Chapter 318 You are just an unqualified outsider
It is 7:30 in the morning, which is the time when Murong Qiao is preparing to go to the eighth class in the morning.
But she met an untimely person at the door of the house.
The second brother, who was supposed to be working in the central hospital and doing research, now stood in front of me, dressed in casual clothes with his hands in his pockets, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
"Send you to school." Murong Zheng said calmly.
A look of blankness flashed across Murong Qiao's face, "Second brother, you—don't go to work?"
She asked hesitantly, and before she could respond, Murong Chuan took the bag from her hand and carried it in his hand.
What class do you have? The younger sister is coveted.
He hid the sneer that was almost overflowing from his throat, walked to the elevator with a normal expression and pressed the button.
"Let's go." Murong Chuan stepped forward first.
Seeing this, Murong Qiao had no choice but to quickly follow.
Not surprisingly, when Murong Qiao reached the gate of University Hui, Nan Jin was already waiting there.
"Jojo, this is the breakfast I brought you today—"
Nan Jin habitually wanted to stuff the bag to Murong Qiao, but this time it didn't go as smoothly as usual.
Because a broad and powerful figure blocked between him and Murong Qiao, it firmly blocked Nan Jin's sight of Murong Qiao, completely blindingly white.
Nan Jin frowned, and just about to raise her head to say who is so short-eyed, she met Murong Zheng's cold eyes.
"She doesn't accept things from strangers." His voice was so cold that it made people's backs tremble.
Murong Zheng looked at the person named Nan Jin in front of him, looked him up and down, and then made a not-so-good comment.
Just because he still wants to **** his sister, wishful thinking.
Nan Jin felt disgusted with this man who suddenly appeared, and her tone became more aggressive.
"I care about Jojo, what does it have to do with you?"
"Of course it is related - I am her brother, who are you? What qualifications do you have to call her intimately?"
When the two of them talked, the smell of gunfire filled them, and they stood there as if neither of them would budge.
It's just that Murong Zheng raised his brows in a casual posture to show strength, and as soon as he stood there and said a word, his aura overwhelmed Nan Jin.
The second half of Murong Zheng's sentence pierced Nan Jin's heart, grabbed his sore spot and stabbed him fiercely, and even turned an angle, causing the flesh to deform. Nan Jin's face turned pale almost instantly.
"You—" He was short of breath, but his voice was hoarse.
It is undeniable that Murong Zheng's words really worked.
Murong Qiao has already left the Nan family. In theory, Nan Jin really shouldn't call herself her brother. Even apart from blood relationship, Nan Jin dare not claim to be Murong Qiao's brother.
He has done so many wrong things, he considers himself a sinner, and only asks for Murong Qiao's forgiveness.
Murong Zheng snorted unquestionably, "As an older brother, I will naturally take good care of Qiao Qiao. It's not up to you, an outsider, to care."
He finished his sentence on Nan Jin's identity as an outsider. Seeing that Nan Jin's face became paler and paler, Murong Zheng twitched the corner of his mouth in satisfaction.
"Also—" Murong Zheng turned his attention to the breakfast in Nan Jin's hands.
I saw him stretching out his fingertips to pick up the bag lightly, and the appearance of not even wanting to touch it was obvious disgust.
Murong Zheng frowned when he saw the deep-fried dough sticks inside at a glance, "You don't even care about what she likes to eat."
As soon as the words fell, Murong Zheng threw the bag directly into the trash can standing next to him in a delicate and accurate parabola.
There was a muffled sound.
Nan Jin saw Murong Zheng throwing the breakfast he wanted to give Murong Qiao into the trash can, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak.
It's not that he doesn't want to have a seizure, it's—
Nan Jin's gaze passed Murong Zheng, and fell on Murong Qiao, who was expressionless and did not respond to this, as if his heart had been stung hard.
He opened his mouth, but at this moment he was ashamed to even say the word Qiao Qiao.
"elder brother."
I saw a soft and sweet smile on Murong Qiao's face, and his expression was very cute.
But that smile was not aimed at himself.
Murong Qiao tugged on the sleeve of his second brother Murong Zheng, "Let's go, class will start later."
Dissipating into the air along with her light and fluttering voice was the hope that had just lit up in Nan Jin's eyes and was fleeting.
Even breathing seemed to bring a bone-chilling temperature, which made Nan Jin's heart ache.
Murong Zheng naturally followed his sister, after all, class is much more important than Nan Jin.
The two walked towards the school gate, and when Murong Qiao passed by Nan Jin, they didn't give him a look.
Nan Jin stood at the door in a daze for a long time.
"Okay, second brother, I'm going to class." Murong Qiao walked to the door of the teaching building and said goodbye to second brother Murong Zheng.
She smiled and waved her hand, "Otherwise the third brother will be late later."
Murong Chuan's classes have always been strict. Even though she is his younger sister, Murong Qiao never wanted to take the opportunity to be lazy.
"Yes, I know." Murong Zheng responded.
Know?
Murong Qiao's eyes were blank for a moment, and before he could figure out what Murong Zheng meant, he felt more weight in his hands.
She hurriedly took her schoolbag, "Then I'll go to class first!"
There was still five minutes of life-and-death speed, Murong Qiao said goodbye and turned directly to go upstairs.
When she ran up to push open the door, she happened to meet the third brother Murong Chuan who was standing on the podium.
"Please take this classmate as soon as possible." Murong Chuan reminded softly.
Murong Qiao quickly ran to the seat that Yang Xin had reserved for him and sat down, and began to concentrate on class.
"The content of this lesson is related to this picture, first look here..."
The voice of Murong Chuan teaching came from the stage.
While keeping up with his thoughts, Murong Qiao kept making relevant records in his notebook.
I don't know if it's Yang Xin's illusion, but the third brother's eyes seem to always look at her side intentionally or unintentionally throughout the class.
I always feel weird.
The time for one class will pass quickly.
"Huh—" Yang Xin took a deep breath, as if relieved.
After class, she naturally couldn't help the desire to speak, "Qiao Qiao, why do I feel that Professor Murong's class is a bit different."
Yang Xin scratched her head, as if she was also wondering what she said, but she felt that her intuition was right.
It wasn't that she wasn't paying attention to class, but that Professor Murong was always looking this way, which made Yang Xin think she had made a mistake at first.
"Where?" Murong Qiao raised his eyes.
Yang Xin opened his mouth, "I can't say, I just feel, feel..."
"Feels like he's always looking at you!"
She finally choked out the words she wanted to say in her heart.
"But your grades have been pretty good recently. Could it be that you have conflicts with Professor Murong?!" Yang Xin's imagination can be described as unconstrained.
Murong Qiao knocked her on the head helplessly, "Thinking nonsense."
The third brother has always been strict and demanding about his work, how could he be distracted from explaining because of her.
This topic was left unanswered during the bell in the next class.
But Murong Chuan was indeed looking at Murong Qiao, and he cared very much.
After he returned to the office, he reached out and picked up the documents next to him and glanced at them.
Murong Chuan decided to wait for his sister to finish her last class in the evening, and take the initiative to send her home, so as not to give that person named Nanxuan a chance.
Want to **** his sister, not even a thought.
(end of this chapter)