YY8848高清私人影院

   "He runs between school and a part-time job every day, and he is under a lot of pressure. Maybe he doesn\'t want to fall in love." An Nuo hung his head.

  She didn\'t seem to realize that she was making excuses for Qing Chuan.

   An Nuo tried to say something more, "And making money is money, maybe he doesn\'t have feelings for those people?"

   are all weak rhetoric.

  Murong Qiao just looked at An Nuo silently, listening to her say those words that were too brainless and could be broken into pieces with just a touch, and waited for An Nuo to finish speaking before opening her mouth.

   "You\'re leaning against a fire, don\'t you feel it?" she asked.

  These words were like pouring a basin of ice water on An Nuo\'s head, making her lively and eager thoughts suddenly sober.

  An Nuo and Murong Qiao cared about their eyes, and then nodded slightly.

"I see."

  All the thoughts that were biased towards Qingchuan in the mind dissipated and returned to nothingness in Murong Qiao\'s gaze.

   "I\'d give up on him, Jo, for no fool," she added.

   Then, as if reporting to a group to keep warm, An Nuo wrapped his hands around Murong Qiao\'s slender waist, tilted his head slightly, and leaned against Murong Qiao\'s body to feel the heat from the other person\'s body.

  She likes the smell of Murong Qiao, and likes the fragrance that is light but has a sense of presence, which makes her feel at ease when she smells it lightly.

   Obviously she didn\'t wear perfume, and An Nuo also used the same shower gel and body lotion as her, but Murong Qiao was always unique, and she was the most important person that An Nuo felt overwhelmed with security every time he thought of it.

She just felt that hugging was not enough, so she changed to a lying position again, resting her head on Murong Qiao\'s lap, looking at Murong Qiao\'s beautiful side face and the tip of her chin with sparkling eyes, she just felt that the other party was so good-looking. Can\'t get enough.

  The feeling of An Nuo moving from time to time reminded Murong Qiao of that kind of kitten with milk.

   "Okay, don\'t think so much, sleep peacefully." Murong Qiao covered An Nuo\'s eyes with his hand.

  The palms were warm and dry, covering the eyes with warmth, making An Nuo close his eyes subconsciously, and actually felt sleepy.

  The person who was sober just now, within a few minutes, had the desire to sleep because of Murong Qiao\'s drowsiness.

   That night, An Nuo had a good dream.

  The matter of Qingchuan did not leave much disturbance in An Nuo\'s heart, especially after Murong Qiao\'s timely persuasion and analysis, it made her firm in her inner thoughts.

  But it caught Murong Qiao\'s attention.

  Bad things are best choked at the first sign, and Murong Qiao understands the importance of this point.

  It must be nothing good for Qingchuan to call suddenly in the middle of the night. Even if it is just a simple chat like An Nuo said, it is not sure what Qingchuan has in mind.

  The most important thing is that Murong Qiao wants to prevent An Nuo from being stupid.

   In the next few days, life continued as usual, but Qingchuan couldn\'t sit still.

  During an important class, Qing Chuan looked at his phone so frequently that people couldn\'t help but wonder if there was something special about it.

  Sitting next to Qing Chuan, the classmates who had a good relationship with him couldn\'t help gossiping about him.

   "What\'s your situation? Have a new love?" the classmate asked.

  Qing Chuan pursed his lips and stared at the phone for a long while, and after confirming that no news about An Nuo had been sent, he reluctantly answered the students\' questions.

   "No." Qingchuan was a little annoyed.

   It has been five days since he last called An Nuo, but An Nuo didn\'t move at all.

  His charm has failed? How can it be.

  Qing Chuan subconsciously denied that his appearance had always been like a fish in water among women, and it was absolutely impossible for him to fail.

  Then why didn\'t An Nuo contact him?

   Kiyokawa didn\'t understand.

  The classmate pouted, "Come on, I\'ll believe you when you say you have a girlfriend."

  The teacher on the stage looked at Qingchuan so many times that everyone could see it, but Qingchuan was still busy looking at his mobile phone without knowing it.

   "..." Qingchuan didn\'t reply.

  He is full of An Nuo in his heart, he thinks that he has already called An Nuo on his own initiative, and after giving An Nuo a taste of some sweetness, An Nuo will take the initiative to contact him.

  It\'s like a fish biting the bait, and it should be caught by itself.

  But now, An Nuo acted as if he had swam to the hook, touched or sniffed the bait, which gave Qingchuan the illusion that the fish was hooked, and then turned and slipped away mercilessly.

  Annuo seemed to have forgotten him and left him in the air.

   Even in class the day before yesterday, An Nuo still sat in the first row, and Qing Chuan deliberately chose a seat next to her to sit down, but even so, the two of them didn\'t even make eye contact.

   All of this is quite different from what Qingchuan expected.

  Since An Nuo rushed forward without enthusiasm, the direction of the incident began to escape Qingchuan\'s self-righteous control.

   "Okay, this is the end of our class." Finally, the teacher ended the lecture.

  Qing Chuan didn\'t have time to think about it. After this class, he would go to the coffee shop on the other side to work part-time.

  Following the hustle and bustle of the crowd, Qingchuan walked out with a cold face, and his mood did not improve all the way to the coffee shop.

  He just doesn\'t understand, where is the problem?

   Could it be possible to contact An Nuo again? But in that case, Qingchuan felt that he was losing value, but if he didn\'t contact him or remind him, Qingchuan would have no bottom for An Nuo.

   He also rarely experienced the feeling of being left out in the cold.

  The crisp and rhythmic sound of high heels came from the door and jumped into Qingchuan\'s ears.

"welcome…"

  Qing Chuan didn’t show any thoughts on his face, and stood at the door wearing a beautiful and slim uniform to welcome the guests in, but he was stunned when he met a pair of careless and scrutinizing eyes.

   "Hello, what would you like to order?" Qing Chuan put on his signature smile.

  The person who met his gaze was Murong Qiao who came here specially to find someone.

  Murong Qiao picked a seat by the window, but didn\'t order. "I\'m here to talk to you."

   With him?

   "I don\'t seem to know you?" Qing Chuan tried his best to look at Murong Qiao with a less offensive gaze.

  He doesn\'t remember ever being this...beautiful and flamboyant, and looks like a rich guest.

  Qing Chuan didn\'t think of An Nuo, and didn\'t know that the person in front of him was Murong Qiao who had the best relationship with An Nuo. After all, he only knew that there was this person, but he didn\'t know what Murong Qiao looked like.

  Murong Qiao said bluntly, "I came here for An Nuo, my name is Murong Qiao."

   "Annuo?" Qingchuan pulled himself together.

  He first talked to the store manager, and then sat opposite Murong Qiao.

   Sure enough, An Nuo was still too embarrassed to take the initiative to tell himself, so he called Murong Qiao over, and hope appeared in Qing Chuan\'s heart again.

  But Murong Qiao only took out a document bag, and smashed it hard in front of him.

  Qing Chuan didn\'t know why, so he reached out to open the file bag, and when he saw the contents inside, his face suddenly changed.

  Here, it\'s all about his family background.

  From childhood to adulthood, almost everything was written on it, even a lot about his "part-time job".

   "Are you investigating me?" Qing Chuan even lost his voice.

  Anyone who is exposed to scandal like this can\'t be said to have a good face, and Qingchuan only discovered that Murong Qiao was a bad visitor.

   Murong Qiao sneered, "Don\'t contact An Nuo again, or I\'ll be rude."

   "You—" Qing Chuan glared.

   But he wanted to say it, but fear grew in his heart, for fear that Murong Qiao would show something again.