Chapter 398 Don't worry, he won't die
Murong Qiao looked at the white tube in his hand, and then at his second brother Murong Zheng, who had a calm face.
"Thank you, brother." She smiled.
Perhaps dazzled by his younger sister's dazzling smile, Murong Zheng turned his face away and coughed lightly.
He waved his hands as if it was a trivial matter, "It's nothing to study at leisure."
Murong Zheng would not tell his younger sister how long it took him to ask his former classmates to figure out these ingredients and their uses and effects.
"Okay." Murong Qiao agreed with a good temper.
She frowned, and didn't puncture the second brother's words, but decided to pick a gift for the second brother when she had time later.
Whoever treats her well, she treats him double.
Murong Zheng glanced at his watch, "I won't see you off later, I still have research."
"Is it about... that disease?" Murong Qiao couldn't help asking.
She politely didn't mention Nan Jin's name, but Murong Zheng still understood the worry in her heart.
When it came to pathology, Murong Zheng was rarely sour. He just stretched out his hand slightly jerky and rubbed his sister's soft hair.
"Don't worry, he won't die." Murong Zheng said.
Although she was very upset with Nan Jin, the patient was a patient, not to mention Nan Jin was kind to Murong Qiao. When he sent his sister to school, Murong Zheng also noticed it.
Being able to say such words from his mouth, Murong Qiao's heart was completely relieved.
She nodded emphatically, "Okay, I'll go first, the second brother, and I have to go to the set to see An Nuo."
It's not too late. At this point, we should be able to meet An Nuo who has finished filming.
"Be careful." Murong Zheng urged.
Murong Qiao remembered what the second brother said, and changed the way when going downstairs to avoid running into Nan Hao again.
The golden yellow tainted by the afterglow of the setting sun is very beautiful, especially watching the sun sink a little bit through the car window, covered by tall buildings, can make people really feel the passage of time bit by bit.
The burning clouds spread across the sky one by one, forming irregular and beautiful lines, which make people focus on it unconsciously.
"Here we are." The taxi driver reminded.
Murong Qiao regained consciousness, "Okay."
She gave the money, then got out of the car and walked towards An Nuo's crew.
This time the filming was in modern times, the crew rented a set location as the shooting location, and Murong Qiao found it without any trouble.
"Joe—" An Nuo saw her immediately.
Murong Qiao opened his arms, "So energetic?"
"No way, I've been filming for a whole day, and I'm so tired." An Nuo answered honestly in a low voice.
It was rare for her to relax and soften her eyebrows and eyes, and she couldn't stop relying on the smile on Murong Qiao's face. The happy mood of the whole person was written on her face, making it obvious to the people around her.
Only in front of Murong Qiao can An Nuo truly relax and talk about how tired he is.
Murong Qiao brought the pastry in front of her, "Then go home later, I bought your favorite, chocolate flavor."
"Wu! Joe, I love you the most!" An Nuo hugged her tightly.
Fortunately, An Nuo's scenes have been perfectly filmed, and she was originally required to be on standby for the later part, but the director liked An Nuo very much, so he let her leave early this time.
"Why do you suddenly want to see me?" An Nuo asked.
Murong Qiao raised his eyebrows, "I had a whim."
"How do you feel?" Murong Qiao cared about her.
Anno fire is a matter of time, but more important is good health.
"Me?" An Nuo froze for a moment, "It's all right."
"Everyone in the crew treated me very well, and I learned a lot from the director..." she murmured.
He didn't hear the name of Qing Chuan's song, which made Murong Qiao feel relieved.
Annuo will never lie to himself, that is, Qingchuan has been really honest recently, and he got his own warning.
Annuo continued, "I feel like I can try different roles during this time, and I actually want to play a vicious female supporting role once in a while haha."
"Qingchuan didn't contact you?" Just in case, Murong Qiao asked one more question.
Kiyokawa?
An Nuo blinked, and looked at Murong Qiao blankly. "Him? What did he contact me for?"
As early as that night, An Nuo gave up on his work and threw Qing Chuan into some unknown corner.
"It's best not to contact." Murong Qiao summed it up.
This topic did not receive much attention, and the two quickly returned home by car.
As if she was used to it, Murong Qiao sat cross-legged on the sofa as usual, and An Nuo leaned against her to read the script.
Although they didn't speak, there seemed to be a wordless tacit understanding between the two of them. Murong Qiao made a shot, and An Nuo on this side would give her a peeled orange in the next second, while An Nuo on the other side frowned and thought hard about the script. When it was time, Murong Qiao also raised his head to show her and then added an explanation.
"Sometimes I find the script so difficult to memorize." An Nuo sighed.
She habitually threw the script away and threw it on the coffee table. She grabbed Murong Qiao's arm and leaned her face on her shoulder, watching Murong Qiao typing line by line.
Murong Qiao's fingertips didn't slow down, "Maybe I'm a little restless."
"Maybe you can change your mind? It's good to take a break." She finished typing the last chapter.
An Nuo raised his head, "Speaking of which you will be a senior soon, are you preparing your graduation thesis too?"
She herself is from the Department of Acting, so she doesn't panic, but Murong Qiao is in charge of management, so she must prepare a lot of written materials.
"Soon." Murong Qiao nodded.
She also noticed this matter recently, and planned to prepare as early as possible.
Fourth year is about to come, and time flies back to graduation in the blink of an eye. Murong Qiao only feels that she has a lot of things to be busy, and she doesn't want to slack off for a moment.
"Not only the thesis, but also the third novel is about to start shooting, and there are many things in the company waiting for me to deal with..." Murong Qiao counted in detail.
Obviously, he should be a college student who has not stepped into the society, but now Murong Qiao has several jobs. He feels that one person is not enough, and he wishes to split into several selves.
While she was talking, she thought of Huo Yichen again, "I don't know what's going on with Ah Chen, and I haven't seen him much recently."
Huo Yichen was so busy in the company that he couldn't get away from him. Murong Qiao roughly calculated that the two of them hadn't seen each other for more than a month.
Saying that she doesn't miss her is being stubborn, but Murong Qiao can't bear to disturb her.
"It's okay, he must miss you too." An Nuo stretched out his hand and patted Murong Qiao's shoulder as a comfort.
The protagonist of the topic between the two, Huo Yichen, was sitting at his desk correcting documents late at night.
Even at night, when everyone was resting and eating, Huo Yichen still didn't slack off in the slightest, with wrinkles between his brows, and he kept signing his name with his hands.
He is staying in the Huo family's company at the moment. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office is a beautiful and psychedelic night scene, but the only person staying here at the moment has no intention of admiring it.
The door was pushed open suddenly, and it was the butler who came.
"You should also take care of your health." The butler brought dinner.
Huo Yichen didn't raise his head, "I know."
Mouth coping, but the action of signing did not stop.
It seemed as if the documents could never be finished. Huo Yichen couldn't read one copy after another, and felt like a robot.
(end of this chapter)