After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy

  Chapter 111 Brother, are you allergic to milk?

  Without the annoying Luo Wanbai, the banquet ended in a peaceful atmosphere, and Murong Chen brought Nan Qiao back home.

  After the banquet, even Nan Qiao, who was full of energy, was a little tired at the moment. After talking to someone, she returned to her room.

   There was a muffled sound, the sound of the body sinking into the soft bed.

  Nan Qiao allowed herself to be surrounded by overwhelming softness, and stared blankly at the ceiling with empty eyes.

  This day... I'm really tired.

  My mind was filled with this thought, but the phone suddenly vibrated twice.

   Nan Qiao clicked on it, it was a message from Murong Chen.

  【Good night, little princess. 】

  She was slightly dazed, and it was only when she sat up on the bed that she noticed a rose that had been placed on the bedside table not long ago.

   Almost forgot, I haven't delivered milk to my brother yet.

   Murong Chen's good night message successfully reminded Nan Qiao of this matter, and it happened that she also had something to say to her brother.

  Da da da footsteps came from around the corner, butler Uncle Yang noticed it and looked over, just in time to see his young lady walking towards this side with a glass of milk in her hand.

   "Uncle Yang?"

   Nan Qiao was a little surprised when he saw Uncle Yang. He didn't expect that it was so late and he hadn't rested yet.

  Uncle Yang responded respectfully, "I'll send some materials to the young master, do you need anything?"

   "It's nothing, I just came to deliver a glass of milk to my eldest brother, so that I can sleep more peacefully at night."

Although Murong Chen always showed a very relaxed look in front of Nan Qiao, Nan Qiao naturally knew Murong Chen's busyness in his heart. After thinking about it, if he persuaded others, it would not be of much use, and he could only make people Get a good night's sleep.

  Just hearing Nan Qiao's words, Uncle Yang was stunned for a while, with a strange look on his face.

   "Young master, he is allergic to milk."

  Uncle Yang hesitated for a moment before saying this.

   It's not to blame Nan Qiao for not understanding Murong Chen, and it's probably not the first time seeing Nan Qiao like this.

  According to his understanding of the young master, Uncle Yang can imagine what happened in just a moment.

   No wonder when I cleaned the room last time, I found allergy medicine in my cabinet, so it was like this.

  But Uncle Yang knew, but Nan Qiao didn't.

  Brother, is he allergic to milk?

  She was stunned for a while, and the picture of the other party drinking the milk that she sent resurfaced in her mind, and those things that she didn't think were wrong now changed their taste.

   Before Uncle Yang could react, a glass of milk was stuffed into his hand, and Nan Qiao's figure had disappeared.

  Boom boom boom.

  The hasty knock on the door pulled Murong Chen out of his contemplation of processing documents.

  Jojo?

  Murong Chen immediately realized who it was who knocked on the door, and hurriedly got up and walked over to open the door.

  The moment the door opened, a petite figure threw himself into his arms.

  The body that had been blown cold by the air conditioner suddenly warmed up. Murong Chen habitually raised a heart-warming smile, stretched out his hands to hold Nan Qiao in his arms, but suddenly felt the wetness on his chest.

   "...Jojo?"

  He hesitated and called someone.

"Um."

  A muffled voice came from his chest, Nan Qiao's heart was filled with mixed emotions at this time, and his eyes were very hot.

   Noticing that someone was crying, Murong Chen immediately became flustered, hugged Nan Qiao tightly in his arms, and recalled what happened today.

   "Who upset you?"

   "Luo Wanbai? It's that Cheng Juan again, don't cry, I'm calling someone—"

   After thinking for a while, Murong Chen directly picked out a few people that Nan Qiao hated, intending to teach them a lesson to calm down the little princess, but before he finished speaking, he heard Nan Qiao say something.

   "It's my brother."

  ?

  Murong Chen's mind went blank for a rare moment.

  He thought of anyone but himself.

   "Why didn't my brother tell you that you are allergic to milk?"

   After calming down his emotions a little, Nan Qiao finally raised his head from the embrace and looked at Murong Chen.

  She unconsciously sucked the tip of her reddish nose, looked at Murong Chen with teary eyes, and her cheeks were a little crimson. This look made her want to be hugged tightly and never let go.

   "Why do you still drink the milk I gave you?"

  When Nan Qiao asked this sentence, he felt that the self-blame in his heart had reached its peak.

  Allergies, such as allergies, can be admitted to the hospital after taking medicine, but if the number of times is too high and it becomes serious, it will kill people!

   "I don't want to waste Jojo's heart."

  Murong Chen answered the man's question without even thinking about it.

  He spoke in a straightforward tone, unlike his usual shrewd and ruthless appearance in the company, as if Nan Qiao gave him some sweet candy, which was accepted and eaten for granted.

  But when Nan Qiao heard these words, she couldn't control the hot tears, and let them flow wantonly on her cheeks, and she didn't care about the soreness in her eyes, which made her eyes turn red from crying.

   Murong Chen searched through the secrets on how to make girls happy that he found in his mind at that moment, but he couldn't find a solution.

  Seeing Nan Qiao crying like this, Murong Chen seemed to be out of control, and hurriedly wiped the tears with a handkerchief, feeling distressed.

   "It's all my fault, making Jojo unhappy."

  Murong Chen blamed himself, but Nan Qiao's sad emotions covered him even more violently.

  She took a deep breath, as if trying to calm herself down.

   It is precisely because she knows how much her brother likes her that Nan Qiao feels sad and blames herself uncontrollably.

  For his younger sister who appeared out of nowhere, not only did his brother not reject him, but he also gave him all the pampering and preference, which was a treatment Nan Qiao had never enjoyed.

  Here, she enjoyed the love and tenderness that she never had but longed for, which the Nan family did not have.

  Therefore, in Nan Qiao's heart, Murong Chen has already become an indispensable existence, and the person she cares about the most.

  Whether it's a rose that someone gave her every day, a swing she built, or even the act of caring about not letting herself be bullied all the time, Nan Qiao can feel Murong Chen's love for her.

  But only the other party drank the milk to which he was allergic, which made Nan Qiao unable to control himself.

  Tears were falling down, as if there was no sign of ending the flood from the embankment, making the effect of the handkerchief negligible.

   "Don't cry, Jojo."

  Murong Chen sighed, squatted down slightly and maintained his usual attitude with others, with a helpless and soft face that he had never seen before.

  Douci's voice is not soft like him at this moment, but it has the indulgence that belongs to Nan Qiao.

   "If the little princess cries again, I will become a sinner."

  Seeing Nan Qiao's face flushed from crying, Murong Chen's heart was twisted into a ball, and he felt that he was a **** for making his sister so sad.

   "Then you promise that it will not be like this in the future."

  This incident made Nan Qiao realize that his brother's almost bottomless connivance to him is not a good thing.

  If there is such a thing of allowing himself to hurt his brother again, Nan Qiao will never accept it, and he does not want to make this mistake again.

   "Okay, I promise I won't do it again."

   Murong Chen looked solemn, and made a promise to Nan Qiao.

  Even if he didn't feel the allergies were uncomfortable or anything, but seeing Nan Qiao being so sad for himself, Murong Chen would not make Nan Qiao sad in such a way again.