Chapter 393: late night call

Chapter 393 Late Night Phone Call

The three of Nanxuan who learned the truth couldn't accept this fact, and left Nan's house immediately.

After Murong Qiao appreciated Nankang's disheveled face for a while, he didn't stay any longer.

As for Nan Hao who ran out at the beginning, he stopped at the intersection and was dazed.

He just felt that the world was turned upside down. He was so kind to Nan Zhi before, but now he feels uncomfortable thinking about it.

"Nan Hao." Nan Jin's voice came from behind.

The two elder brothers approached from behind, looking at the youngest brother worriedly.

Nan Haohong didn't look up, "I don't want to go back bro."

His voice was low and hoarse, full of resistance to the Nan family.

Nan Kang actually did such a thing, which made Nan Hao feel disgusted even being in the same room with him now.

He is just getting used to his current life these days, and he feels that as long as he graduates and goes to work to help his elder brother, the Nan family will get better one day.

But Murong Qiao's words seemed to have torn a hole in his fantasy, causing the sky above Nan Hao's head to collapse.

The father I have always respected turned out to be the murderer who killed my mother.

"He... how could he treat mother like this." Nan Hao felt extremely uncomfortable.

Killing his mother with his own hands and taking Xiaosan home, how can he live with peace of mind?

Even Nan Hao thought of Nan Zhi, thinking that he was so good to her before, even standing in front of her to defend her against Murong Qiao, now Nan Hao is almost ashamed.

He regarded Nan Zhi as his biological sister, but it turned out to be Xiaosan's daughter, but it was Murong Qiao who accepted the prickly side and was treated in the cold by them for so long.

Nan Xuan patted Nan Hao on the back, "Don't think so much."

"You still have to go to school, move to my house." Nan Jin also spoke out.

Nanhao will not have no place to go. Perhaps the house where Nankang lives can no longer be called home, and it has lost the meaning of home in the hearts of the three of them.

But life goes on.

After unexpectedly going to Nan's house that day, Murong Qiao didn't forget to finish his homework, and then he focused on Huidahe Company, running around every day.

An Nuo was also infected by her, and almost became the second Murong Qiao. Even going to class was time-planned to the extreme, arriving at the classroom ten minutes before class.

Every Monday, there will always be the early eighth class that students hate the most. An Nuo stepped on the class bell and hurried into the classroom, sat down in the first row and was ready to start class.

"Look, look, An Nuo is here!"

"I seem to be asking her for an autograph. I like her very much. I have watched her plays several times."

"Then let's go after class later!"

The excited voices of two female students reached Qingchuan's ears.

Annuo, this name activated his memories and emotions, prompting him to look up, only to find that Anuo was sitting in front of him.

In order to give the teacher a good impression, and because of his good looks, Qing Chuan wanted to get used to choosing the second row and enjoying the eyes of everyone on him, but now there is no An Nuo among the countless eyes.

"Okay, okay, ready for class." The teacher walked in from the door.

The sound of textbooks being opened clattered, but it failed to disturb Qingchuan's thoughts.

He pretended to look up at the blackboard, but out of the corner of his eye, his eyes fell on An Nuo in front of him, and his eyes, which were never attached to others, were rarely entangled by An Nuo.

She doesn't seem to like herself anymore.

Kiyokawa realized this.

Annuo seldom appears at school recently, except for necessary classes, and more often to go to filming and busy with work. The students' more impression of Anuo is in variety shows and in the TV dramas that are released.

It might be better to say that An Nuo no longer likes Qingchuan since he dragged Murong Qiao to the bar, and only devoted himself to his career.

"Today we come to appreciate an actor, and he is also the one who won the best actor twice before. His acting skills and style are very distinctive. Next..."

The teacher is lecturing on it, An Nuo is taking notes carefully, and the students are also quiet.

No one found Qing Chuan's thoughts.

But Qing Chuan didn't like it in his heart, and couldn't accept An Nuo's indifference.

He knew An Nuo liked him before.

Qing Chuan unconsciously turned the pen in his hand, twirling his fingertips nimbly, thinking about An Nuo all his heart.

But at that time, An Nuo was just a little-known starlet in his eyes, and his liking without money, in the eyes of Qing Chuan, who was more accepting of nurturing, was simply whimsical.

How much is it worth to like?

Qing Chuan didn't care at all at the time, and didn't take An Nuo seriously.

But now it is different, An Nuo Dahuo is a very popular star, even more popular than Qingchuan himself.

Qing Chuan had a lot of thoughts in his mind, and at this thought, he even thought of dismissing get out of class.

"Okay, this is the end of our class today." The teacher knocked on the blackboard to end.

Qing Chuan was stunned for a moment, recalled by the actions of the surrounding students getting up and planning to leave, and then wanted to see An Nuo, but found that the other party was the first to rush out.

The figure disappeared at the door in a flash, and disappeared in just a second.

This forced Qing Chuan to give up his original idea of ​​talking to the other party.

"Qingchuan? Are you going to play golf?" A boy asked him out.

Qing Chuan shook his head, "No, I still have a part-time job to do."

If it was normal, he would naturally agree. After all, going to the court to play basketball can attract the attention of a large number of girls and indirectly bring him a lot of "income".

But Qingchuan is not in that mood now, his mind is full of An Nuo.

Even if the class attendance is included, the number of times you can see An Nuo in a month is still very small, which makes the commotion in Qingchuan's heart even more turbulent.

If he had known that An Nuo would become so popular, he should have agreed to fall in love with him.

Qing Chuan felt remorse in his heart, annoyed that he didn't value An Nuo before.

The students are almost gone now, and Qing Chuan also intends to get up and leave, but just when the class committee passed by him, Qing Chuan made a temporary plan.

"Class committee," he called to stop the class committee, "wait for me."

Just because he couldn't talk to An Nuo, doesn't mean he couldn't get in touch with each other.

In short, Qingchuan managed to get An Nuo's mobile phone number from the class committee.

But after the day's class was over, Qing Chuan had to go to the bar, and it was already midnight after he finished his work.

Three o'clock in the morning is the time when most people are in bed and immersed in sweet dreams.

Annuo went to bed early, on the one hand to have enough energy for tomorrow, and on the other hand to maintain his skin condition.

Now that I have become an artist, I naturally have strict requirements on myself. Staying up late is the easiest way to hurt your body, especially if you go to bed late, your face will be swollen the next day.

"beep—"

The phone suddenly rang and vibrated along with the cabinet.

"Hmm..." An Nuo murmured dreamily.

She was awakened by the ringtone, and opened her eyes in a daze to check the time displayed on the bedside clock.

Three o'clock?

"What's the situation?" An Nuo was a little annoyed.

That's what she said, but she still got up from the bed to get her phone.

Annuo doesn't have the habit of turning off his mobile phone on weekdays. After all, it is difficult to determine when his agent will call him, and it will be bad if something serious happens.

But when the phone was picked up and it showed an unknown number, An Nuo didn't know why.

She connected and put it to her ear, "Hello?"

Just waking up, the female voice with a hoarse and lazy voice reached Qingchuan's ears through the mobile phone.

"Hi Annuo, I'm Qingchuan." Qingchuan's voice was joyful.