The superstar's love for a warm wife

93. Chapter 49

Qiao Nuanxin drooped her eyes sadly, and pulled the corners of her stiff mouth, "I'm a little tired, I want to rest first."

"But..." Mu Yuanyuan hesitated to speak.

Mo Yurong grabbed her arm quickly and quickly stopped her words, "Okay, you should rest first."

Mo Yurong walked two steps, then remembered another matter, paused, "By the way, I forgot to tell you, after the party, Mu Zhixi called and came to the dormitory."

Because of the inconvenient movement, Qiao Nuanxin could only move down slowly. Hearing Mo Yurong's words, he stopped immediately and asked, seemingly unintentionally, "Mu Zhixi? Why is he calling?"

Mo Yurong shrugged, spread his hands and said, "He didn't say that."

Qiao Nuan pursed her lips thoughtfully, and after a while, she regained her composure and said lightly, "It's fine, just leave him alone."

The next day was another sunny day with no clouds in the sky.

Qiao Nuanxin opened his eyes dimly, and what happened last night was shown in his mind like a movie.

Mo Yurong was coming out of the bathroom after washing her clothes, when she saw Qiao Nuanxin half propped up and unable to move.

"Xinxin, you're awake."

"Yeah." Qiao Nuanxin responded lightly, looked around the dormitory, saw no one else except Mo Yurong, and asked casually, "Yuanyuan and Erlan?"

"Yuanyuan went out, and Erlan packed her things and went home early in the morning."

Come back home?

Oh, by the way, it's the National Day holiday, and it's normal to go home for a seven-day holiday.

Qiao Nuanxin nodded, "Then why didn't you go home?"

Mo Yurong's eyes flickered slightly, and she replied with an unnatural expression, "I won't go back if I have something to do."

Looking at her like that, you know it's not that simple, Qiao Nuanxin didn't ask too much, everyone has things they don't want to talk about.

It's just that if she didn't hurt her ankle, she really wanted to go to the hospital to see her mother...

Seeing her drooping eyes silently, Mo Yurong stared blankly at the ground, "What are you thinking?"

Qiao Nuan calmed down and said with a smile, "It's nothing."

The ankle seems to be better than yesterday, but it takes another two days of training to completely reduce the swelling.

Seeing that she hadn't moved for a long time, Mo Yurong remembered her ankle, and smiled knowingly, "When I go to dry the clothes, I'll help you rub your feet. Your ankle is swollen like this, I'm afraid It will definitely not be so easy without two or three days."

Qiao Nuan was stunned, "Don't bother, I can rub it myself. Anyway, I hurt my foot, and my hand is fine, so you can go about your own business."

When Mo Yurong heard this, her face became serious, and she pretended to be angry, "Are you so polite with me? You really didn't hurt your foot, but it's not convenient for you to rub it yourself. Besides, I don't have anything to do today. , being idle is also idle."

"But..." Qiao Nuanxin wanted to say something else.

Mo Yurong hurriedly stopped her before she had time to say, "Okay, this matter is settled like this."

...what else can she say?
Seeing that Qiao Nuanxin no longer objected, Mo Yurong walked to the balcony with a twitch of her mouth.

Qiao Nuanxin moved her body, climbed out of bed carefully, and was about to wash up.

The landline in the dormitory rang, and Qiao Nuanxin immediately forgot about her foot injury, put on her shoes as usual, and then stood up, and the intense pain immediately hit her.

"Hiss." Qiao Nuanxin gasped suddenly.

Mo Yurong hastily dropped the clothes in her hand, trotted in, saw Qiao Nuanxin's expression of pain, and ordered in a tough tone once in a while, "Just sit here and don't move, I'll just answer the phone."

Seeing that she could only do a disservice, Qiao Nuan nodded and sat down obediently.

"Hey?"

She didn't know who the person on the other end of the phone was or what they said, but Mo Yurong looked at herself with some doubts after hearing this.

"Okay, I'll let her go now."

After finishing speaking, Mo Yurong hung up the phone, and Qiao Nuanxin asked in confusion, "Yu Rong, who is calling?"

Mo Yurong hesitated before answering, "Principal's office."

Half an hour later, Qiao Nuanxin slowly came to the principal's office with the support of Mo Yurong.

The antique layout is full of strong cultural heritage, which is in line with the taste that a school principal should have.

It's just the red sandalwood table next to the right hand, the vase-shaped porcelain vases on the table, and a pair of calligraphy and paintings that the principal is playing with. All of these are on the market, but even if you have money, you may not be able to buy them. of rarities.

Judging from these seemingly inconspicuous details, the principal must be a fan of money and antiques.

On second thought, how many principals in this world are not greedy for money?But it's all human nature.

Just standing at the door, I saw a few familiar figures standing in the principal's office, Gong Huiran, Yin Yijie, Lan Chuxiao, Ling Yu, and... Mu Zhixi.

Qiao Nuanxin's eyes flickered for a moment, and she and Mo Yurong looked at each other tacitly.

Frowning slightly, the principal suddenly asked so many people what are they going to do?
"Report."

When several people standing in the principal's office heard the sound, they turned to look at the door one after another.

"Come in." The principal's faint voice could not hear any emotion.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Nuanxin and Mo Yurong walked in slowly. Rather than walking, the speed was actually a little better than that of a snail.

The principal's eyes flashed, and he seemed to care casually, "Did you hurt your foot, student Qiao?"

Qiao Nuanxin replied calmly, "Well, I accidentally twisted it at the end of the party last night."

The headmaster tried calmly, "Oh, is that serious?"

Qiao Nuanxin smiled, "It's nothing, the doctor said it will be fine after two days of recuperation."

The understated tone and nonchalant expression made people feel as if nothing really happened.

"That's good." The principal nodded, "The student next to you should go back first if he has nothing to do."

Mo Yurong said worriedly, "But the principal, Xinxin's foot."

Qiao Nuanxin smiled softly and comfortingly, "It's okay, let's go."

"Then I'll wait for you in the corridor outside."

Joe nodded warmly.

After Mo Yurong walked out, Qiao Nuanxin lowered the corners of her mouth, her face remained calm, but her heart was full of doubts. She didn't think that the principal asked them to come here just to care about these trivial matters If it's a trivial matter, what could it be because of it?
Finally, the principal was willing to put down the calligraphy and painting in his hand, raised his head, his face was serious, his sharp eyes swept over their faces one by one, and then he said, "Okay, since everyone is here, then I won't talk nonsense, The students were called in today because a very serious problem occurred in the school, that is, a document was lost in my office."

Lost a document?
Qiao Nuanxin's heart thumped suddenly, a series of tricks?
(End of this chapter)