I raised 100 villain brothers

Chapter 291
Seeing him, Nan Luo sniffed and held back tears, but the tears stopped for a moment, and overflowed from her reddened eyes the next second. When she sobbed, her slender shoulders trembled.

Tears wet her fair face, and her eyelashes were also wet. She sobbed, and her wet eyes were like drowning fish.

There was no sobbing, only sourness, confusion and helplessness.

"." Chu Luochuan was stunned.

Seeing her crying like this, he felt her sadness and anxiety.At the same time, he was at a loss as to what to do, and there was a breathless depression in his heart, and a mess of threads blocked his chest.

"Do you have something to do?" Seeing him standing at the door without speaking or leaving, the little girl became impatient and broke down in tears.

She held on to the door weakly with one small hand, and curled up her other fingertips, pressing against her own heart that seemed to be stabbed by a knife.

She seriously suspected that the pill the system gave her was tormenting her. If the medicine lasted long enough, she would probably faint from heartache when the bad news came from the Nan family's old house.

Think about it here.

Immediately, the body felt shaky.

"."

When her legs were limp, the young man outside the door stretched out his hand and quickly supported her body.

He put the vermilion lacquer tray in his other hand on the ground, and the steamed yam porridge was still steaming.

Nanluo was brought back into the room by him, she still couldn't help sobbing, and sat obediently on the sofa chair.

Tears flowed down her cheeks, passed through her chin, and wet her own skirt, and the wetness was all in one piece.

Chu Luochuan couldn't stand it anymore, leaned over, cupped her small face with his palms, met her ignorant and misty gaze, lowered his eyelashes slightly, and staggered his gaze from her.

The pulp of his fingers gently stroked the tear stains on her face, and wiped away her tears. While he was wiping, she continued to flow.

His palms were almost wet too.

"Where's your silk?" He asked.

"It's on the dressing table." The little girl stopped crying for half a second, shivered, and her whole body trembled.

It looks like crying stupid, especially pitiful.

The young man turned around to get the silk, and when he came back, he carefully wiped away her tears and snot. Looking at her crying face, he comforted her in a flustered way, "My condolences!"

"."

"I'm afraid your parents don't want to see you so sad. My father will send someone to contact your grandparents tomorrow. At that time, someone will send you to them safely."

"Woo" she choked out.

". No matter how bad it is, you still have me."

The young man's thick black eyelashes drooped, his voice faded away, his cheeks flushed a thin layer of red, he sighed while being ashamed to say these words, a little depressed, hating himself for not being able to coax her well.

I also hate that he can't protect her happiness.

Nanluo's tears are probably almost dry.

Even though her heart still felt as if it was being filed back and forth with a sharp file, her eyes began to itch, and the wet eyelashes got stuck in her eyes, which made her unable to resist rubbing them.

When Chu Luochuan brought back the yam porridge, he saw that her eyes were red and swollen. He gently put the porridge on the small table beside her, walked up to her, bent down, and looked at her carefully.

Finally grabbed her two hands that kept rubbing her eyes.

"Itchy?"

She said 'um', and his fingertips landed around her eyes, gently pressing her lower eyelids, making her look at the ceiling.

After a while, the eyelashes stuck in the eyes came out.

Her eyes felt better.

But the whole person was still stunned, his body sank into the sofa chair, his face was pale, and his mind was lax.

"Open your mouth." The boy's soft voice came.

"?"

When Nanluo blinked her red eyes and looked at him, he was already carrying porridge and sat down in front of her. She was depressed and unwilling to cooperate with him, so she lay down on the sofa chair and pretended to be dead.

Her pink lips were tightly pressed together, without any appetite.

Seeing the decadent look on her little face, Chu Luochuan pinched her soft cheeks with his fingertips, forced her lips to open, and was fed a sip of porridge by him.

The fragrance enters the mouth, but it is a little hot.

She swallowed it whole, frowned unconsciously, and her eyes were filled with water again.

"You don't need to feed me."

He was humming, his voice was still crying.

Disliked by her, Chu Luochuan's hands froze and thought about putting the porridge aside, but now she is doubting her life, having lost the family who loved her the most, and her heart is anxious.

Think of these.

There was a little more patience and gentleness between his fierce and arrogant eyebrows in the past. The porcelain spoon in his hand scooped up a mouthful of porridge, he put it on his lips and blew it, then handed it to her lips again.

Just like a hard-working little wife who works hard to take care of her seriously ill husband, he softened her heart by showing weakness and flattery in a way of begging 'you have two bites, forgive me for being reckless'.

The little girl looked at him with a bit of surprise. The anger and resentment that she felt that "the world is sorry for me" have dissipated, and she is embarrassed to ignore other people's concerns.

She took the initiative to open her lips to accept his feeding.

After half a bowl of porridge went into her stomach, she was tired from crying from morning to evening, and the thoughts in her mind were emptied.

With her reddish eyes half closed, she leaned lazily on the sofa chair, dazed in a daze, and sleepiness gradually hit her.

The young man who was watching her from the side can finally breathe a sigh of relief. He has grown up so much in his life, and he has never served anyone before.

I thought it was troublesome and hard work.

But seeing her go from crying to sleepy, her slender body leaning there quietly, a sense of mission welled up in his heart inexplicably, just like marrying a chicken and following the chicken, marrying a dog and following the dog.

As if he had become a little woman, he had given his heart to someone else, and he wanted to worry about all her feelings.

He was satisfied with taking good care of her.

The night outside the window is getting darker, and the cool wind blows in.

The boy suddenly woke up from his trance, feeling that his thoughts were ridiculous, and almost raised his hand to slap himself.

What the hell is he thinking? !

He stood up, and looked at Nan Luo with his black and white narrow eyes.

She is asleep now, her butterfly-like eyelashes are quietly drooping, and the tip of her nose, which was red from crying before, is still a little red, because the posture of leaning on the sofa chair makes her chin slightly raised, her thin neck resting on the soft back of the chair, so she He was sleeping coquettishly with his head up, his lips slightly parted.

The breath is clear and shallow, and from the sound of breathing, one can feel her exhaustion and tiredness, as well as the rare ease of forgetting the pain.

Chu Luochuan walked up to her, reached out to hug her, carefully put her on the bed, pulled the quilt back, and turned off the light.

Two days later.

The letter sent by the Chu family to the Nan family's old house, it is estimated that just two days after arriving in Yongcheng, the Chu family first received a letter from the housekeeper of the Nan family. What was written in the letter made Chu Shihong sigh.

After a while, he made a decision.

Nan Luo didn't like to leave her room these days, so during dinner, Chu Shihong mentioned what was written in the letter to his wife and son.

When both of them fell into silence, he said again: "Our Chu family is not short of money, and one more daughter is more than enough."

(End of this chapter)