It's like a dream.

Anno held his head and half leaned on the head of the bed, and his whole person fell into a chaotic thought.

After she remembered what kind of stupid thing she had done last night, she finally couldn't help but grab a pillow and bury her head in shame.

Whatever it is, give her a brain that doesn't have a memory of last night.

The heat on his face began to rise suddenly when he realized that he had done it.

But that memory seemed to be born, and it kept coming out of the scum like a sprout, which led to the phenomenon of preliminary examination in Anno's future work from time to time in his mind.

"Anno."

"Anno."

"Anno!" The agent called her three times.

Finally, on the third occasion, Anno suddenly came back to his senses, looked at the agent standing in front of him blankly, and agreed in a daze.

The agent sighed. "How do you feel like you've been distracted from work all day today?"

"Is there ......?" Anno touched her cheek weakly, but fortunately it wasn't particularly hot at the moment.

The agent looked at him suspiciously. "You really just went to dinner last night?"

According to this performance, it doesn't seem like just eating.

"Yes, yes." Anno replied with a little stumbling.

Again, she said with a little bit of justification.

After all, the meal itself was indeed eaten, but the superfluous things were not said, and what was said was the truth.

The agent stared at her for a long time because of Anno's answer, and finally gave up continuing to ask, and then stuffed the itinerary in his hand into Anno's hands.

"Come back to your senses, there's still an advertisement to shoot in the afternoon, so don't go wrong later." The agent told her.

"You're not the little star you used to be, and a lot of people are staring at you."

Today's Anno 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 you are traveling, any action will fall into the eyes of the paparazzi and those media reporters, and what scandals and rumors can be made if you are not careful.

"Got it." Anno responded.

said that, but her mind occasionally couldn't be controlled, drifting back to last night's incident.

Fortunately, I didn't meet each other when I went out at noon today.

Thinking that when he was picked up by his assistant at that time, the door next door was quiet and there was no movement at all, Anno was at war in his heart.

She made such a presumptuous move last night, will the other party never see her again?

Or is it just that he was thinking too much, in fact, Murong Chen had already left, and he was not at home at all at this time.

And......

Anno recalled that when she got up, the coat on her body was obviously not the same size, and it was most likely Murong Chen's coat.

You have to find a time to return the clothes to the other party, otherwise you will always feel like a pervert will do it if you keep it in your hands.

But at the thought that returning the clothes meant meeting the other party again, Anno was shamefully entangled.

Speculation filled her mind, and Anno couldn't make up her mind for a moment.

Fortunately, Anno's professionalism is online, and he follows the command of the photographer, and there are no mistakes in the subsequent shooting work.

Compared with Anno, Murong Qiao's wine after getting drunk was much better, at least it wasn't as noisy as Anno.

After eating last night, Murong Qiao was carried by Huo Yichen to the house next to him and slept quietly all night.

When I woke up the next morning, there was no sign of any fragmentation, and I was in good condition, not like a drunken person.

When Murong Qiao woke up, there was still a post-it note left by Huo Yichen at the head of the bed.

[If you wake up, there is breakfast in the kitchen, and if you are not feeling well, call me, I will go to the company first. 】

A few simple words, but you can feel the subtle warmth flowing into her heart, just like the other party's usual silent style

Because of last night's dinner, Murong Qiao had already told Jiang Chi that he might be late to the company, so he wasn't too nervous when he woke up at noon.

Murong Qiao sat up from the bed, and wanted to subconsciously take the paper on the bedside table, but he remembered that this was not in his own home.

She glanced at the decoration design of the bedroom next to her, and saw the simple style based on black, white and gray.

There was a feeling of being too cold.

This was Murong Qiao's first thought of the entire bedroom, but then when she got up and wanted to go to the kitchen, her eyes fell on the rabbit slippers at her feet, and she couldn't help but laugh softly.

The pink and white rabbit slippers are fluffy, the one she often wears at home, and they are neatly placed next to the bed waiting for the owner to wear.

This surprisingly cute color broke the cold style of the room, and Murong Qiao couldn't cry or laugh for a while.

She put on her shoes and walked to the kitchen, where she found porridge and some side dishes that were being kept warm, and had breakfast.

Murong Qiao casually took a bun in his mouth, and then glanced at the time on his phone, only to realize that it was twelve o'clock at noon.

She first sent a message to Huo Yichen, telling him that she had woken up, and then remembered the slightly chaotic situation last night, and was a little worried about Anno, so she thought about calling the other party.

It's just that the phone was called but not connected, and it rang for a long time, and finally hung up automatically after dozens of seconds.

Maybe you're busy at work?

Murong Qiao frowned, looked at the mobile phone screen that had been turned into a call record again, and thought that it seemed that his brother sent Anno last night, and after returning home, he simply changed the person to call him.

This time, it was very fast.

“…… Jojo? Murong Chen's voice came from there.

Murong Qiao said hello easily, "Morning, brother." ”

Murong Chen didn't care about his sister's greetings that could be called jet lag.

"How do you feel when you wake up? Is there anything uncomfortable in your body? ”

Murong Chen's concerned greeting came from the other end of the phone. "I'll ask Jiang Chi to bring you some food later, and if there's anything wrong, just ask him to bring you some medicine."

In terms of wine, Murong Chen has experienced much more than Murong Qiao.

The headache after a hangover, including the smell of alcohol after waking up, many worries and discomforts, he can be called a master of experience at the mall wine table.

"I'm fine." Murong Qiao didn't let his brother worry about him.

"You sent Anno home last night, it shouldn't be fine, right?" Murong Qiao asked. "I just called her and couldn't get through."

“…… It should be fine. ”

I don't know if it's Murong Qiao's illusion, but at the moment of mentioning Anno's name, she seemed to feel a moment of silence and hesitation coming from there, and then a slow half-beat answer.

It's just that Murong Chen didn't know that the moment he heard Anno's name, Murong Chen remembered what happened last night.

In fact, it wasn't just Anno who cared about this matter, Murong Chen would inevitably think about it.

Murong Chen was distracted for a moment and then replied. "I dropped people off at home last night and left."

As for today's situation, he couldn't answer his sister's question, because in the early morning, Murong Chen took the morning plane back to the head office.

I didn't meet Anno again and learned the latest situation of the other party.

(End of chapter)