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

Essays are probably the most anxious issue for all students.

From material selection to writing, to checking for plagiarism, and a series of questions, every step of the way can make people bald.

In order to keep busy with the dissertation, Murong Qiao has been studying whenever he has time these few days, and has no time to care about the outside world.

Naturally, she didn't know that Nankang made up her mind after they were separated for many days.

The afternoon was originally the time for the employees to take a nap. Staring at the scorching sun, which was so hot that people could barely open their eyes, the security guard standing at the entrance of the CG company wiped his sweat.

He was expecting someone from the next shift to take his place so that he could rest for a while, when he saw a sloppy man walking towards him.

"Hi sir, do you have an appointment—" the security guard frowned and stretched out his hand, intending to stop him.

No one is allowed to enter the company without asking the other party's intentions.

"I'm looking for my daughter! What appointment do you want!" The man replied impatiently.

After finishing speaking, he didn't talk to the security guards, and rushed inside with a dull head.

The security saw a lot of people like this, and he stood directly at the door, his body like an iron wall, looking at the strange man in front of him with a cold face.

"Then who is your daughter? If there is no appointment, I need to make a phone call to confirm." The security guard confirmed the rules.

He explained the process to the man in accordance with the rules and regulations, and at the same time he couldn't help but secretly guess which employee's father was so rude.

"What are you confirming? My daughter is Murong Qiao, and it's only natural for me to come to her company! Stop me and be careful, and I'll let her fire you!"

Nankang, who said this, fiddled with his hair impatiently to let the pig-headed security guard see his face clearly.

He didn't expect that a small security guard could bully him now, and he was going to forcefully break in immediately.

But Nankang strode forward, and was pushed back by the security just as he was about to push hard. Even because his strength was too strong, it reacted on himself and made Nankang sit on the ground.

Nankang's face immediately turned ugly.

He stayed at home these days, squandering the money that Nanxuan left before he left, drinking alcohol and ambition, so that the money that was enough for Nankang to live normally for a period of time disappeared in just a few days.

It's just that Nankang thought that Nanxuan would be more sensible. Even if his son had left and was no longer by his side, Nankang still lived at home confidently, waiting for the money to come to his door.

But day by day, the bills for utility bills were posted on the door, and even several old friends of Nankang who lent him money in order to make a comeback knocked on the door. Joe.

After all, she was the daughter I had raised for more than ten years. Now that she returned to Murong's house to live a good life, she turned around and threw herself away. After Nankang saw the magnificent company in front of her, she felt that Murong Qiao was simply He is a wolf-hearted dog lung.

"I said I wanted to find my daughter. You don't understand people's language, do you? I'm her father! What are you doing to stop me?!" Nankang was very hard-nosed as soon as he opened his mouth.

If he hadn't been able to find Murong Qiao's home, how could Nankang have reduced himself to entanglement with a security guard?

The security guard stood firmly at the door, "Sorry, I need to confirm my identity first."

He spoke tactfully, but he had already shown physically that he did not intend to let Nankang in.

And there is another sentence, the security guard resisted not to say it, but looked at Nankang with a faint disgust in his eyes.

How could such a man who smelled of alcohol, slovenly and even slovenly be Miss Murong Qiao's father?

From his point of view, he looked more like a beggar on the street.

There was a mess of mud.

But Nankang refused to let go, occupying the position at the door and yelling that he wanted to go in, and he was firm in his words and never let go.

The security department wanted him to affect the company's image, so they reported the matter to Jiang Chi.

"Mr. Jiang, there is a man at the door who says he is the boss's father..." the security guard described.

Jiang Chi's steady voice came from the other end of the phone, "Okay, I understand, just let me handle this matter, don't let that person in."

The phone hangs up.

After hearing the name Nankang, Jiang Chi got a little impression after flipping through his memory.

It should be related to Murong Qiao's family affairs, and Jiang Chi can't make a decision on his own to intervene in what to do with Nankang.

It's just a coincidence that Murong Qiao didn't come to the company today.

He immediately dialed Murong Qiao's cell phone number and made the call.

"Beep—beep—" the system bell rang.

The mobile phone was lying in the crack of the sofa and vibrating, trying to attract the attention of Murong Qiao who was all on the computer.

But Murong Qiao didn't even look away, she was still moving the mouse with her right hand, and she groped around her side with her left hand for a long time before she found the phone.

Murong Qiao tilted his head and clamped the phone between his ears and shoulders, "Hello?"

"I'm Jiang Chi, boss." The other person announced his name.

Murong Qiao stared at the computer screen, still digging out the details, and only halfway after hearing Jiang Chi's voice did he answer vaguely.

"What's the matter? If it's not something urgent, send me an email." Murong Qiao frowned and deleted a paragraph of text.

Papers are troublesome. Although she is not a copy-and-paste party, it is inevitable that she will feel distressed about the natural enemy of students, such as duplication checking.

Murong Qiao nestled in the comfortable sofa at home, almost wanting to turn into a salted fish.

If An Nuo were here, he would probably say that Murong Qiao's current complexion is a bit better than that of Bitter Melon.

"...It's an important matter." Jiang Chi was silent for a while before answering.

Knowing that the boss has been annoyed by the paper these two days, but considering that Nankang is making trouble in the company, Jiang Chi tried to keep the story short and explained the matter to Murong Qiao.

"... Nankang is at the entrance of the company?"

When Murong Qiao heard this, his fingertips stopped typing on the keyboard, "Understood, I'll go to the company right away."

After explaining a few words to Jiang Chi, Murong Qiao directly closed the computer and got up to get his coat, put on his windbreaker and put on his shoes with an uneasy face, and hurried out the door.

On the other side, Jiang Chi looked at the hung up phone, hesitated for a while, and then dialed another number he was very familiar with.

The security guard and Nankang below are still in a tense situation at the entrance of the company.

"You can't go up."

The security guard didn't know how many times he repeated this sentence to Nankang.

But Nankang seemed like he didn't want to get in, and he didn't know how to communicate with people at all. After finding that he couldn't beat the security guards, he just stayed at the door like a fool, looking at the posture as if he was waiting for someone to come.

The security guards always keep their duties in mind, and stand at the door without giving Nankang a chance, and staring at him is almost guarded.

"You're a fucking fart, you really think you can stop me... When my daughter comes..." Nankang cursed.

In the three rounds of the conversation, two sentences were mixed up, and Nankang used Murong Qiao's name to pretend to be a tiger in an attempt to scare off the security guards.

But this time before he reached the door, there was a heavy weight on his shoulders, and then Nankang lost his balance and was pulled aside by the force behind him, almost falling down.

Nankang was anxious at the time, "I don't have eyes, there is someone in front of me who can't see—"

He didn't finish cursing, and the rest of the words were swallowed back into his stomach by a pair of calm and indifferent eyes, as if he was a little afraid of the deep emotions in his eyes.

Murong Chen signaled the bodyguard to let go of his hand, then looked at Nankang, the corners of his mouth only curled up a little, looking extraordinarily cold, his unsmiling eyes fell on Nankang, sending chills down his spine.