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Chapter 50 His heart is throbbing right now

Chapter 50 His heart is shrinking and hurting now

Author: Jing Fatty’s Fatty

Chapter 50 His heart is shrinking and hurting now

When Nan Qiao arrived at Nan's door, he received a WeChat call from Cheng Qingyi.

"Cheng Qingyi?"

"Um."

"What's wrong? Could it be that something happened again and you asked me to pick you up?"

Nan Qiao's tone was teasing, but the boy was rarely speechless.

Thinking of the comments on Weibo that were criticizing her, his heart was throbbing with pain.

Nan Qiao seemed to be fine.

The boy didn't reply. Nan Qiao thought she was right, "Isn't it right? Something really happened? Where are you? I'll pick you up."

"I'm fine, I'm at home."

"Then you didn't say anything just now."

The boy didn't answer her complaint, "Are you okay?"

After asking, the boy suddenly felt a little regretful.

Will Nan Qiao think he is nosy?

Nan Qiao was really not that ungrateful, "I'm fine, are you talking about the Internet thing? I'm fine, don't worry."

"Oh, by the way, this matter has nothing to do with you, so you don't need to think too much about it."

She was talking about being photographed in front of the police station.

Afraid that Cheng Qingyi would get into trouble, she still explained to him.

"Well, okay."

Nan Qiao's voice was filled with confusion, "But, if you look at what is said on the Internet and it's so vivid, don't you think those things are true?"

"I don't believe it."

The boy said firmly without any hesitation, "You wouldn't do that."

The woman smiled sweetly and said, "Your tone sounds like you understand me quite well."

"As I said before, I am your fan."

So he understands her, cares about her, and everything he does is reasonable.

"Okay, thank you for your concern, little fan, I'm going to solve the problem now."

"I…"

"Um?"

"It's okay, just hang up."

"Okay, bye~"

After hanging up the phone, the phone returned to the Weibo page.

The boy's eyes narrowed slightly, murderous intent quickly flooding his pupils.

In fact, he just wanted to say that he can also help you. No matter what she does, he will always stand by Nan Qiao.

In the villa, Nan Ru, Nan Lingxue and Yeats were all there.

When Nan Ru saw Nan Qiao coming back, the smile on his face could not be reduced.

"grandfather."

"Hey, why are you willing to come see me, an old man, today?"

"Of course I miss you."

Even though he knew that Nan Qiao was trying to make him happy, Nan Ru still smiled and narrowed his eyes.

"I miss you, an old man like me, but I'm away from home every day. What's the matter? Is your home making your stay uncomfortable?"

Nan Lingxue and Ye Zhi were both sitting on the sofa, and couldn't help but feel a little ugly when they heard this.

This is what I want to do to them!

"No way. I usually have to work, and the hours are irregular. I'm afraid that grandpa won't be able to rest well at home, so I might as well go out and live."

"You work? Do you still have a job now?"

Nan Lingxue didn't have a long memory, so she made a sarcastic comment after hearing Nan Qiao's words.

His tone was full of schadenfreude.

When Song Yingying gave her the bracelet, she specifically told her about it.

Nan Qiao's incident has been very popular on the Internet.

Others say that Nan Qiao will never be able to stand up again, but Nan Lingxue doesn't think so now.

Isn’t Nan Qiao here to make grandpa happy now?

Grandpa loves her so much, so he will definitely agree to help her.

"What's going on, Qiaoqiao, has something happened?"

"It's nothing, Grandpa."

"Don't hide it from me."

"Don't worry, how dare I hide it from you." Nan Qiao said, her voice suddenly changed, "But there is indeed a little thing I want grandpa to help me with."

The old man glared at her and his beard twitched.

"I know, you girl, if you don't go home usually, there must be something going on when you come home. Tell me, what is it?"

"Grandpa, do you know anyone from the Liu family?"
Chapter completed!
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