Chapter 4: You don't deserve what I don't want

Chapter 4 You don’t deserve what I don’t want

When Nan Qiao was mentioned, the third elder brother Nan Hao frowned and replied: "Nan Qiao doesn't like to eat, so please tell Zhizhi. It's because Zhizhi is recuperating, so he needs to supplement more."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Qiao walked in, glanced at the cake on the table, and quickly looked away.

"Hey, who gave you a slap for doing something good?" Nan Hao asked with glee at seeing the scars on Nan Qiao's face while holding a piece of bread in his mouth.

"It has nothing to do with you." Nan Qiao walked by coldly without staying for a moment.

"Qiao Qiao, come and try Auntie's new cake?" He Qian called Nan Qiao affectionately and asked with a smile.

Nan Qiao ignored it and went upstairs directly.

Nan Hao bit the bread on his mouth hard, depressed in his heart, holding his breath and couldn't get up or down, even when he was beaten, he still pulled like this, who would show the dead girl?

"Auntie, don't worry about her, look at her attitude, she deserves to be beaten."

Nan Kang came home at night, and brought Nan Zhi back by the way. The family was talking and laughing happily in the living room, especially Nan Zhi didn't look like someone who had just broken her leg at all.

Nan Qiao went downstairs to pour water to drink, just happened to see this scene, the smile on his face was ironic, the eldest brother and the third brother were sitting beside He Qian, those who didn't know it thought they were the biological mother and son, the relationship was so good.

The second brother just came downstairs and saw Nan Qiao sitting beside him drinking water, holding a pear for a long time before throwing it to her.

Nan Qiao looked at the pear in his hand, and felt very strange, when did the second brother be so kind, and instead of isolating himself with them, he returned it to himself.

Could it be that he put poison in this pear?

Who knew that this move happened to be seen by the elder brother.

The eldest brother reprimanded bitterly: "You don't even come down for dinner, you only know how to eat snacks."

Seeing second elder brother Nan Jin give Nan Qiao a pear, Nan Zhi wondered, could something have happened while she was not around?

I saw Nan Zhi acting like a baby from the air, putting her hands on her lap and twisting her body, "Second brother Zhizhi also wants to eat a pear, can you help Zhizhi get it?"

Second brother Nan Jin paused, as if he was making a very difficult choice.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Eldest brother Nanxuan saw that he didn't move, frowned and came to take it but found that it was gone.

His gaze was naturally locked on the pear in Nan Qiao's hand.

Nan Zhi pursed her lips imperceptibly, why didn't the second brother give her a pear just now?

But in an instant, she regained the radiant smile on her face, but she couldn't hide her regret, looking at the pear in Nan Qiao's hand, showing longing.

"It's okay, since it's gone, give it to sister, it doesn't matter if Zhizhi can't eat it."

He Qian leaned towards Nan Zhi, hugging her daughter.

"Good boy, mommy will go buy it tomorrow, it doesn't matter if you don't eat tonight."

Nan Zhi smiled far-fetchedly, "I know mom, I don't know what's wrong, I've been craving pears ever since my leg was injured, I didn't intend to **** it from my sister."

"Mom, my leg hurts so much..." Nan Zhi hugged He Qian tightly, and acted like a baby to He Qian while crying.

Brother's eyes fell on the pear in Nan Qiao's hand, and Nan Qiao also looked at him fixedly.

Nan Qiao's eyes were very cold, as cold as ice scum.

The girl's complexion was originally fair, and her complexion was not good, so she was completely pale. There are still red marks left by the slap on the face, which is shocking to see.

Those eyes as black as thick ink just stared at him, to see what decision he would make.

For some reason, Nan Xuan was very uncomfortable being looked at by those eyes, as if he was about to break with himself.

Nanxuan said: "Let's give the pear Nan Qiao to Zhizhi. It's because of you that she broke her leg. Auntie will buy it tomorrow. You just got it one day later. What does it matter?"

Nan Qiao couldn't help clenching her lips tightly, although she had already guessed that the eldest brother would say this.

But for some reason, she still felt pain in her heart, and another severe cut was made on her bruised heart, the pain was so painful that she couldn't breathe.

Nan Qiao didn't answer, everyone looked at her, waiting for Nan Qiao's answer.

The third brother Nan Hao directly put down the snacks in his hand, crawled over from the sofa, snatched the pear from Nan Qiao's hand, but was avoided by Nan Qiao.

Nan Qiao, who stood up, suddenly smiled, and the sudden smile made several people puzzled.

These days, letting her give way to Nan Zhi seems to be killing her, but this time he still laughed.

Nan Qiao gave the pears to Nan Zhi and personally delivered them to Nan Zhi.

Nan Zhi grinned, showing her teeth, and reached out to catch her, "Thank you, sister."

Nan Qiao's fingernails had carved a crescent mark on the pear, and just as she was about to put it in Nan Zhi's hand, Nan Qiao suddenly raised one corner of her lips and said.

"What you can take away is what I don't want. Why do you feel complacent and think it was taken from me?"

Nan Zhi and Nan Qiao were born of the same father, and they resemble each other somewhat, except that she has a baby face, extremely innocent, every frown and smile are pure and flawless.

Nan Qiao really hates to see her laugh, that's how she laughed when she took everything away from herself.

Nan Qiao suddenly hooked his hand, and the pear in his hand fell into the trash can along a parabola.

His eyes are full of coldness.

"It's just that even if I don't want it now, you don't deserve it."

"Nan Qiao!" The whole family didn't expect Nan Qiao to do such a thing, and his father, Nan Kang, even raised his arms.

This time Nan Qiao avoided the slap, and Nan Kang's hand was empty.

This sudden change surprised everyone, and Nan Kang looked at her in disbelief.

"Want to hit me again? Do you think my mother will regret marrying you if she sees you treating me like this?"

Nan Qiao sneered, turned and went back to the room.

Nan Kang stood still for a long time, unable to regain his senses, and was still immersed in what Nan Qiao said just now.

Murong Yan back then was a famous beauty in the city. When we met for the first time, she flickered and smiled, brushing her hair behind her ears with her fingertips, and her movements were so elegant and moving when she held her cheongsam with her other hand and sat down.

It was this look that made Nankang unable to let her go.

Unfortunately, it is the last...

"Husband!" He Qian shook Nankang vigorously, seeing that his appearance just now probably reminded him of that dead woman Murong Yan.

Nankang returned to his senses in astonishment, and felt a little guilty in the face of He Qian's questioning eyes.

Being able to marry the number one beauty, he was able to enjoy a good time in Nankang for a long time.

Nan Hao felt ashamed that he didn't get the pears for Nan Zhi, and complained annoyed: "Nan Qiao, why did he go crazy tonight!"

Nan Zhi lowered her head and brewed a few tears, she said pitifully, "It's okay, I know my sister is upset, it's all Zhizhi's fault, Zhizhi shouldn't have robbed her."

"How can I blame you? If you don't cry, I will go back and scold her. Now she is getting more and more rebellious!" Nankang hurriedly comforted her.

"I know you don't cry, I'll give you my favorite snacks." The third brother Nan Hao hurried back to the room and came out with a bunch of snacks.

"Be good and don't cry. My brother will teach her a lesson for you, and she will definitely make her apologize to you." Big brother Nanxuan touched her head to comfort her heart.

Only the second elder brother Nan Jin was still sitting on the sofa.

Nan Zhi didn't understand why.

Obviously the second brother loved her the most before, but now the second brother turns a blind eye to her tears.