Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Night bar.

Zhou Chongguang and Zhao Ziyi sat face-to-face, Zhou Chongguang swallowed the clouds and said quietly in New York.

Zhao Ziyi has been listening very patiently. Finally, he smiled: "This is good."

He really hoped that Zhou Chongguang could start again, even without love, to live a normal life for Xiao Mizuki.

Obviously, there is no hope for Qin Mu.

It is also best if Sogo can let go.

Zhou Chongguang looked at Zhao Ziyi, smiled, and drank the wine in the glass.

After drinking, he poured himself another glass, Zhao Ziyi couldn't help but speak: "Come on, brother."

Zhou Chongguang smiled, did not say anything, just smoked quietly.

Zhao Ziyi's face moved towards him: "Still thinking about Qin Mu?"

It is also rare that Zhou Chongguang made a joke: "Zi Yi, do you want to?"

Zhao Ziyi shook his head and smiled, "I used to think a little bit, but now I don't want to, I dare not think!"

Probably not willing to talk about this subject anymore, he held up the mug: "Come on, drink."

Zhou Chongguang touched the glass with him before he wanted to drink, and the phone rang.

He looked down at the call, and then his eyes darkened.

"Who called, his face is so ugly." Zhao Ziyi spit out a smoke ring and asked softly.

Zhou Chongguang turned the phone to silent, and left it alone. He took a sip of wine and felt a lot worse.

Zhao Ziyi leaned over and took a look, and then understood that Qiqi was calling.

So he sighed softly: "This woman really can't touch it. I used to pay for a meal or something, and I didn't see her having any irrational thoughts. Now that I care a little more, I can't get rid of it."

Holding the mug, Zhou Chongguang smiled quietly: "It's fine for a while."

Zhao Ziyi gave a light cough, "Well, if her face is not ruined, is it possible for you to have that kind of thought."

Zhou Chongguang's eyes paused slightly, "No."

After a while, he said softly: "I don't have that kind of mind now."

Zhao Ziyi smiled and said nothing more.

The mobile phone on the side was lit up all the time, then it went dark, and then it turned on again. It took about three or four times to finish the call.

Zhou Chongguang and Zhao Ziyi drank too much. When he went back to the hotel, he didn't know how to get back.

He took the door card and was about to swipe the door open, and a thin and thin figure stood at the door.

Wearing a hat, he couldn't see his face, but Zhou Chongguang could recognize it instantly.

He did not open the door immediately, but leaned on the door panel and looked at Qiqi: "What are you here for?"

Qiqi still wears a mask on her face, but she can see that the exposed skin is much better. As she said, the operation was successful.

But for Zhou Chongguang, it was just that there was less guilt, and there was really nothing else.

At this moment, facing his indifference, Qiqi seemed a little at a loss, and after a while she whispered: "You haven't answered the phone, I'm a little worried."

She looked at him, finally mustered the courage to step forward, trying to help him.

Zhou Chongguang took a step back, looking at her with a cold look, and his voice was faint and dull: "I think I have expressed it very clearly. There is no possibility between you and me."

Kiki's hand fell in the air, and it took a while before she said with difficulty, "Do you dislike my face?"

She said anxiously: "The doctor said that my face can be rehabilitated, and it can be...the same as before."