.

"You!" He stepped forward angrily.

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

"You don't need to thank me." Murong Chuan nodded. "After all, what I make is much better than yours, so it's easy for you to find out what's wrong."

"This soup is average, and this person——is 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 suddenly became more sincere.

"Has the taxi arrived?" Murong Chuan asked.

Murong Qiao nodded in acknowledgment, reached out and pulled his third brother, signaling that he was leaving.

Going home to review or code words, doing anything is better than wasting time here with Nanxuan.

Murong Chuan laughed, bowed his head following his sister's movements, and purposely whispered "whispering" in a voice that could be heard by the three present.

"I want to drink soup, my brother will make it for you at home. It must be much better than this."

This sentence can be said to stab at the vital point with a knife, piercing through Nanxuan's entire chest, tearing open a big hole and pouring wind into it, excruciating pain.

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

"Okay, shall we get in the car?" Murong Qiao said helplessly.

Murong Chuan nodded in agreement, and followed behind his sister.

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

In the turbulent flow of people, Murong Chuan walked towards the car parked by the side of the road while protecting his sister step by step.

Nanxuan stared at the broad back for a long while, his eyes darkened, and he was unable to speak after all.

He is indeed - no longer qualified to call himself Jojo's elder brother.

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

Then she took an orange from the fruit plate on the coffee table, peeled it, stuffed it into her mouth piece by piece, and emptied her brain recklessly.

It has been a month since Murong Qiao moved out to live in, and occasionally in the dormitory when there is class in the afternoon, he would go there for a lunch break and meet with Yang Xin.

After Zheng Yue learned that Murong Qiao had moved out, she also went to the supervisor to apply for moving out of the dormitory, and rented a house outside.

Anyway, there is no need to live in the dormitory. Although the rented house is a bit run-down, the advantage is that the rent is cheap and convenient and free, which happens to be what Zheng Yue can afford now.

Murong Qiao, Yang Xin and Leng Yan who had finished their classes one morning returned to the dormitory, ready to take a rest.

"Qiao Qiao—" Yang Xin howled ghostly.

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

"I know you are the best!!" Yang Xin cheered up immediately.

She took the note, "Hui Da's life is really not the life of a human—"

Before Yang Xin could finish her complaints, she was interrupted by the sound of the door being pushed open.

"Murong Qiao, can you come out?" Zheng Yue said in a cold voice.

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

Murong Qiao was not surprised, she stood up, "Okay, let's go to the corridor."

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

Murong Qiao was about to follow when Yang Xin grabbed her sleeve.

"Qiao Qiao—" She frowned with concern, "Zheng Yue doesn't look right."

There was no smile on his face, his eyes were gloomy, and Yang Xin subconsciously rejected him.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen." Murong Qiao comforted upon seeing this.

Moreover, she could probably guess why Zheng Yue came here.

"Then, all right." Yang Xin let go of her.

At the end, he also warned, "Qiao Qiao, you must be careful!"

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

She walked over, "What do you want from me?"

Zheng Yue bit her lips, looking at Murong Qiao's face, she belatedly felt a little similar, but this made her feel even worse.

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