Chapter 155: Third brother's hobbies

Chapter 155 Third Brother's Hobbies

Seeing Murong Qiao and Murong Chuan come back, the housekeeper, Uncle Yang, was also very happy, and quickly asked the kitchen to prepare dinner.

The three Murong Chen brothers and sisters sat at the dinner table, and the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.

"How is Qiao Qiao doing? Are you getting used to school life?" Murong Chen looked at his sister whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and suddenly there were many things to say in his heart.

He still didn’t forget to bring food for people while he was talking, and he piled up people’s rice bowls into a hill.

"Eat more, you'll lose weight." Murong Chen's worried voice fell into Murong Qiao's ears, and the movements of his hands didn't stop for a moment.

Murong Qiao looked at the food in his bowl dumbfounded, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Should she say that she even gained two catties because of the delicious food at school?

Murong Qiao looked at the bowls that were about to fill the pile, and then at the elder brother who didn't feel that he was talking nonsense at all, and could only accept Murong Chen's almost overflowing concern.

"Thank you, big brother." Murong Qiao, who was speechless, said finally, telling himself to focus on cooking.

Murong Chuan looked at Murong Qiao eating sullenly, then looked at Murong Chen who was eager for others and raised his eyebrows, a little surprised at Murong Chen's change.

These brothers grew up to know each other's existence best, so after seeing Murong Chen's attitude towards Murong Qiao with his own eyes, Murong Chuan was also a little puzzled.

He didn't understand why Murong Chen was so nice to Murong Qiao, as if they were real siblings.

After finishing the meal, Murong Chen abnormally didn't deal with the company's affairs, but stayed in the living room chatting with Murong Qiao.

"I met a few new roommates, they are all nice, and the classes at Huida University are also very good." Faced with Murong Chen's concern, Murong Qiao didn't feel bored, and detailed his experience in the university during this period Tell people to listen.

Murong Qiao picked out some innocuous little things and interesting things in life to tell Murong Chen, and at the same time, they fell into the ears of Murong Chuan on the other side.

Murong Chen watched his younger sister speak with concentration and seriousness, and even Murong Qiao listened with gusto when he said that she also met a kitten on campus.

Hearing what Murong Qiao said, Murong Chuan turned his gaze to her, as if he was a little surprised that the other party didn't say those bad things.

Unlike Murong Chen who manages the company every day, Murong Chuan, as a university professor, noticed that he had a younger sister who was also in school and began to pay attention to people's every move when he was in class at Huida. The matter that was smeared by Jiang Weiwei.

Murong Chuan had to admit that even he felt hurtful and vicious when he saw the comments on those forums, let alone Murong Qiao himself.

But when he saw the reassuring smile on Murong Qiao's face now, and the way the other party didn't mention the bad things that happened to him in school, his heart seemed to be poked by something suddenly.

He looked at Murong Qiao, then turned his eyes away to other places, and suddenly realized that it was getting late and it was time to sleep.

"Our teacher, the beard is raised and raised during the lecture." Murong Qiao couldn't help laughing as he spoke, sitting there hugging a cute kitten as a pillow, his hair loosened casually, and his whole body They all look good.

Murong Chen also followed Murong Qiao's words and laughed, sitting on the other side of the sofa, smiling relaxedly, but now he couldn't see the majesty of the CEO.

"It's getting late." Murong Chuan reminded aloud, and put the drinks he just went to get in front of the two of them.

A cup of hot milk, and a cup of strong coffee.

After being reminded by Murong Chuan, the two of them noticed the passing time.

"Well, it seems that Qiao Qiao's story can only be heard here today." Murong Chen heard Murong Chuan's reminder, and pretended to be regretful.

It's not that he didn't pay attention to the time, but just seeing Murong Qiao's happy face when he spoke, he kept silent.

Murong's family has always had a healthy schedule, which became more rigorous after Murong Chuan came back, and even reminded the two of them that the time was five minutes too early.

"Good night, big brother, good night, third brother." Murong Qiao drank the hot milk in one gulp, said good night to the two, and went back to sleep.

Murong Qiao was lying on his bed, his whole body was sunken in a large piece of softness, before he could think about it, he felt his eyelids suddenly became a little heavy, and he fell asleep after a while.

When he woke up the next day, Murong Qiao realized that he had slept until half past ten.

After asking Uncle Yang, the housekeeper, and learning that the elder brother had already gone to work in the company, Murong Qiao didn't see the figure of the third brother Murong Chuan either.

"Third young master?" Uncle Yang pointed to the corridor on the second floor after being asked, "If nothing else happens, he should be staying in his studio right now."

It was only then that Murong Qiao realized that Murong Chuan was not a professor who liked to be a professor of economics and management.

Murong Chuan has a hobby of painting. He once thought that he would develop into a painter in the future, or engage in related work in the painting industry, but later he chose the field of economics.

"This is the dream of the third young master. Although it has become a hobby now, every time he goes home, he will draw a picture at home every day." When Uncle Yang and Murong Qiao said this, they also had some indescribable emotions in their hearts.

After asking about the direction of the studio, Murong Qiao found the location Uncle Yang said all the way, and sure enough, he saw Murong Chuan sitting there.

The door of the studio was ajar, but not closed. Murong Qiao Shi pushed it open a little bit, and saw Murong Chuan sitting quietly on a chair, painting with a paintbrush in his hand.

He wrote very quickly, as if he didn't need to conceive, he outlined the prototype with just a few lines, which shows that his painting skills are not bad.

It's just that the pen tip always dips a few more times on the palette, which caught Murong Qiao's attention.

Her gaze fell on the neatly placed paints next to Murong Chuan, several of which had already bottomed out, and some of them had dried up due to too long a period of time.

Murong Qiao saw this scene, and then looked at the third brother who obviously didn't notice the burst of inspiration, and then silently closed the door and backed out.

She went downstairs to ask someone to go out and buy a set of exactly the same paint, and when she came back, she hung it gently at the door of the third brother's studio.

Murong Chuan didn't realize that Murong Qiao had been here, and he focused all his attention on painting, until he found that one of the paints was out of stock, so he had to stop painting.

He got up and planned to go out to ask someone to buy a copy, but just as he opened the door, he saw a bag of paint falling on the ground.

Murong Chuan was stunned for a moment, then picked it up and found that the paint was the same brand as the one he used.

He looked at the paint carefully delivered to the door, and Murong Chen appeared in his mind, and then he denied that the other party was usually busy with company affairs, how could he have time to notice these?

Then he thought of the housekeeper, Uncle Yang, who had been taking care of them growing up, and his thoughts were extraordinarily delicate. It should be because of the paint he added when he went home.

Murong Chuan accepted the paint with peace of mind after believing that it was sent by the housekeeper, turned around and returned to his studio to start creating.

As for Murong Qiao, after returning to her room, she recalled for no reason what happened when she was in Nan's house.

Once, there was a person like her who sent snacks and medicine and hung them at the door of her room.