MTL - Quick Transmigration: The Villain Is Delicate and Soft-Chapter 262

On the Internet, after this Tang Li’s trouble, some gossips also began to make information about Pan Nan.

Then I sorted out the amazing information: Nanxun’s parents are no longer there. She is living in poverty. Where is Tang Li’s rich second generation?

Later, some students from Nanxun University broke the news. She has been working and studying in the school, and she often works outside. She is a resident singer in the Qing Dynasty. It is really for making money, not because of hype!

Nanxun looked at the news that was bursting out on the Internet. From time to time, she added fire. Her strength is too small, but the power of netizens is huge.

She put it out with a little bit of news. Everyone is curious and will only hold on.

In the next two days, the basic information of Nanxun was completely exposed.

The parents died, and the brother became a vegetative person, helping to take care of the company.

"I just watched the news. The Nanshi Group, which is mainly engaged in the development of clothing and jewelry brands, was founded by Nanxun's father. Now the development of the Nanshi Group is good. It is unreasonable that one of her heirs is so poor that she has to work hard to drop out of school. ”

"Suddenly there is a terrible conjecture. When Nanxun’s family was in trouble, she was only sixteen years old. She is a minor, and certainly can’t participate in the management of the company. It may be an agent, but after so many years, Nanxun Now it is like this, I think her stock has long been cheated away..."

"My goodness, not my conspiracy theory, a little girl alone, inherited such a huge legacy, it is indeed embarrassing! Even though it is awkward, beware of it!"

"It is said that the chairman of the Nanshi Group is now called Zhong Jialei. Is this the fault of Nanxun? He holds 42% of the shares in his hand?! The Nanshi Group should change its name to the clock? 40% of the Nansi brothers and sisters inherit The shares have reached his hand! My God!"

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A storm is brewing. When Zhong Jialei learned about the online message, people immediately dealt with it, but the more it was suppressed, the more angry the netizens were, and the more they felt that there was a conspiracy.

This incident was once a social headline.

At this time, the news that the chairman of the Nanshi Group, Zhong Jialei, was taken away by the police was missing. A blurred photo taken in front of the Nanshi Group quickly spread on the Internet.

The gossip netizens quickly analyzed the whole story, and felt that Zhong Jialei was determined to be a murderer!

When Zhong Jialei came over the phone, Nanxun did not pick up. Later, he sent someone to visit the remote sanatorium to find her, but she did not see her.

The police quickly came to the news and said that in front of the evidence, Lei Fang had been unable to interrogate and explained that the murderer wanted to kill their brothers and sisters, and Zhong Jialei did not participate in it, but according to the recording provided by Nanxun, Zhong Jialei The police will continue to investigate if they are suspected of fraud and misappropriation of property.

At this time, Nanzhao mentioned the lawyer Zhou.

The people involved are some famous people in the city, so the police are also more cautious.

The incident between Zhong Jialei and the couple quickly spread, and the Nanshi Group was affected. In just a few days, the stock almost fell.

Nanxie was also very nervous these two days. She had previously retrieved her father’s special helper Baiye, registered a small company, let him pay attention to the situation of the Nanshi Group, and she used the money in her brother’s account to prepare for the low price. Income of the Nanshi Group shares.

There is a lot of money in my brother's account, plus the money she mortgaged the South House. This plan is almost a steady win.

In the middle of the night, Nanxun returned to the sanatorium, and tired enough to sleep almost when he hit the bed.

Because she often stayed here, the dean gave her a bed at the bedside of her brother.

She sang a song in her mouth, slumbering, and suddenly felt a groaning sound in her ear.

Her spirits have been tense for a few days, so I immediately woke up as soon as I heard the sound, and reached out and turned the light on.

She looked at her brother's bed and looked alert, but when she saw the scene on the bed, she was still stunned.

"Hey..." Nanchen squatted slightly on his face, his cheeks were slightly sunken, his eyes were terrible, but his smile on his lips was so warm.

Nancy also thought that she was dreaming, her eyes were not daring, and her voice was hoarse. "Brother..."

Nan Chen saw her look, and her smile was deeper. "I didn't find out... I was not infusion?"

After listening to his words, Nanxun turned his eyes, tears also spewed out at this moment. In the sight of her, she noticed that her brother did not have an infusion, and some of the instruments next to it had already been withdrawn.

This shows that my brother may wake up during the day...

However, in order to prevent others from bothering her, she shut down directly, naturally she did not receive a notice, and she just came back and went straight to the bed, but did not notice that her brother had woken up.

She leaned over to Nanchen, but she did not dare to hold him hard. She smelled the faint disinfection of his body, and her tears could not help but fall down.

"Brother, I am not dreaming..."

Nan Chen squinted her head and lowered her head. The palm of her hand was gently stroked in the back of her head. The voice of hoarseness came out. "My brother is dreaming. He sings to me every day, I heard it..."

Because every day someone gives him a massage, his body muscles remain viable, no need to spend more time and energy to recover, but at this time control his hands and feet still exhausted his strength.

Nanxun noticed his difficulty, sucked the red nose and held him back down.

"Brother, when did you wake up? What did the doctor say?" She was whispered, and she was afraid that if she said too loud, the dream would wake up.

Nanchen looked at her like this and only felt more distressed.

"At noon, when acupuncture."

After he woke up, he had already inquired about the things of the past few years, and he had suffered too much.

Nan licked his lips and knew that he would not shut down...

She was not the first to know that her brother was waking up...

She groaned and said nothing about his coma.

Nanchen looked at her red and swollen eyes, and stretched her hand to pinch her hand, comforting, "Do not worry, my brother is fine."

Nanxun kneels down at the bed and holds his hand on the cheek. "Brother, you are tired, you should rest first, I watch you sleep."

Nan Chen smiled and pulled back his hand. "Hey, you go back to lay down, you can't sleep well."

She climbed back to her bed and condensed him sideways. "So?"

Nan Chen’s eyes were slightly hot, and he sighed softly. “Well, sleep.”

He just slept and his sister grew up.

He heard the nurse describe that his sister was sometimes approachable and sometimes so lonely that no one could approach her.

Now that she is still acting as silly as a child, his heart begins to panic.

"See you tomorrow, my brother." Nan Hao whispered softly.

Nan Chen’s spirit was not good enough, and he quickly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The fatigue of Nanxun seemed to have been erased, and she stared at him like that, and the pillows were soaked in tears.

"Hey~" came a soft cat call at the door.

Nanxun turned back and looked at the past. In the crack of the door, a blue-gray fat cat got in. A circle of amber eyes and her eyes looked at each other and screamed, "Hey~"

"Small nine..." She shouted in a subconscious.

The fat cat stepped on the lazy pace and jumped directly into the bed and got into her arms.

Nanxun’s action paused, or he took it up and got up and went outside.

In the hallway, Lantern held a quiet silver gradient, leaning on the wall and leaning his head slightly.

The perfect jaw line is especially enchanted by the lights.

"How did you come?"

Nanxun frowned.

She has tried to draw a line with him, but he has always appeared in front of her, and even with some qualities she is familiar with.

In her interrogation, Yuan Zhen has already stood before her.

The cat in his arms climbed over his shoulder and was licking his head and selling it.

Nancy just wanted to step back, but the man's arm stretched out and brought her into his chest around her waist.

Xiao Jiu seems to feel squeezing and jumped from the middle of the two, so that she and the Yuan Zhen have been separated from each other.

He was a little cold, obviously a strange smell, but that feeling made her very familiar.

She trembled, her hands against his heart, and wanted to push him away. "Let me go, Yuanxiao."

"So many days, I thought you were mentally prepared." Yuan Zhen's thin lips pressed against her ears, her voice was almost whispering, and she was low and confused. "Zero 99 tells you, that secret."

"Yuan Lan, you are enough! Everything that I have experienced with you is illusory. Can you be realistic?" Nan Yan's brow is not soothing, and his tone is extraordinarily serious.

In the mission world, she has a purpose, no matter what she does, and he does the same.

"I only know that it belongs to our common memory. For me, that is also reality." Yuan Zhen seriously returned.

Nancy felt that he couldn't understand him. He stared at him with his eyes wide open, but he had a cat on his shoulder. She couldn't really get angry or argue with him.

"Let's follow you, but I still hope that you don't bother me." She finished, tightening her lips into the room.

Xiaoji followed her in, but in the next second, it was hugged by a pair of slender hands, and the door was closed.

"Hey." Xiao Jiu turned back innocently.

"It’s a woman who is worried." Yuan Zhen said lowly, but his face was not depressed at all, only a trace of helplessness.

He crouched down and said to the cat, "Xiaojiu, you are here, shouting a few times, for half an hour, she will open the door."

"Oh..." Xiaojiu was pitiful, but Lantern had already got up and left toward the end of the corridor.

Xiao Ji remembers the words of the male master, the voice is more and more pitiful, and within a few minutes, the door is opened.

Nanxun swept away the empty corridor, sinking his face and holding Xiaojiu in.

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