The big guy who passed through quickly took the scumbag script

Qianqian, the rice is in the pot... Nan Cen?!

The bedroom door opened, Zhang's mother turned her head with a smile, unexpectedly, a tall, handsome boy who didn't look like a real person came out!

She widened her eyes in surprise, looked at the door, then at the boy: You, you.

My mind is a little dazed, I don't know what's going on?

Does she remember that the child didn't come yesterday? And when she went to call for someone just now, there was Qianqian's answer in the room, right?

Her mind was in a mess, Zhang's mother had a bad premonition: When did you come, Nan Cen? Where's Qianqian?

The boy closed the door and walked forward with a smile: Qianqian is still resting, I came last night.

He was wearing simple white T casual trousers, with fine black hair, and he was extremely handsome. The clothes on his body looked not cheap, and his family must be rich.

Nan Cen's face was apologetic: I'm bothering you so much, please don't mind my uncles and aunts.

Mother Zhang waved her hands hastily: I don't mind, I don't mind. It's too late for us to welcome you.

Looking at the young man, I only think that the young man is so good-looking, beautiful and sensible, but I don't know how their family is educated?

Zhang Xiaodi was also very happy, pulling Nan Cen to play games.

He still remembers playing a game with Nan Cen last time.

What are you hitting? Nan Cen hasn't eaten yet, let's eat first. Mother Zhang slapped her son away.

Brother Zhang was not angry either, he just smiled and took Nan Cen to wash up.

He leaned against the door, seeing the young man's elegant posture, looked at the living room and whispered, Brother Nan Cen, are you my sister's boyfriend?

Nan Cen paused, then turned to look at him: Guess.

Brother Zhang slapped his thigh with a proud expression on his face: I guess so.

He leaned over and said with a smile: every time I call my sister, I can hear your voice, brother Nancen, do you live so close?

Nan Cen raised his eyebrows, lowered his head, washed the towel and walked out: You will know when you go to Haishi next time.

Brother Zhang was surprised: Why are you going?

Nan Cen went straight to the Xihe Gate, opened the door, and pushed out Zhang Xiaodi who wanted to probe: Stay honest outside.

The door closes.

Nan Cen walked to the bed and wiped the woman's face and hands with a towel.

Don't make trouble.

Bai Nen's hand pushed him, but the woman didn't even open her eyes.

Nan Cen smiled softly, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, tucked in the quilt, turned and went out.

After a while, Zhang's mother finally remembered what was so strange. Nan Cen said that he arrived last night, so where did he sleep this night? Who opened the door for him? How did he come out of Qianqian's room in the morning.

And when she called for someone, she could faintly hear the sound of sobbing.

Mama Zhang...

For a moment, the whole person was stupid.

She looked at Nan Cen, and saw him carrying towels and food, going in and out of her daughter's room, so blatantly, even a fool would know something was wrong.

Zhang's mother went to pull Zhang's father: Old Zhang...

If this is true, isn't the daughter a bully? Ouch, what can I do!

Zhang's father kept his eyes on the TV and slapped her hand away: What are you doing?

Ms. Zhang opened her mouth, but closed it again. Maybe, what if it wasn't what she thought? Why don't she just take a look?

When Xihe finally got up at noon, Zhang's mother stared at her and Nancen.

Sure enough, this observation found clues,