Chapter 673 A day when I lost my mind
It's like dreaming.
An Nuo supported his head and half leaned against the head of the bed, his whole being lost in chaotic thoughts.
After she remembered what kind of stupid things she did last night, she finally couldn't help but grabbed a pillow and buried her head in it in shame.
Whatever is good, give her a brain without the memory of last night.
The heat on his face began to rise suddenly when he realized what he had done.
But that memory seems to have been born, and it keeps scumming like a bud, which leads to Annuo's future work from time to time in his mind.
"Anno."
"Anno."
"Annuo!" The agent called her three times.
Finally at the third time, An Nuo suddenly came back to his senses, looked blankly at the manager standing in front of him, and agreed vaguely.
The agent sighed. "Why does it feel like you've been absent-minded at work all day today?"
"Is there...?" An Nuo touched his cheek guiltily, but luckily it wasn't particularly hot at the moment.
The manager looked at him suspiciously. "Did you really just go to dinner last night?"
According to this performance, it doesn't look as simple as just eating.
"Yes, that's right." An Nuo replied a little stuttering.
She said it with a little bit of righteousness.
After all, I did eat the rice, but I didn’t say anything superfluous, and what I said was the truth.
The agent stared at her for a while because of An Nuo's answer, and finally gave up on continuing to ask, and then stuffed all the itinerary in An Nuo's hands.
"Come back to your senses, there is another commercial to be shot in the afternoon, don't make any mistakes later." The agent told her.
"You are no longer the little star you used to be, and many people are staring at you."
Today's An Nuo is naturally different.
With the steady progress step by step, on the way up, the resources received are getting better and better. At least now when traveling, any actions will fall into the eyes of the paparazzi and those media reporters, and anything can be done if you are not careful. Gossip and rumors.
"Understood." An Nuo responded.
She said that, but occasionally her mind still couldn't control it, and she drifted back to what happened last night.
Fortunately, I didn't meet the other party when I went out at noon today.
Thinking that when he was picked up by his assistant, the door next door was quiet and there was no movement at all, Annuo felt that man and nature were at war.
She made such a presumptuous move last night, will the other party never see her again?
It was just that he was thinking too much, but Murong Chen had already left, and he was not at home at all.
and…
An Nuo recalled that when he got up, the coat on his body was obviously not the same size, and it was most likely to be Murong Chen's coat.
You have to find a time to return the clothes to the other party, otherwise you will keep them in your own hands, and it will always feel like a perverted behavior.
But when he thought that returning the clothes would mean meeting the other party again, An Nuo became shamefully entangled again.
Messy guesses filled her mind, and An Nuo couldn't make up her mind for a moment.
Fortunately, An Nuo's professionalism was online, and following the command of the photographer, there was no problem in the subsequent shooting work.
Compared to An Nuo, Murong Qiao tastes much better when drunk, at least not as noisy as An Nuo.
After dinner last night, Murong Qiao was carried to the house next door by Huo Yichen, where he slept peacefully all night.
When he woke up the next morning, there was no sign of fragmentation, and he was in good condition, not like a drunk person.
When Murong Qiao woke up, there was a post-it note left by Huo Yichen beside the bed.
【If you wake up, there will be breakfast in the kitchen. If you feel unwell, please call me. I will go to the company first. 】
A few simple words can feel the subtle warmth flowing into her heart, just like the other party's usual silent style
Because of having dinner last night, Murong Qiao told Jiang Chi earlier that he might be late at work, so he wasn't too nervous when he woke up at noon.
Murong Qiao sat up from the bed, and wanted to subconsciously go to get the paper drawer from the bedside table, but when his hands were empty, he realized that this was not his home.
She belatedly glanced at the decoration design of the bedroom around her, and was dazzled when she saw the simple style based on black, white and gray.
There is a feeling of being too cold.
This was Murong Qiao's first thought about the whole bedroom, but then when she got up and wanted to go to the kitchen, she couldn't help laughing softly when her eyes fell on the rabbit slippers under her feet.
The pink and white rabbit slippers are fluffy, the one she often wears at home, neatly placed by the bed, waiting for the owner to wear them.
This surprisingly cute color broke the indifferent style of the room, and Murong Qiao couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.
She put on her shoes and walked to the kitchen, where she found the porridge that was being kept warm and some side dishes, early.
Murong Qiao casually took a bun into his mouth, then checked the time on his phone, only to realize that it was twelve noon.
She first sent a message to Huo Yichen, telling him that she had woken up, then remembered the slightly chaotic situation last night, and was a little worried about An Nuo, so she thought about calling him.
It's just that the phone was called but was not connected. It beeped for a long time, and finally hung up automatically after dozens of seconds.
Maybe busy with work?
Murong Qiao frowned, looked at the screen of the mobile phone that had become the call log again, and thought that it seemed that his brother sent An Nuo off last night, so he simply called another person after returning home.
This time, the answer was quick.
"... Qiao Qiao?" Murong Chen's voice came from the other side.
Murong Qiao greeted easily, "Good morning, brother."
Murong Chen didn't care about the jet-lagged greeting from his sister.
"How do you feel when you wake up? Is there any discomfort in your body?"
Murong Chen's concerned greeting came from the phone. "I'll ask Jiang Chi to bring you some food later. If there's anything wrong, I'll just ask him to bring you some medicine."
In terms of alcohol, Murong Chen has experienced much more than Murong Qiao.
The headache after a hangover, including the smell of alcohol after waking up, many troubles and discomforts, he can be called a master of experience at the wine table in the mall.
"I'm fine." Murong Qiao didn't let his brother worry about him.
"You sent An Nuo home last night, so you should be fine?" Murong Qiao asked. "I just called her and couldn't get through."
"…should be fine."
I don’t know if it’s Murong Qiao’s illusion. When An Nuo’s name was mentioned, she seemed to feel a moment of silence and hesitation coming from there, and then she answered slowly.
It's just that Murong Chen didn't know it. The moment he heard An Nuo's name, Murong Chen remembered what happened last night.
In fact, it's not just An Nuo who cares about this matter, Murong Chen will inevitably think about it too.
Murong Chen answered after being distracted for a moment. "I left after sending people home last night."
As for today's situation, he couldn't answer his sister's question, because in the early morning, Murong Chen took the morning plane and returned to the head office.
He never met An Nuo again and learned about the latest situation of the other party.
