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  Murong Qiao pursed her lips, and shifted her gaze from the phone to Nan Xuan.

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

   Nanxuan didn't seem to be awake yet, Murong Qiao groaned twice, prompting her to go to the kitchen.

  She doesn't have much talent in cooking, and originally wanted to order takeaway, but considering that there is still a "patient", Murong Qiao put in the ingredients according to the tutorial, and chose the simplest porridge.

   "Gulu Gulu—"

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

  Recalling the description in the information, she always felt that Nanxuan was a different person.

   I can't tell whether the other party has been stimulated, but now I choose to live with Nan Jin, and the frequency of visiting Nan's house is not even as much as he visits me.

   This always makes 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.

   Nan's family has become like this, she doesn't feel any feelings, but seeing Nanxuan, she can't help feeling a little sympathetic.

  Nankang was devastated by the blows, so he irresponsibly dumped all the mess on Nanxuan. Nanhao is still young and still has to go to school...

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

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

   While she was thinking, the porridge was ready.

  The rice grains were fragrant, glutinous and soft, with the fresh aroma of shrimps blowing over my face. Murong Qiao filled two bowls and came out.

  It's impossible for her to take good care of Nanxuan, it's Murong Qiao's kindness to make porridge for her.

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

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

  He didn't react a little, subconsciously propped up his body and scanned the surrounding environment, but felt even more at a loss.

  The room was not familiar to me, the quilt smelled of sunshine, and the warm feeling of covering her body made Nanxuan even want to fall asleep like this.

   For a moment, he felt in a trance as if he had returned to his childhood.

  Back to my mother, she hasn’t died yet, she will call his name tenderly, let him take his younger siblings out to play, tell him not to get hurt, and watch his scenes with a smile.

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

   "Are you 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 remaining warmth in Nan Xuan's heart.

   It would be better to say that it is this kind of younger sister who reminds Nanxuan all the time what a **** he was before.

   "...Okay." Nanxuan agreed with a hoarse voice.

  Murong Qiao ignored him, and just took care of typing with the laptop. It might be better to say that she didn't want to have any interaction with Nanxuan at all.

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

   It's not extremely delicious, but the feeling of warmth in the stomach makes Nanxuan feel that the fatigue of these days has been swept away.

   This is porridge made by his sister herself.

  Suddenly such words appeared in his mind, and even the fingertips holding the bowl shrank back, as if he couldn't cherish it more.

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

   However, the porridge was about to be finished, and when Nan Xuan slowly swallowed the last mouthful, he couldn't help but look at his sister who was sitting on the sofa.

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

   Nanxuan paused when he got up, pursed his lips for a while and didn't speak, just nodded lightly, got up and walked towards the entrance to prepare to leave.

  But the pace of walking over unconsciously slowed down, and he couldn't help looking at Murong Qiao. Even if he just caught a glimpse of the other's cold face, Nanxuan felt satisfied in his heart.

  Although their relationship seems to be still stiff and no progress these days, after he passed out today, Murong Qiao did not leave alone, but took him back home and cooked porridge for him...

   Could it be that he can also think a little, a little bit selfishly, that Murong Qiao is actually so indifferent to him that he didn't really sever ties with him?

  Nan Xuan silently curled the corners of his lips, and suddenly felt that he was in an unprecedented mood.

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

  Nan Xuan almost returned home with a smile, and bumped into Nan Jin who had already returned home from get off work.

   "You are?" Nan Jin looked at him and raised his eyebrows.

   During this period of time when the two lived together, Nan Jin knew very well what state Nan Xuan was in. Seeing Nan Xuan smiling so happily, Nan Jin was inevitably puzzled.

  Nan Xuan breathed out as if relieved, "I just feel that Qiao Qiao is fine now."

   "She grew up very well, lived a very happy life, and can take care of herself by herself." He couldn't help but raise a smile.

   Nan Xuan and Nan Jin talked about what happened today, "Qiao Qiao lives in Murong's house, at least he doesn't have to worry about living."

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

  With the current situation of the Nan family, Nan Xuan only felt that sometimes he felt like a thorn in his throat, let alone Murong Qiao.

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

   Nan Jin felt that the Nan family deserved what they deserved.

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

   "The Murong family took good care of Qiao Qiao..." Nan Xuan suddenly sighed, then smiled again. "That's right, as long as Jojo is happy, nothing else matters."

  His tone was relieved, although it was sour and lonely that he couldn't be with his sister, but what contained the most was blessing.

   "Don't bother her with the mess of the Nan family." Nan Jin also agreed.

  They owed their sister too much, and the only thing they could do was watch her getting better and better from a distance, and silently bless her in their hearts, that would be the best.

  The night quietly left the sky, and gradually turned into the blue of the day and the scorching sun in the sky, covering everyone with the temperature that scorched the soul.

  As for Huo Yichen, it was rare to return 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 butler waiting for him, but Huo Xiuyuan standing in the living room with a half-smile and a gloomy face.

   "I should have thought earlier that you did something good." Huo Xiuyuan looked at him.

  It was obvious that they hid it well before, but suddenly such a big thing happened, it was hard 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 hold back the anger in his heart. He stepped forward and punched Huo Yichen on the bridge of the nose with ruthless force.

  Huo Yichen took a step back unhurriedly, received his punch, and without showing any weakness, pushed his leg upwards, hitting the opponent's soft abdomen, causing Huo Xiuyuan to back away in pain.