Chapter 151 The handsome professor is the third brother
Jiang Weiwei posted an apology statement for Murong Qiao's smearing and other actions on the forum, and there was no further movement.
But the heat will always be occupied by someone. I heard that a campus goddess, Feng Xinyao, has appeared recently.
Murong Qiao didn't care about those things, he just focused on attending classes, and on the other hand was busy managing his own company.
Nan Hao, who was rejected by Murong Qiao, returned home and told Nan Kang that Murong Qiao didn't intend to help their family's response, but was scolded by Nan Kang instead.
"It must be because of your bad attitude!" Nan Kang heard Nan Hao say that Murong Qiao refused, and looked at his youngest son with a little more anger in his hopeful eyes.
Hearing what his father said, Nan Hao also held his breath in his heart, but stood there stubbornly and did not speak.
"That little white-eyed wolf really said that?" Nan Kang didn't believe what Nan Hao brought back, "I have raised her for so many years, and she has completely forgotten the grace of raising her!"
Nan Kang frowned and was very distracted. He thought it would be a surefire thing to ask Nan Hao to ask for help, but he couldn't help but regret it when he got the result of being rejected.
Recalling the beating and scolding he had done to Nan Qiao, Nan Kang was a little discouraged. If he had been more patient and kind to Nan Qiao before, wouldn't it be like this now?
He sat decadently on the chair, looked at Nan Hao and sighed heavily, deeply feeling that the future was bleak.
During this period of time, the pressure from the company made Nankang overwhelmed, and even his temples turned white.
"Go out and call Nanxuan in." Nankang looked at his immature young son, after all, he still didn't put the pressure of life on him.
He waved his hand, looking wearily at the mountains of documents on the table, speechless for a while.
Nanxuan knocked on the door and came in not long after.
"The children in your family are the most mature and stable of you." Nankang's complicated eyes fell on Nanxuan, "You also know the current situation of our family."
Nan Xuan nodded silently, listening to Nan Kang's words quietly.
"Going to Nan Qiao for help is the only way out," Nan Kang handed over the matter to Nan Xuan, and he also believed that the other party would definitely be able to distinguish the priorities. "Time is running out."
"I see." Nan Xuan nodded heavily. He has also been helping with the company's affairs recently, but it's a pity that even with Nan Xuan's help, Nan Kang and Nan Xuan are still unable to do what they want.
Murong Qiao is the only and last way out for the Nan family.
Nan Kang looked at Nanxuan's calm appearance with relief, and his worried mind eased up a little. Then his gaze touched the mobile phone next to him, and he finally picked it up and dialed the number that he hadn't contacted for a long time.
"Hello?" A familiar female voice rang from the phone.
"It's me, Nan Qiao." After a long silence, Nan Kang explained his identity.
Before when Nan Hao told him, he also told Nan Kang the original words of Murong Qiao, so Nan Kang still made this call after hesitating for a moment.
Murong Qiao didn't speak, waiting for Nankang's next words.
Seeing that there was no response, Nankang felt a little more embarrassment and helplessness, as if it had turned into a urging, prompting him to continue speaking.
"No matter what the Nan family did to you in the past, even kicking out of the Nan family in the end, but the blood relationship cannot be separated, Nan Qiao." Nan Kang put himself in the mentality of a father, and persuaded her earnestly. "We're a real family."
"Although those members of Murong's family treat you very well now, after all, you are not real brothers and sisters. Would they be willing to give up all the wealth of Shengjing Group?" Nankang tried to influence Murong Qiao with family affection. .
Murong Qiao saw through Nankang's provocation almost instantly, and when he heard Nankang speak ill of his brothers, his heart gradually became angry.
"In the future, you will be eaten by them until there is not even a bone left—" Nankang wanted to start with the blood and family relationship, but before he could finish speaking, he heard the sound of the call hanging up.
Murong Qiao didn't want to hear such nonsense, and Nankang said that the eldest brother and the others were not good as soon as he came up, so she didn't bother to talk nonsense with Nankang.
Nan Kang didn't expect that Murong Qiao would hang up the call without warning, and didn't even give him the slightest respect for his biological father.
Anger instantly occupied Nankang's brain. He stared at the hung up call interface in his hand, his chest heaved in anger, and the next second he threw the phone on the ground, and even the documents on the table were scattered everywhere. .
Nankang coughed angrily. He thought that he was at least calling her as a father, but the attitude of the other party showed that the two had nothing to do with each other. The coldness made Nankang feel chills in his heart, and at the same time gave birth to a It feels like Nan Qiao really doesn't have any involvement with them.
What about the company? Nankang subconsciously thought of the current predicament.
He seems to have forgotten that he was the one who ruthlessly drove Nan Qiao out of Nan's house and severed the relationship.
The real reason for the current situation is Nankang himself.
Murong Qiao didn't want to take part in those troubles of Nan's family, so after hanging up Nankang's phone, he went to class as usual the next day.
But after arriving in the classroom, Murong Qiao realized the difference from the past.
A few days ago, nearly half of the seats could be vacated in class, but today it is overcrowded, and it seems that they are all here to attend the class.
"Here, here!" Yang Xin waved at Murong Qiao who was standing at the door of the classroom.
She came early today and helped Murong Qiao reserve a seat in advance.
Seemingly seeing Murong Qiao's doubts, Yang Xin explained the scene.
"There is a new class today, and I heard that the professor is coming to give us a class. These are all here to listen to the class." Yang Xin pointed to the lively scene.
Murong Qiao looked around and found that there were indeed many unfamiliar faces, and they all seemed to be directed at this professor.
She couldn't help but wonder why this professor is so attractive.
Not long after, I saw a man in a windbreaker with a book in his hand, opened the door and walked in, standing on the podium.
In an instant, all the eyes of the audience were focused on him, and the originally eager discussion became quiet with a tacit understanding.
The figure of the man standing on the stage is as pine as cypress, and the casual beige windbreaker is covered with a white shirt. The clean style of the dress is elegant and elegant, giving people a sense of elegance, and the black slightly long broken hair is just right. Reaching to the forehead, there are slightly thin eyebrows and eyes, and a pair of eyes reveals a fine light, which is covered by the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose. The thin lips make his complexion a little paler, and the gentle temperament makes people subconsciously relax. .
Just standing there, he attracted the attention of the audience. His shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow, and his legs were outlined by the windbreaker. He was even more slender. Facing all the gazes, the man introduced himself to everyone without hesitation.
"We met for the first time. I am the professor of your new class. My name is Murong Chuan." Murong Chuan wrote his name on the blackboard, and his handsome handwriting was even more touching.
"Now, the class is officially started." After introducing himself, Murong Chuan opened the book and began to teach from the prologue.
But where did the students notice what Murong Chuan was saying?
Murong Chuan just stood there, staring at his handsome figure, and his full attention was occupied. Many people held up their mobile phones to secretly take pictures of the new teacher.
But Murong Qiao noticed the other party's self-introduction, and found that Murong Chuan's surname was the same as her own.
(end of this chapter)