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

  Chapter 26 My brother came to pick up the little princess and went home

  Since the president had a younger sister, the assistant has another task, which is to keep an eye on the school's activities.

  In the morning, the president gave an order to keep an eye on the official website of No. 1 Middle School, and call him immediately if there is any news about Nan Qiao.

  But the entry that rushed up after a while made the assistant's scalp tingle, and he hurriedly took the phone to show Murong Chen.

   "President..." Murong Chen was in a meeting when he entered, but he thought that he would immediately tell him anything that the president told him, so he still bit the bullet.

  A group of executives watched the assistant go up with a mobile phone in the conference room.

  Murong Chen didn't like others disturbing him when he was in a meeting, so he frowned, "I have something to say later."

   "The president is about the lady." The assistant said awkwardly.

   Murong Chen picked up the phone and looked at it in an instant. The most striking thing was the red font on that line.

  【Famous classmates with bad deeds are suspected of being adopted and sent to school in luxury cars. 】

  The picture below is still Nan Qiao. Although he was not photographed, as long as there is Nan Qiao, it is enough.

   "The meeting is suspended!"

  Murong Chen's face instantly turned cold and gloomy, and he walked away quickly with his long legs.

   "What's the situation? The company is going bankrupt?"

   "No way, which lady did I hear just now?"

   "What? The CEO has a woman?"

   "The Golden Bachelor is this spring?"

   "You don't even want to do it anymore? You even talk about the president." The man with a little seniority roared, and everyone was instantly silent.

   Murong Chen walked away quickly and headed downstairs. At this time, it was raining, and the car was waiting at the door.

  Getting into the car, Murong Chen pinched the phone, looking at the content on his hand, his brows could kill a fly, especially the comments below.

   "Didn't Jojo come out and say something?"

   "Miss didn't come out to make any clarifications." The assistant answered driving in front.

  The car drove all the way to the school.

  It was raining patteringly outside, and it was getting heavier and heavier. The sky was so dark that it looked like it might not stop until night.

  In the last class, everyone was worried, not knowing how to get back after school.

   "It's raining so hard, I don't know how to get out later."

   "An Nuo, someone from your family should come to give you an umbrella?" A classmate said, poking An Nuo's arm.

   "There should be." An Nuo thought for a while and said.

   "Then can you bring me an umbrella later?"

  An Nuo paused his pen, turned his head to look in Nan Qiao's direction, and replied vaguely: "Let's talk about it."

  Nan Qiao doesn't seem to have an umbrella either. According to what Nan Hao said, Nan Qiao is no longer a child of the Nan family. She doesn't know where she lives, and it's definitely not convenient for her to go back.

  As soon as the school bell rang, everyone piled up at the door and waited for someone to pick them up.

  Students who didn’t have their parents to pick them up could only wait, anxiously watching the heavy rain.

  An Nuo is the eldest daughter of An's Group, and the family arranges a special car to pick her up every day, so of course she won't worry.

   Holding an umbrella, An Nuo looked back at Nan Qiao who was beside her. Girls are inherently good-looking and have a stunning appearance. Even in the dark weather, they have a different beauty.

  The girl's face was cold and expressionless, just looking at the rain outside, as if guessing when the rain would stop.

  High nose bridge, razor-sharp side face, slightly raised eye tails, clean jawline.

   Seeing that An Nuo almost fell in love with her, An Nuo couldn't figure out why such a beauty would not be liked by others.

  Nan Qiao's appearance is almost 90% inherited from her mother. She looks very similar to Murong Yan back then, and she looks a little bit like Nankang.

  On the other hand, Nan Zhi looks very much like Nan Kang, she is her own at first glance. Although they are all good-looking, Nan Qiao is more gentle and gentle. Although her appearance is bright, her temperament is very dignified.

  Anuo took the initiative to step forward, leaning his umbrella to Nan Qiao's side.

   "Let's go together? Where do you live? I'll take you back. If it's not convenient for you to go home now, you might as well go to my house."

  Annuo took the initiative to show his favor, and he took the initiative to say this to others, but he was envious of others.

  The girl sitting behind An Nuo is also Wu Yue, who was looking for An Nuo to grab an umbrella before school, and now her mouth is crooked with anger.

   Obviously she borrowed an umbrella from An Nuo, but An Nuo didn't know what was going on and went to talk to Nan Qiao to show her affection. She must be crazy. Don't you know that Nan Qiao is the public enemy of the whole school?

   "Thank you for your kindness, but no need, I have somewhere to go, and someone should pick me up."

  Just as he was speaking, a black figure appeared in the school. The person was dressed in noble clothes. Although it was raining and it was difficult to see clearly, it was definitely not easy to guess the person based on his noble appearance when he was walking.

  Holding a black umbrella in her slender and elegant hand, the face of the person cannot be seen clearly when the umbrella is pressed down.

   "Wow, that boy is so handsome. Although he didn't see his face, he still feels handsome."

   "It looks young, but most of them are here to pick up someone. I don't know if it's someone's brother."

   "This is too temperamental. Whose brother is it, please ask me if he still lacks a sister-in-law?"

  Many students' eyes were full of love, and it was already very exciting before they could see their faces clearly.

  At this time, the man finally approached the corridor and raised the umbrella.

  With a cold and pale complexion, when he raised his eyes, his pupils became darker and darker. There was a bit of indifference in his expression, and there seemed to be ice **** everywhere he looked.

  But when the black pupils turned, they touched Nan Qiao who was on the side.

  At this moment, Nan Qiao's eyes just came to meet his gaze. In an instant, everyone's indifference scum turned into a puddle of soft water, and a bit of softness flashed across his dark pupils.

   "My brother came to pick up the little princess and went home."

  An Nuo was stunned. She had never seen such a good-looking man when she grew up. In the past, when she saw capable people, they were all fat-headed and big-eared. Even if they were good-looking, they all went to the entertainment industry.

   There are still some young people who are inlaid with gold abroad. When did such a good-looking and temperamental man appear in China?

  This man perfectly fits the domineering president in every girl's mind.

   "Is this your brother?" An Nuo asked blankly.

  Nan Qiao saw the smile on his brother's face gradually blooming, "Yes."

   "Do you mind if I be your sister-in-law?"

  Nan Qiao:? ? ?

  Ah this...

   "Then you have to ask my brother."

  Nan Qiao took a step down and got into her brother's arms, surrounded by the noise of the rain, but her brother's protection of her in his arms didn't affect her at all.

  Brother's arms are so warm, she doesn't feel cold at all.

   "I'm going back first, see you tomorrow." Nan Qiao said softly.

  Murong Chen protected Nan Qiao and turned to leave.

   It wasn't until Murong Chen turned around that everyone realized that there was a person behind Murong Chen who was not dressed as luxuriously as Murong Chen, but he looked extraordinary.

  Is this the assistant?

   It is not easy to keep up with the assistant behind him, and everyone is talking about Murong Chen's identity.