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   This even made Nan Jin no longer pay attention to her own body, which made Nan Hao feel strange.

  But he has no memory of his previous life, and he doesn't understand why Nan Jin always said those weird words. In the end, he couldn't figure it out, and he could only attribute these things to his debt to Murong Qiao.

  After all... He protected Nan Zhi before, was so fierce to Murong Qiao, and he did not only one wrong thing.

  After much deliberation, Nan Hao, who turned back to himself, thought that Nan Jin was the same.

  Because of this, Nan Hao became more determined to apologize to Murong Qiao.

  So one day, Nan Hao, who had only one class, finished class early, and stood downstairs in the teaching building of Huida University, waiting for Murong Qiao who had just finished class and walked out.

  He did not wait in the crowd this time, and even stood aside with a mask and hat to reduce his sense of presence.

  Nan Hao didn't want to cause trouble for Murong Qiao, and he was aware of the terrifying impact of those gossip rumors on the Huida forum.

   "I'm leaving first." Murong Qiao was saying goodbye to Yang Xin coldly.

  Nan Hao stood not far away and watched this scene, knowing that Murong Qiao was going to take a taxi at the school gate again.

   After saying goodbye, he stepped forward to talk.

   "I have something to tell you." Nan Hao didn't procrastinate.

  He will go to the hospital to take care of Nan Jin later, and he doesn't have much time to talk to Murong Qiao.

  Murong Qiao recognized him, "Could it be Nankang again?"

   "No, he is no longer worthy of being a father. I came this time... to apologize to you."

   Nan Hao hesitated for a moment, "For my previous rudeness."

   "I'm sorry, I talked to you like that before. I was very ignorant at the time, and I didn't know the truth to treat you like that."

  He admitted his mistakes, without excuses or excuses, with a frank and sincere expression.

  Murong Qiao was a little surprised to hear these words, especially when they came out of Nan Hao's mouth.

  She didn't know that Nan Hao was living with Nan Xuan now, but she thought that Nan Hao had suddenly changed his gender.

   "This is for you, just some potato chips and pastries." Nanhousse handed her a bag.

   It's not something expensive, it's because Nan Hao thinks that eating is more acceptable to Murong Qiao.

   But in fact, he originally wanted to buy a beautiful necklace as an apology gift, but he didn't have much money in his hand, and Nan Jin was hospitalized again, so he temporarily shelved this idea after much deliberation.

   It's just that Nan Hao felt that he didn't fulfill his elder brother's obligations and responsibilities to Murong Qiao.

   "...How about Nan Jin, why didn't you come with me?" She asked.

  Murong Qiao didn't think anything of Nan Hao's apology, it's better to say that she has already lost her mind about Nan's family, so she just feels indifferent to Nan Hao's apology.

  But Nan Jin hasn't come to school to look for her for several days.

  Before Nan Jin and Nan Xuan decided not to bother their sister, but they would come to visit two or three times within a week, but Murong Qiao hadn't seen each other for ten days.

  Habits are scary things.

  Even though she felt that she didn't care about Nan Jin or Nan's family, Murong Qiao had to admit that she still cared a little about Nan Jin every time she walked to the school gate after school and looked for that annoying figure in the crowd.

  Perhaps it was because he had delivered food when he was in the most difficult time. Although the ending of diarrhea was somewhat unsatisfactory, Murong Qiao still kept this small matter in his heart, and he also remembered Nan Jin's favor.

   "Second brother?" Nan Hao replied truthfully, "He was hospitalized recently."

   "Hospitalized?" Murong Qiao looked blank for a moment.

  Nan Hao nodded, "Second brother was sick before, but he only took medicine and didn't go to the hospital, and the result was..."

  But in fact, the onset of the disease was inseparable from the fact that Nankang was the murderer. The death of their mother was always a knot in their hearts, but no one expected that this matter would be solved by Murong Qiao in such a violent way.

   "Sorry, I have to go." Nan Hao suddenly realized the time issue, "I still have to go to the hospital to take care of my second brother—"

  He was about to leave as soon as he spoke, but before leaving, he wanted to call Qiao Qiao or his sister, but he swallowed the words silently.

   Forget it, he was afraid that Murong Qiao would hate him again.

  The figure of Nan Hao leaving is determined and lonely, and the youthful spirit has faded. After so many things, the whole person has gradually matured.

  Murong Qiao watched him leave, and then looked at the snack bag in his hand. Thinking of Nan Jin's illness, he rarely wavered in his mind, wondering if he should go to the hospital to see him.

  Murong Qiao walked to the school gate, waved his hand and called a taxi.

   "Where are you going?" asked the master.

  Murong Qiao sat in the back seat, struggled for a long time and finally said: "Go...to the Central Hospital."

  The terrain of the huge central hospital is intricate, and patients in departments, operating rooms and various corridors are piled up together, making it easy for first-time visitors to get dizzy.

  But Murong Qiao has been here several times, and he found the front desk quite familiarly, and asked for Nan Jin's ward number from the nurse.

  She originally planned to go see An Nuo who was filming on the set after class, but she changed her mind temporarily and found Nan Jin's ward again.

He seems to be a little thinner than before. He is obviously a tall man of about 1.8 meters, but lying on the hospital bed wearing a striped suit, he is too thin. Coupled with his pale complexion, it is hard not to feel that the wind is blowing. It can blow people down.

   "Here you are." Inside, Nan Hao is delivering food to Nan Jin.

  He must have no cooking skills at all, these were bought temporarily.

  Murong Qiao stood by the window, using her petite figure and the noise of the crowd as cover, quietly watching the two people in the ward.

  Suddenly a hand rested on her shoulder and patted it lightly, scaring Murong Qiao back.

   "I have time to see patients, but not me." Murong Zheng said.

   Obviously, he saw what Murong Qiao was doing.

  Murong Qiao was a little embarrassed to be caught on the spot, "That..."

  She tried to defend herself, but she smiled guiltyly at her second brother's see-through gaze.

   "Don't worry, it's not dead." Murong Zheng said suddenly.

  Murong Qiao was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the second brother was talking about Nan Jin.

  She looked back at the ward, and let go of her restless heart. She dragged her second brother to change the place to talk, and Murong Qiao didn't want Nan Jin to find out that she came by herself.

  The two turned to the corridor outside, Murong Zheng couldn't see any expression on his face.

   "I didn't just drop by to see him, the main thing must be to see you!" Murong Qiao tried to cover up.

   Murong Zheng raised his eyebrows, "Really?"

   It was obvious that he didn't believe it, and Murong Qiao faintly smelled the smell of vinegar being overturned.

  Murong Qiao was quick-witted, and handed the pastry that he originally planned to bring to An Nuo to his second brother Murong Zheng.

   "Really, I bought you pastries!" She tried her best to make her expression sincere.

  Cakes are the best-selling items in the newly opened Huarong Building. They are limited every day, and they are so delicious that people can swallow their tongues.

  Murong Zheng glanced at the bag, wondering if he felt Murong Qiao's "sincerity" from the "hard-to-grab limited edition hot-selling delicious pastries", but he didn't make things too difficult for her.

  He looked at it, "You can keep it for yourself, this kind of thing will only make my daily sugar intake exceed the standard."

   "The other one is for you," Murong Zheng took out a box from his pocket.

  It’s a tube of eye cream. It doesn’t look like there is any sign of brand or packaging. It only has a pure white appearance.

  Murong Zheng coughed lightly, "After a little research, I will help you get rid of dark circles."