“Qianqian, the rice is in the pot… Nancen?!!”
The bedroom door opened, and Mother Zhang turned around with a smile. Unexpectedly, a tall and handsome boy who looked different from the real person came out!
She widened her eyes in surprise, looked at the door, and then at the boy: "You, you."
My mind is a little confused, I don’t know what’s going on?
She remembered that the child didn't come yesterday, right? And when she went to call for help just now, it was Qianqian who answered from inside the house, right?
Her mind was in a mess, and Mother Zhang had a bad feeling in her heart: "Nan Cen, when did you come? Where's Qian Qian?"
The young man closed the door and walked forward with a smile: "Qianqian is still resting, I came here last night."
He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and casual trousers, with fine black hair, and was extremely handsome. His clothes looked not cheap, so he must be from a wealthy family.
Nan Cen said with an apologetic look on his face: "Sorry for disturbing you, I hope you don't mind, uncle and aunt."
Mother Zhang waved her hands hurriedly: "Don't mind, don't mind. We can't wait to welcome you."
Looking at the boy, I just felt that he was so good-looking, pretty and sensible. I wonder how his family brought him up?
Zhang Xiaodi was also very happy and pulled Nan Cen to play games.
He still remembered the last time he played games with Nan Cen.
"Why are you hitting her? Nan Cen hasn't eaten yet. Eat first." Mother Zhang slapped her son away.
Zhang Xiaodi was not angry. He smiled and took Nan Cen to wash up.
He leaned against the doorway, observing the young man's graceful movements. He glanced at the living room and whispered, "Brother Nan Cen, are you my sister's boyfriend?"
Nan Cen paused and turned to look at him: "Guess."
Zhang Xiaodi slapped his thigh, his face full of pride and said, "I guess so."
He came over and said with a grin, "Every time I call my sister, I can hear your voice, Brother Nan Cen, do you live that close?"
Nan Cen raised his eyebrows, lowered his head, washed the towel, and walked out: "Next time you go to Hai City, you will know."
Zhang Xiaodi was curious: "Where are you going?"
Nan Cen walked straight to Xihe's gate, opened it, and pushed Zhang Xiaodi, who was trying to peek out, out: "Stay outside and behave yourself."
The door is closed.
Nan Cen walked to the bedside and carefully wiped the woman's face and hands with a towel.
"Stop it."
The white and tender hand pushed him away, but the woman didn't even open her eyes.
Nan Cen smiled gently, bent down to kiss her forehead, tucked the quilt, turned and left.
After a while, Zhang's mother finally remembered what was strange. Nan Cen said he had arrived last night, so where did he sleep that night? Who opened the door for him? How did he come out of Qianqian's room that morning?
And when she called for help, she could faintly hear sobbing.
Mother Zhang...
I was completely dumbfounded for a moment.
She looked at Nan Cen and saw him going in and out of her daughter's room with towels and food. He was so blatant that even a fool would know something was wrong.
Mother Zhang went to pull Father Zhang: "Old Zhang..."
If this is true, isn't my daughter bullying others? Oh, what should I do!
Father Zhang, his eyes fixed on the TV, slapped her hand away and asked, "What are you doing?"
Mother Zhang opened her mouth, but then closed it again. What if, just in case, it wasn't what she thought? Or maybe she should just wait and see?
When Xihe finally got up at noon, Mother Zhang stared at her and Nan Cen.
Sure enough, this observation revealed a clue.
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