CHAPTER 679: CHAPTER 645: AO CHEN VS HUO QI 11

After Ao Chen stood up and left, the sound of the door closing rang out, and Huo Qi on the bed opened his eyes.

It was true that he wasn’t good with alcohol, but he wasn’t foolish enough to let himself get drunk in public without regard for the place.

The smell of alcohol was more on his clothes than in his stomach.

He had seen all of Ao Chen’s actions just now, and thought about the words Ao Chen said when he left, the corners of his lips curling up slightly.

He was somewhat looking forward to seeing what Ao Chen would do in the end.

Although Huo Qi had originally held no hope for Ao Chen, now he actually wanted to know what would happen next. He looked at the bathrobe he had changed into, thought about Ao Chen’s expression in the bathroom just now, and couldn’t help but smile.

For Ao Chen, the greatest torment would be this, considering how stormy their past relationship had been.

He got up and went to the kitchen, saw the neatly arranged kitchenware, chuckled, and went back to sleep. Ao Chen probably never imagined that he would take care of someone one day, which was indeed rare.

Ao Chen had been repenting just now, and Huo Qi felt it very clearly.

At that moment, the phone started vibrating. He went to the living room to look for his phone, and after a long search, found it in a crevice of the couch.

The incoming call was from a friend with whom he had dined that evening; there were also a few missed calls. He raised an eyebrow, clearly remembering that he usually didn’t set his phone to vibrate. Hence, there was only one possibility: it was Ao Chen who had set it, and furthermore, seemed quite reluctant to let him answer calls from his friends.

His thin lips turned up in a cold smile, disdainful of Ao Chen’s pettiness.

When did Ao Chen, the great musician, become so petty, to be eaten up with jealousy like this?

He answered the call.

The friend on the other end said with concern, "Huo, have you arrived at the hotel? Are you all right? We’re all worried about you, your phone has been unreachable."

Huo Qi explained with a laugh, and his friend finally relaxed, smiling, "I’m glad you’ve arrived safely. We’re flying to California tomorrow, so we’re saying goodbye to you in advance. Don’t worry, if you ever need anything for cooperation, you can still count on us."

Huo Qi chatted with his friend for a while, then hung up.

Ao Chen’s coat was still on the sofa. After thinking about it, Huo Qi laughed. Had Ao Chen left wearing his dirty shirt? Or was it washed?

He had forgotten to check.

Anyway, it didn’t matter. Ao Chen would probably take care of it himself.

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Ao Chen returned to his own hotel late at night. After leaving Huo Qi’s hotel, he didn’t go straight back to his own, but walked around the pool below the hotel again and again, contemplating why he had so little insight in the past and lost such a good man as Huo Qi.

Moreover, his mood was very heavy.

His feelings for Huo Qi seemed to be stronger than he had imagined, otherwise why would he be so petty?

Upon seeing Huo Qi’s friend’s call, he had directly set the phone to silent and then hid it in the crevice of the sofa. He hadn’t thought much about his intentions at the time, but now he realized how petty his heart was.

Would Huo Qi think he was crazy when he found his phone the next day?

No, Huo Qi had been drunk and had no impression of him being there.

Until late in the night, not knowing how many cigarettes he had smoked, he felt a bit cold, and it dawned on him that his coat was still in Huo Qi’s room. His complexion soured, hoping Huo Qi wouldn’t guess that the coat was his, otherwise, how would he react if he felt even more repelled by him?

Why he had to tread so carefully around Huo Qi was something he couldn’t quite explain; he just always felt it was best not to anger Huo Qi.

When he returned to his room, he couldn’t sleep and remained awake all night.

He was continuously anxious, worried that Huo Qi would discover a coat that wasn’t his in the room.

And from what he knew of his interactions with Huo Qi, it wouldn’t be difficult for Huo Qi to realize the coat belonged to him, Ao Chen. What he hoped most was for the cleaning staff to take the coat away and dispose of it, erasing the evidence.

But this wish was entirely unfulfilled.

Because on the sleepless second morning, before eight o’clock, room service came knocking on the door, and he saw them deliver a coat that was unmistakably the one he had left at Huo Qi’s.

All his overnight worries had come true; he didn’t know whether he should call Huo Qi.

After thinking for a long time, staring at the coat on the sofa and then looking again, he hated himself for being so careless as to leave his coat at Huo Qi’s place.

When he decided to make the call, he didn’t expect Huo Qi to answer.

Unexpectedly, Huo Qi actually picked up, and he, on the other hand, didn’t know what to say or how to start the conversation.