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

  Chapter 239 Nanxuan finally got drunk

  Murong Qiao originally didn't want to pay attention to Nan Xuan, after all, she felt that the two of them had nothing to talk about.

   But Nanxuan called again and again, as if he had no intention of giving up at all, the sound of the phone vibrating made people feel irritable.

   "Jojo?" Even Yang Xin couldn't help asking her. "Who, don't you want to answer the phone?"

   She could hear the loud vibrations clearly when lying on the bed. Yang Xin counted about five or six times before finally popping up to ask.

  She sighed, "I'm sorry to bother you, I'll pick it up."

   Helpless, Murong Qiao could only stop the hand that was typing, and took the mobile phone to the small balcony at the end of the dormitory.

   "Why?" She connected, her tone impatient.

  When the phone was connected, Murong Qiao frowned and subconsciously felt a little irritated, but after he finished speaking, he waited for a while and didn't hear the other side speak. The only thing he could hear was heavy breathing.

  Murong Qiao pursed her lips, "I don't have time to waste time with you, let alone hang up."

  Her words fell into Nan Xuan's ears, like a switch, opening Nan Xuan's mouth.

   "Hanging up in a hurry...Are you guilty?" he said.

  The frequent rejections in the past two days made Nanxuan feel suffocated, to the point where he drank countless wines, and he didn't even talk around the corner.

  Nan Xuan was still drunk, so his speech was intermittent, and even Murong Qiao could feel his strong smell of alcohol blowing over the phone.

  Murong Qiao didn't understand what he meant, and didn't intend to ask. She didn't need to reason with a drunk.

  But Nanxuan didn't intend to give up, "Sure enough, Nan Zhi didn't lie to me."

  The mention of this name that both of them are familiar with caused the memory to surge up, like an invisible big hand, lifting a corner of the thick memory.

   "You really have no heart at all, Nan Qiao." Fainted, Nan Xuan instinctively called her by her previous name. "The Nan family gave birth to you and raised you for so many years, but you have become a blood-drinking white-eyed wolf."

   Nanxuan seemed to have vented his anger on Murong Qiao, and he didn't have any scruples when he spoke for a while, being straightforward and hurtful.

  Like a sharp knife, with the cold and sharp side, it cuts open the red inside under the flesh and blood.

   "Are you sick?" Murong Qiao cursed.

  After calling so many times, she thought that Nanxuan had something important to tell her, so she waited for a long time for this sentence.

  Her originally smiling expression turned completely cold at the moment, and the corners of her originally curved eyes also flattened, and her pupils glistened with the cold gleam of the night.

  But Nanxuan who was being scolded felt that Murong Qiao had been taken into consideration by what he said, and he just closed his mouth and continued to talk nonsense.

   "Sure enough, I should have thrown you out from the beginning to let you fend for yourself, otherwise the family wouldn't be what it is now." Nanxuan's voice lowered.

  Everything started because of Nan Qiao.

  Nan Xuan subconsciously attributed all the mistakes to Murong Qiao, including the mistakes made by Nan Zhi and the predicament the Nan family is facing now.

  Even at this moment, Nan Xuan still subconsciously leaned towards Nan Zhi, as if he had forgotten that Murong Qiao was once her sister.

  Murong Qiao's temples were throbbing, and he felt that talking to a drunk was challenging his mental capacity, and this was a drunk who had opinions on him.

  She took a deep breath, "Go to the hospital if your brain is sick, and empty your mind by the way."

  Murong Qiao originally spoke in a low voice, because he didn't want to disturb his roommate after all.

  But after hearing Nanxuan's nonsense, the anger in her heart became more intense, and her tone of voice also raised.

  The small balcony is not far from the dormitory, even if there is a layer of door panels for sound insulation, as long as the sound is raised slightly, people can hear it.

  Yang Xin and Leng Yan had already gone to bed at this time, playing on their respective mobile phones without speaking, so they could hear Murong Qiao's voice very clearly.

  The two of them exchanged glances at the same time, and opened WeChat on their phone.

  【This is the first time I have seen Qiao Qiao so angry. ] Yang Xin was a little worried.

   Leng Yan is typing, 【Has been harassed? It doesn't feel like it. 】

  The two of them closed the bed curtain tacitly, and neither of them made a sound, and they tapped their fingers on the phone screen quickly.

  【It sounds like we know each other, and it feels like something big has happened. 】Yang Xin has two purposes.

  Her attention was divided into two, with her ears perked up listening to the movement on the small balcony, while her mind was on the chatting interface between WeChat and Leng Yan.

  Although we can't know the specific content of the two people's conversation, from Murong Qiao's occasionally raised voice, both Yang Xin and Leng Yan feel that something is wrong.

   Leng Yan was also worried about Murong Qiao, 【It sounds like a private matter, so don't ask. 】

  Her bed was a little closer to the small balcony, and she noticed something from the vaguely captured words, but she also put away her curious thoughts.

   Forget about gossip about your roommates.

  The call outside is still going on.

   "I know you think the Nan family treats you badly," Nanxuan said in a distressed tone, as if Murong Qiao had done something heinous, "But you shouldn't attack the company!"

   "At least it's my father's life's hard work... Nan Qiao, you really make me feel strange." While speaking, he took another sip of wine into his mouth.

  Always brilliant thoughts were paralyzed by alcohol at this moment, and he hardly spoke through his brain.

  From the beginning, it was a flat vent of anger, but Nanxuan's speech became faster and faster.

  Murong Qiao calmed himself down, "I just want Nankang's company to collapse."

  She didn't intend to hide her thoughts of revenge, not to mention that Nanxuan was drunk now, and Murong Qiao made it clear.

   "I just want to destroy his most important thing, so that he can also taste the pain." She sneered, "Besides, with his little ability, wouldn't it be a matter of time before the company is divided up?"

  Murong Qiao's intention of revenge against the Nan family was clearly revealed at this moment, and it was placed in front of Nan Xuan with an upright magnanimity.

   "All of this is the result of the Nan family's own fault. Blaming me will only make you more incompetent."

  This sentence is like a stone, smashing the only layer of glass in Nanxuan's heart to pieces, completely breaking the tight string, and there is no possibility of repairing it.

   "Nan Qiao, you really are a bitch," Nan Xuan said angrily, and his words were also dirty. "It was a mistake to have you born in the first place!"

   "If I knew you were like this, I might as well have let Nan Zhi kill you... You are worse than a **** dog, an ungrateful thing—"

Nanxuan seemed to be aroused, and cursed one after another. Murong Qiao was strangely patient, but moved the phone a little away, and even thoughtfully wrote down what he scolded. It is to be returned to him.

  After Nanxuan scolded for a long time, Murong Qiao hung up the call directly.

  Murong Qiao returned to the dormitory. After finishing the phone call, he lost his mind to write s, so he turned off the computer and went to bed.

  Yang Xin and Leng Yan seemed to be asleep in their beds, and there was no movement at all, but Murong Qiao didn't care about these things at the moment, and now he just hoped that he could go to bed early tonight and forget all about this bad luck.

  【Hiss—Jojo's face is so scary. ] Yang Xin typed quickly.

Hearing the sound of Murong Qiao's return just now, Yang Xin looked at her quietly through the gap in the bed curtain. The expressionless Murong Qiao made Yang Xin silence immediately. She didn't dare to breathe, and carefully shrank to the bed while holding the phone. It was only when he was in the bed that he sent a message to Leng Yan.