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  Annuo has a warm temper, but it doesn\'t mean that she is too familiar with herself, especially when she is in the same room with her best friend\'s brother.

   "Actually... I can be here by myself." An Nuo said cautiously.

  Murong Chen is a big man sitting here, and he is also a president. No matter how he looks at handling affairs with a sullen face, An Nuo dare not speak out.

   Murong Chen looked at her distractedly, "Then I\'ll go out."

  He naturally saw that An Nuo wasn\'t quite used to his existence, and planned to take his things and leave, but An Nuo thought that Murong Chen was going to the corridor outside when he saw his footsteps, but he opened his mouth as soon as his brain twitched.

   "No, no, it\'s good that you are here." After saying that, An Nuo himself was taken aback.

  She lowered her head suddenly, trying to hide her annoyance and embarrassment, "I mean, uh, that\'s it!"

  Forget about breaking the can, An Nuo buried his head in the quilt and thought to himself.

  Murong Chen was planning to go back to the hotel. Hearing what An Nuo said, he thought it was because she was afraid, so he changed his mind and decided to stay here and wait for his sister to come.

   Fortunately, the embarrassment that An Nuo thought didn\'t last too long, she felt drowsy not long after, it might be the aftereffect of the drug, anyway, she fell asleep drowsily not long after talking with Murong Chen.

  The two of them were fine at the hospital, but Murong Qiao was so tired after a busy day that his eyelids were fighting.

   By the time she found out what happened to An Nuo, it was already the next day.

  The smell of disinfectant in the hospital was as bad as ever. Murong Qiao only felt that no matter how many times she came here, she still felt the same disgust, but she still found the corresponding ward according to the place An Nuo gave.

   "...Brother? Why are you here?" Murong Qiao was surprised.

   After all, in her impression, it was a bit strange for a man like elder brother Murong Chen to appear in the hospital with so much to do.

  Murong Chen didn\'t go into details, he respected An Nuo and left the opportunity for the other party to explain.

   "The branch recently discussed cooperation here." Murong Chen briefly explained, "You talk to An Nuo."

   It is already the limit to be able to spare time for An Nuo at night. Murong Chen is mainly here to discuss business, not to mention that he didn\'t have much rest time today.

  Murong Qiao watched his elder brother leave in a hurry with doubts in his eyes, and then turned his attention to his best friend An Nuo on the bed.

   "Actually last night..." An Nuo briefly described what happened.

  She wanted to speak as plainly as possible, and she didn\'t want Murong Qiao to worry about herself, but even with a few words, she still let Murong Qiao know what An Nuo had experienced last night.

  The corners of Murong Qiao\'s mouth dropped almost instantly, and because of this, he understood the source of An Nuo\'s two sentences before and after.

   "Sorry, I didn\'t make it in time." Murong Qiao was annoyed.

  She regretted that she was really relieved to let An Nuo go alone, and blamed herself for not realizing that this was a trap set by Qingchuan.

   Sure enough, the verbal warning was still too easy for Qingchuan... Murong Qiao ground his teeth, and secretly sentenced the other party to death.

  Some people should suffer a little before they know what they can do and what they can’t do. They dared to harm An Nuo, and they still do this kind of thing—

   "It\'s okay." An Nuo smiled.

  One night allowed her to adjust her mentality, at least An Nuo would not feel particularly uncomfortable when this matter was brought up again.

  But Murong Qiao hugged her very tightly in the next second, embracing An Nuo with both hands so that An Nuo could feel Murong Qiao\'s distress and remorse.

   "If you didn\'t arrive, you didn\'t arrive. You can\'t shirk or make excuses just because you didn\'t have a big incident. I always hope that you are well. I\'m sorry An Nuo, I didn\'t protect you well."

  This sentence comes from the heart, and it is also Murong Qiao\'s thoughts after learning what happened.

  If it wasn\'t for Murong Chen\'s presence, the consequences of the matter would probably go to another extreme, which Murong Qiao didn\'t want to see.

  An Nuo only felt that his mood, which had been calmed down overnight, was easily provoked again, and was warmed by Murong Qiao\'s words.

  The pimple in her heart was also disappeared by Murong Qiao\'s words.

  The hospital ward is full of warmth, and the embracing figures of An Nuo and Murong Qiao are extremely harmonious no matter how you look at it.

  But Qing Chuan, who had left early before, didn\'t know what was going on. He only thought that he had helped An Nuo a lot, and because of this, he was favored by Boss Li. His walking steps became much lighter these two days.

   But when he returned to school, what he faced were strange eyes from his classmates.

   "You—" Qingchuan tried to start a conversation.

  But what awaits him is the unavoidable reactions of his classmates, even Qingchuan can read the word disgust from everyone\'s eyes, which makes him even more confused.

  He even touched his face, which girls would definitely like, and took a selfie to see his own smile, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, he felt puzzled.

After arriving in the classroom, the classmates looked at him from time to time, and the behavior of whispering was even more inexplicable to Qingchuan. Even the few boys who asked him to play basketball before picked a place farthest from him. It\'s obvious that she doesn\'t want to have more contact with him.

   "Qing Chuan, is what happened on the forum true?" Even the squad leader who liked him the most asked with red eyes.

  Qing Chuan had an ominous premonition in his heart, "Forum?"

  He took out his mobile phone, found the link of the forum and clicked in. When he saw the content of the refined and heated post on the homepage, his mind went blank with a bang.

  All about his "part-time job" and filth were exposed and posted on the forum, and the comments were 99+ every second when they were refreshed.

  The sunny smile on Qing Chuan\'s face suddenly froze a lot, and he stared at the students\' comments on the screen in embarrassment, not knowing whether it was anger or fear, his whole body trembled.

  —Laughing to death, this is the male **** you girls like?

  —I knew that he worked part-time in a bar before, but I didn’t expect it to be this kind of…

  —It’s normal for this appearance to be taken care of, so everyone should pay more attention to his business in the future.

   Similar remarks are by no means a minority, and what some people say can even be even worse.

  —Knowing that you are beautiful, so you consciously act as a good-looking girl next to a rich woman, and directly open the fast track to life, right? In vain, I used to like you so much. I didn’t expect you to be such a cheap person. You can play with so many people behind your back. Open your legs and bite your mouth and hum. You are very familiar, yes, it’s better than hard work, then I wish you Business is booming!

  The popularity of the post has remained high. The more Qing Chuan looked at it, the paler his face became. The image he painstakingly created was wiped out in this post, and it also made everyone see Qing Chuan\'s true face.

  The male **** Qingchuan who used to be like a flower of the high mountain, but behind his back, is like this, the students said it was eye-opening.

  He subconsciously remembered Murong Qiao\'s warning that day, and instinctively told him that Murong Qiao must have done this.

   But he was fascinated by Boss Li\'s money, which almost made Qingchuan forget about it.

But Murong Qiao wouldn\'t let Qing Chuan go, and she didn\'t mean to be merciful, so she directly put all these things in front of Qing Chuan, slapped him hard in the face in front of everyone, and pushed him into the bed. In the dirty mud, he could no longer turn himself over.