Chapter 363 I Picked up a Little Brother.

"Thanks."

Qin Nuan took the lunch box with a smile, "It's my favorite Kung Pao Chicken!"

As she spoke, she scooped up a piece of diced chicken with a spoon and put it into her mouth.

Walking today has consumed so many calories, eating some meat should not be a fault.

After taking the first sip, Qin Nuan turned her head and said to Song Zhan beside her, "The taste is not bad."

When he turned his head, Song Zhan was putting the rice into his mouth with a spoon. When he took the first bite of rice, he frowned habitually. Although it was only for a moment, Qin Nuan was keenly aware that Song Zhan didn't seem to like it very much. Eat this fast food product.

Qin Nuan's eyes fell on Song Zhan's eyebrows, and she asked, "Aren't you used to this?"

Song Zhan paused slightly with the hand holding the chopsticks, and replied, "No."

After saying this, Song Zhan ate two more mouthfuls of rice, only to find that Qin Nuan hadn't moved.

He turned his head to look at Qin Nuan, and found that she had been staring at him, pinching the lunch box with her fingertips slightly, pressing the corner of the box into a depression.

Song Zhan raised his head, his eyes moved from Qin Nuan's fingers to her face.

Seeing that her complexion was not very good, Song Zhan asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Song Zhan's clean and deep voice pulled Qin Nuan out of his thoughts.

She trembled suddenly, shook her head after recovering, and said, "It's nothing, I just thought of someone."

"Who?" Song Zhan looked into Qin Nuan's eyes and asked.

I don't know if the moonlight tonight is too gentle, or Song Zhan's eyes are too tender at this moment, or because getting along with Song Zhan made Qin Nuan let go of his guard.

She replied in a strange way: "It's me...it should be my younger brother."

Song Zhan raised his eyebrows slightly, and his voice was full of doubts, "Brother?"

Seeing Song Zhan's suspicious eyes, Qin Nuan hurriedly shook her head. She only has one elder brother, Qin Shi, in this world. Where did her younger brother come from?

After thinking about it, she explained: "It's not my own brother, but a little brother I picked up."

It is true to say that she picked it up, she was indeed the one who picked up Mumu at the side of the road.

Hearing the word "pick up", Song Zhan frowned. He stared at Qin Nuan with fixed eyebrows. The emotions in his heart were overwhelming, like a stormy sea. Even if he deliberately suppressed it and maintained the surface calm, he couldn't control his trembling fingertips.

The so-called... picked up... brother... could it be him?

Whether to ask or not is only in one's own mind.

After thinking about it for a moment, Song Zhan made up his mind.

The person you love is the person in front of you, so why hold back the doubts in your heart and secretly doubt and figure it out?

At the beginning, he thought that she would not remember her after thirteen years, so he let go of the past and wanted to get to know her again, using the identity of an adult man.

After all, thirteen years ago, he was more attached to her, just like what Qin Nuan said, was the "brother"'s dependence on and love for her sister. As we grow older, this feeling gradually changes.

So Song Zhan murmured, and asked tentatively, "Did you pick up...Mumu?"

Hearing the word "Mumu", Qin Nuan almost knocked over the lunch box in her hand in surprise, she stood up, looked down at Song Zhan and said incoherently: "Why...you...how do you know this name? Could it be..."

Qin Nuan asked "Could it be" for a long time before she could complete the sentence, "Could it be that you are also here?"

Song Zhan smiled meaningfully, and asked without answering, "Can you tell me, why did you think of you when you saw me eating this...you thought of Mumu?"

After a pause, Song Zhan put down the lunch box in his hand, and then asked, "What kind of person is he?"

Mentioning Mumu, Qin Nuan smiled unconsciously, "He, like the young master of a rich family who was raised by Jin Jiaoyu, for some reason, is living on the street, he is so embarrassed and still remembers his serious illness. Cleanliness, unwilling to sit on the ground, and unwilling to eat other people's leftovers. When I saw him, his legs were standing stiff, and he fainted in my arms from hunger."