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  He didn't know when it started, but when he went home and saw Nan Jin at home, and sometimes even cooking and preparing dishes, he suddenly felt different.

   Even Nan Xuan, who has always been the busiest, can feel the changes in Nan Jin.

  For this reason, Nan Xuan specially found a time to talk with Nan Jin.

   "You're in a good mood recently." Nan Xuan asked.

  Based on his understanding of Nan Jin, he can make Nan Jin so happy that he can guess that it has something to do with Murong Qiao.

  Nan Jin was taken aback, "Is it that obvious?"

  He himself was not aware of it, Nanxuan Meifeng nodded in affirmation.

  Compared with him who was depressed before, Nan Jin seemed to be a different person one by one.

   "Don't forget what I said before, don't disturb." Nanxuan reminded.

  He looked at Nan Jin very seriously, and when he said this sentence softly, he seemed to be reminding himself.

   It was the decision made by Nan Jin and Nan Xuan not to disturb my sister's beautiful life now.

   "I know, I just... visit her occasionally." Nan Jin touched the tip of her nose.

  Occasionally, Nan Jin said these two words without any guilt on his face.

  He just drooped his eyes as if he was thinking about something, his brows frown and sometimes stretch, and finally he sighed again.

   "I just... think it would be too bad to end up like this if I died early."

  Nan Jin said suddenly.

  This sentence is light and weightless, and the words are mixed with air, and they are more inclined to whisper.

   Nan Xuan looked deeply at Nan Jin, and could hear the reluctance in his words.

  These words were like a switch, opening up the conversation box that Nan Jin hadn't talked to during this time.

  He didn't meet Nan Xuan's eyes, but stared at a certain point in the air and spoke in a daze, slowly expressing his inner thoughts.

   "If I die, I won't know that my sister will be bullied in the future, then I will die of anger." Nan Jin joked.

   During this period of time, secretly sending her sister home also made Nan Jin think about many things, including the point of living well.

  Nan Jin laughed at herself, "I am indeed not as strong as the Murong family. I can provide shelter and the best living environment for Qiao Qiao, but occasionally... I want to do my best to protect her."

   It's like sending her home now.

   "Anyway, just watch her happy from a distance, nothing else matters." Nan Jin concluded with this.

  Nan Jin smiled and let out a breath, as if she was much more relaxed.

   It's rare for someone to listen to him say these words, and Nan Jin feels uncomfortable holding back during this time.

   Nanxuan was silent for a while after listening, but it wasn't about Nan Jin, but his thoughts suddenly thought of Nan Kang.

  Nankang called him several times before, and Nanxuan simply blocked the other party, but now a bad premonition emerged in his heart, as if something bad was about to happen.

  Two days ago, he planned to go back to see what was going on in Nankang. It was his father. No matter how unfeeling the words were in the quarrel that day, Nanxuan didn't really do that.

  He thought, if Nankang really couldn't survive, he could also provide some money for relief.

  But after asking the neighbors, I found out that within two days after he left, Nankang tipped everywhere like an upstart, and the money was thrown out as nonchalantly as white paper.

  The owner of the supermarket also said: "I've become a lot tougher in buying wine in the past two days, and I only pick the most expensive ones. I don't know where he got so much money, tsk tsk..."

  Nan Xuan's heart skipped a beat.

  He turned to regain consciousness from his memory, glanced at Nan Jin, and couldn't help saying a few more words of advice.

   "As long as you know what's in your mind, besides...be careful in Nankang recently, and don't answer the phone."

  …

   During the secret **** in the next few days, Nan Jin knew Murong Qiao's route home by heart.

  He can almost memorize a few traffic lights before making a turn, and he also knows that his sister will occasionally cross the road and go a little further to buy original cakes from dessert shops that he likes to eat.

   But Nan Jin is not a professional, and Murong Qiao saw him at the door several times.

  No matter how dull a person is, he should realize that something is wrong, not to mention Murong Qiao's keen and delicate mind. If he observes a little and walks on an unfamiliar road, he will catch a glimpse of Nan Jin.

  So Murong Qiao took the initiative to talk to him after school today.

   "Nan Jin." She stopped Nan Jin who was about to turn around and leave.

  Nan Jin was forced to stop, then turned back to look at her sister, touched the tip of her nose with some embarrassment and guilt.

  Murong Qiao got straight to the point, "If you come here every day because I paid for the operation in advance, then you don't have to."

   "Nanxuan has already paid the operation fee. At that time, I just didn't want to see someone die before I helped. You don't have to... come to me every day like this."

   She paused at the end of her speech, and then stopped.

Murong Qiao doesn't like Nan Jin very much. To be precise, she has long since severed her connection with the Nan family, so when she sees Nan Jin, she regards herself as a younger sister and treats her well. All these behaviors give her a headache .

  Murong Qiao sullenly said, "I have nothing to do with the Nan family anymore, you don't have to treat me as a younger sister at all, and I have the right to treat the past as the past."

   "There's no need for this, Nan Jin."

   "It's best for us to treat each other as strangers." Murong Qiaofu spoke again.

  She stood in front of Nan Jin but lowered her eyelids. She didn't look at Nan Jin. Her eyes were so dark that it was impossible to see what emotions and thoughts were hidden.

  Nan Jin replied immediately, "Okay."

  The way he nodded was obedient and obedient, as if he had listened to Murong Qiao's words.

  The expression was sincere enough, and even the eyebrows and eyes were bent a little to look happy, revealing Nan Jin's happy mood.

   After finally talking to her sister, Nan Jin was naturally happy.

  Murong Qiao didn't seem to have expected Nan Jin to agree so happily. She was startled, and looked at Nan Jin in astonishment. She glanced at his expression and pondered it. After a moment of silence, she also said "hmm".

   "Okay, then I'm leaving." She turned around, and her steps of leaving were not muddled at all.

   After talking and talking, Nan Jin also agreed, and Murong Qiao didn't plan to chat with the other party.

   What's more, the two of them have nothing to say.

   It was only after Nan Jin waited for Murong Qiao to walk a long way this time that Nan Jin started to follow, the road was very familiar to him.

  But this time when following her, Nan Jin paid more careful attention to her presence to avoid being discovered by Murong Qiao again.

  Nan Jin identified Murong Qiao, and after knowing that she secretly took care of her, Nan Jin twisted her mind to be nice to her sister.

   After Murong Qiao finished speaking, he was ready to go home.

  Just now Nan Jin promised well, so she didn't think much about it, she just thought that the other party was also going back home.

   It takes about ten minutes to walk home from Huida, and Murong Qiao still thought about going to see if the dessert shop was closed later.

  Recently, An Nuo has been working very **** filming, and he has to maintain his figure and control his weight. Today’s filming is just a celebration for the other party, and I will buy An Nuo’s favorite mango flavor...

   Murong Qiao was thinking about it, when he heard footsteps approaching from behind him, and there was no one on the phone at this moment, the other party was obviously coming towards him in such a hurry.

   She turned around in doubt, but her mouth was suddenly covered, and she was pushed directly into the alley next to her by a huge force.

   "Be honest!" the man said viciously.

  Murong Qiao slammed her head against the wall hard, her eyes darkened and she slowed down to adapt to the darkness of the alley, and recognized the person in front of her.

  Nankang? !