Chapter 394 His likes are all fake

The name Qingchuan made An Nuo recall him in a short time.

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An Nuo glanced at the time, and his brows were also tightened following the confusion in his heart. He didn't understand what Qingchuan was calling himself at this time.

"Is there anything wrong?" she asked.

Anuo's tone was light and ethereal, and it was undeniable that when she heard Qingchuan calling her, she felt a burst of joy unconsciously.

It was only then that he returned to calm, happy only for a moment, and An Nuo also understood that he didn't like Qingchuan anymore.

"Just wanted to ask how you are doing..." Qing Chuan said dryly.

It was the first time he came to find someone on his own initiative, and Qing Chuan didn't want to admit awkwardly that he had paid attention to An Nuo, so what he said was a little vague.

Knowing that he was looking for something important, An Nuo immediately relaxed, and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable for Qingchuan to wake him up at this time.

Listening to the silence on the other end of the phone, Qing Chuan pursed his lips and conceived the topic in his mind, and also found that An Nuo didn't seem as happy as he imagined.

"I wanted to call you after class today, but it's a pity that you seem to be very busy and walk a little too fast." Qingchuan had no choice but to change the subject. "Are you busy all this time?"

"Well, I have something to do." Anuo passed by.

Qing Chuan didn't have a close relationship with her, and An Nuo didn't feel the need to explain his itinerary.

An Nuo frowned, "Call me at this hour, isn't the bar busy?"

"It's okay." Qing Chuan didn't say much.

But from the answer, An Nuo still knew that Qing Chuan was still working on the "part-time job" he saw before.

Just remembering that scene at that time, An Nuo felt a little disgusted.

"...No matter how busy you are at work, you should also pay attention to your body." Qing Chuan cared for her tenderly.

It's a pity... An Nuo glanced at the time, and really felt that Qingchuan's words were not convincing.

"Yeah." An Nuo responded casually, and simply went to get out of bed to find a piece of facial mask.

After being so noisy by Qingchuan, she really lost sleepiness, and the sleep that was forcibly interrupted could not be regained, and An Nuo was forced to wake up.

Qing Chuan listened to her voice, "Are you busy again? Then I won't bother you?"

That's what he said, but Qing Chuan was not willing to hang up the phone call.

The phone call he had to make with great difficulty was cut off after only a few words with An Nuo, which made Qing Chuan somewhat uncomfortable, but what he cared most about was An Nuo's completely different indifference from when he liked him before.

He was already good at observing people's faces, otherwise he wouldn't have used his advantage to work part-time in a bar. Now that he heard something from An Nuo's side, he simply took the initiative to say goodbye.

Putting a long line to catch big fish, he understands this truth very well.

"Okay, see you then." An Nuo directly hung up.

She had no interest in Qingchuan, and her reaction to the phone call was flat, but she didn't know that Qingchuan on the other side was still secretly happy, and felt that the relationship between the two was getting closer.

After hanging up the phone, An Nuo raised his hand to turn off the bedside lamp, then turned on the light in the room, and walked towards the living room, but when he turned to the door and saw Murong Qiao's room, he found that the light was still on.

Haven't slept yet?

An Nuo thought about it, went to wash up first, then pushed open the door of Murong Qiao's room, climbed onto the soft bed by himself, and leaned against Murong Qiao.

"It's still so late?" An Nuo stuck to her.

Murong Qiao tapped on a laptop, "It's okay, but I can't sleep."

After a busy day, it stands to reason that Murong Qiao should have a good night's sleep, but after lying on the bed and saying good night to Huo Yichen, she didn't feel sleepy at all after tossing and turning, so she simply got up from the bed and started typing.

"Did you have a nightmare?" She freed up a hand to touch An Nuo's head.

Anuo closed his eyes slightly, took Murong Qiao's arm, and felt strangely settled down.

Murong Qiao turned off the overhead lamp, leaving only a small warm-colored lamp beside the bed shining, illuminating the small space and creating a warm and peaceful atmosphere.

An Nuo listened to Murong Qiao asking himself gently, thought for a while and then shook his head in denial.

"No." She replied softly, a little afraid of interrupting Murong Qiao's writing thoughts.

She recalled the phone call just now, "It's Qingchuan, call me."

Murong Qiao's fingertips tapped the keyboard, "Qingchuan?"

"The boy who took you to the bar to see." An Nuo added.

Had it not been for this reminder, Murong Qiao would have almost forgotten who the other party was.

She thought for a while before picking out Qing Chuan from the useless memories.

"He called you in the middle of the night?" Murong Qiao didn't understand, "What are you doing so late?"

The last time the two of them went to the bar, they had already seen clearly what kind of person Qing Chuan was.

At that time, Qing Chuan, who was dismissive of An Nuo's liking and even hung out in bars, had already exposed his nature clearly in Murong Qiao's eyes.

As long as you have money, you can do anything, and being supported is the norm. There is no bottom line or lower limit, and you can use all your conditions to make profits.

Murong Qiao slowed down his typing speed, thinking in his heart what kind of thoughts he had in mind when he suddenly paid attention to An Nuo.

Even if he had some last resort, the behavior he displayed was disgusting.

There are many ways to make money, but people always have their own bottom line.

"I guess it's because I'm popular, so I suddenly found that I like me?" An Nuo said half-jokingly.

After saying the words, An Nuo felt a faint ripple in his heart.

Perhaps people will always have regrets and turmoil when they don’t get what they want, and they think about better possibilities.

Qing Chuan's phone call, in the end, dropped a stone in An Nuo's heart, causing countless waves.

Murong Qiao thought that An Nuo was going to be confused again, so he closed his laptop, turned his head and held An Nuo's hand, and planned to analyze it for her with a serious expression.

"If he really liked you, he wouldn't call you in the middle of the night. It wouldn't be after you haven't been to school for months, and then suddenly found out that he likes you."

"If he really liked you, he wouldn't wait until now to call you and tell you, what kind of a good person can he be in the middle of the night?"

"If you really like a girl, you will send her a message at the right time, not in the middle of the night." Murong Qiao pointed out the truth.

She is different from An Nuo, bystanders can always see the situation more carefully and clearly.

In Murong Qiao's eyes, Qing Chuan's thoughts couldn't be more obvious.

"Besides, the fact that he can call at this time means that the part-time job in the bar has not been dismissed, right?" Murong Qiao said again.

Her tone was so determined that An Nuo stopped what she wanted to say.

Especially Murong Qiao added the accent on the word "part-time job".

Both of them actually understood tacitly how Qing Chuan got his income from this "part-time job". Just based on this alone, Qing Chuan couldn't get Murong Qiao's eyes.

Murong Qiao looked at An Nuo and softened his voice. "Do you think you have been leaning towards him before, and he can't feel it?"

"Then why did he ignore you before?" The last question made An Nuo even more speechless.

She was dumb for a moment before recovering her voice, "He's busy."

Dry words did not serve as a rebuttal at all.

"Busy?" Murong Qiao smiled, "Busy flirting with other rich women?"