Chapter 672: dreaming kiss

Chapter 672 The Kiss I Thought I was Dreaming

Murong Chen let out a breath slowly, calming down the rising commotion in his heart.

The good key is finally in hand.

He inserted the key into the lock, and then turned it half a circle to hear a click, and the door in front of him swung open.

This is not the first time he has come to An Nuo's house. Murong Chen, who is fairly familiar with the layout, can easily tell where it is, not to mention that the two live in the same building in the same community, and the room types are very similar.

When An Nuo was brought to the door of the bedroom, Murong Chen hesitantly pushed open the door in front of him.

An Nuo’s house has been visited once or twice, but the bedroom is still the area he visited for the first time.

The bed is a very bright and warm goose yellow, with a soft smell of sunshine. You can feel the fluffy texture when you get close to it. It must be very comfortable to sleep on.

Next to it, you can see a few dolls placed in the corner of the bed, and they are listed on the head of the bed as if they are cherished by others.

Adhering to the principle of no evil, Murong Chen thought about putting An Nuo on the bed, so he hurriedly left, and also went back to tidy up and have a good rest.

It's just that the man put it down, but just as he was about to get up and leave, there was a slight pulling force from his sleeves, forcing him to look back.

The originally drunk person does not know when he woke up.

An Nuo seemed to still be confused about the surrounding environment, but half-opened his eyes and looked at the person beside the bed dimly.

Just one glance, and the person in front of me coincides with the person in the dream.

Alcohol seems to have disturbed the perception of the brain, so that An Nuo didn't immediately distinguish the situation. After she half-opened her eyes and recognized that the person in front of her was Murong Chen, she suddenly asked a question for no reason.

"Am I dreaming?" She looked at Murong Chen blankly, trying to get an answer to her question.

Murong Chen, who knew well that he couldn't reason with a drunkard, nodded casually.

He casually put An Nuo's hand back on his sleeve. "Sleep well, and you'll be fine when you wake up from the dream."

Murong Chen didn't think too much about it, and planned to fool An Nuo so that he could get away quickly.

It's just that this answer fell into An Nuo's heart, but it carried a different meaning.

If everything in front of me is a dream...

She didn't want to wake up.

An Nuo looked at Murong Chen as if he was going to leave, so his brain became hot, and his body reacted first.

She directly grabbed the other person's arm this time, pulled it hard, then stood up abruptly, and kissed the corner of Murong Chen's lips.

If it's a dream, it doesn't matter if you wanton, right?

Anuo had such an idea in his heart.

But that kiss was like a switch, making Murong Chen, who was about to leave, suddenly stiffen and stood where he was, unable to make any response.

When he just turned his back, he was unprepared, and was pulled back by An Nuo's strength for a while, but he never thought that he would face such a situation.

Feeling the light and soft touch of the corners of his lips like feathers, Murong Chen's deep eyes fell in front of him, and he was still lying on him like a sloth, on the girl who didn't like to be separated.

Murong Chen took a deep breath, recalling what An Nuo had muttered just now, he couldn't help wondering whether An Nuo had dreamed of someone he liked in a dream, and then made such an action because he was drunk.

"Like..." An Nuo looked at him. "like you."

Murong Chen can be said to sit still and not change his face. "you're drunk."

"I haven't." Anna retorted a lot louder.

This seems to be a unified statement that everyone refuses to admit after being drunk, even when it comes to An Nuo.

However, An Nuo really didn't feel that she was drunk, but she admitted in her heart that only in her dream would she be so bold and act like this to Murong Chen.

"Then who am I?" Murong Chen asked.

Annuo's answer this time was clear. "Murong Chen."

If it was someone else, An Nuo might have to think about it.

But recalling the dream she had just had and the scene in front of her that only appeared in dreams, she answered without hesitation.

"..." Seeing An Nuo's overly determined look, Murong Chen fell silent for a moment.

It doesn't make much sense with a drunk.

He simply gave up and continued to study further. "Go to sleep."

Murong Chen wanted to bring An Nuo back to the bed so that he could sleep well.

It's just that the other party seems to have an obsession, the hand holding his sleeve has not let go from the beginning to the end, and I don't know where a drunk person can get so much strength, his fingers can't move it.

There was no other way, Murong Chen had no choice but to take off the coat he was wearing and put it on An Nuo, and then he got a chance to escape, turned around and left the room.

It seems that because of the nonsense just now, An Nuo also fell into a light sleep, without the energy of the rowdy just now.

For Murong Chen, the difficult night finally passed.

Just after he returned to his room, he took a shower habitually, but when it was raining, he recalled the sudden kiss just now for no reason.

He couldn't help being dazed, An Nuo's sparkling eyes just now appeared silently in his mind.

It is as bright as a star, with a little bit of rippling broken light, especially when you smile, the way your eyes are slightly curved, makes people look at it again and again, and can't help but feel soft.

Murong Chen couldn't help being in a daze.

When he packed everything up and lay back on the bed, the idea that he thought it would be a sleepless night easily dissipated in his mind after falling asleep as the bed was soft.

He hardly ever dreams, and he rarely had his own dream tonight.

It is a dream with the aroma of green plums.

In the midst of the rising sun and the setting moon, the night passed quietly.

The world has also returned from the quiet tranquility to the bustle of the day. The sun, with a little morning light, gently illuminates the originally dark room through the gaps in the curtains.

The vibrating sound of the mobile phone is subtle to annoying, forcing the person on the bed to take part of his consciousness out of sleep, and then stretch out his hand to find the source of the irritability.

"Hello..." An Nuo said with a slightly hoarse voice.

is the broker's phone number.

"What are you doing?" The manager immediately heard that there was something wrong in An Nuo's voice.

Looking like this, it seems that last night was very indulgent.

According to An Nuo's voice, the manager immediately envisioned several scenarios in his mind.

Fortunately, the other party's subsequent explanation quickly dispelled the manager's worries. "It's nothing, I just went to Joe's house for a meal."

"That's okay." The agent breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he doesn't get into any troublesome things like underground romances.

"It just so happens that this morning's event is cancelled, I'll call you to let you know."

The agent talked about business. "There are two more announcements to go in the afternoon. After lunch at noon, I will ask my assistant to pick you up."

"Got it, got it." An Nuo responded.

Maybe she didn't even react in her own brain. What the agent said, she responded first.

After the phone was hung up, An Nuo's waking part of consciousness began to pull her whole body, trying to make her sit up from the bed.

The headache after a hangover, the moment An Nuo tried to get up, he "pressed" her back again.

Anuo opened his eyes blankly and looked at the ceiling. Those fragmented memories of last night filled his mind instantly like pieces of paper flying in the sky.