Zigui continued: "Or, tonight, I'll come back?"

"Okay, let's come back together. Ziheng smiled, and no one agreed without any hesitation.

For Zigui, she was not happy because of this, on the contrary, the pressure in her heart was even greater, the better Ziheng treated her, the heavier the burden in her heart would be.

Think again.

She finally dialed Liao Qinghuan's phone, which meant that she would re-make an appointment for a meeting time and place smoothly.

But unexpectedly, he found that Liao Qinghuan's mood was wrong, and he seemed to have heard Xiaotong's name.

"Brother, let's go to Ms. Liao's house. ”

"Good. ”

Half an hour later, they arrived at Liao Qinghuan's house.

It was Liao Qinghuan himself who opened the door.

Zigui was frightened by the woman in front of her, and in her impression, Liao Qinghuan's appearance has always been beautiful and clean.

At this time, his face was tired, his eyes were full of tears, and his hair was shaggy......

She looked at Zigui's eyes, with a deep longing, longing to be redeemed, which was unbearable after torture.

A moment of surprise flashed.

A smile rose on his lips, and his eyebrows were crooked: "Ms. Liao, Happy New Year, my son is returning to you for New Year's greetings." ”

As he spoke, he handed a large bouquet of flowers to Liao Qinghuan.

"It's really you, me, I feel you come back, I, I hear a knock on the door, and the first thing I feel is you...... It turned out that it was really you ......"

"Hmm!" Zigui still smiled, she didn't dare to show any accidents and differences, for fear that Liao Qinghuan would be even more unhappy.

In Zigui's eyes, Liao Qinghuan is a patient, a terminally ill person.

"Qinghuan, let the son come in. "In the room is Ms. Liao's husband, Mr. Zhang Dongyao.

Zigui ignored the mess of the place and the tiredness in Mr. Zhang's eyes.

"Happy New Year Mr. Zhang. "Zigui is polite and natural.

"Happy New Year. Zhang Dongyao noticed Ziheng beside Zigui, especially when he saw the clothes of the two of them: "This is ......"

Zigui intercepted Zhang Dongyao's words: "My brother, Ziheng." ”

"Oh. Mr. Zhang disagreed: "I saw that you were wearing clothes that I thought were a couple, and I thought you were boyfriend and girlfriend." ”

"Huh. "I know that people are misunderstood like this, but this is the norm.

At the same time, Zigui thought of what Jiang Beichen had asked himself in class, "What is the difference between love and liking".

I thought of the words at that time, myself at that time and him at that time.

The smile on his lips became more and more intense: "Mr. Zhang, this is habitual thinking, I think most people will think like this." Who told you that if you wear the same clothes, you have to be a couple? My brother and I are considered parent-child outfits or brother and sister outfits. ”

"......" Mr. Zhang smiled: "Yes, I, I am bound by the same concept." ”

"So, a different approach. There will be a feeling of another village. ”

"You're right. Zhang Dongyao understood that Zigui's words were meant to be heard by his wife.

After a few words of greeting, Zigui and Liao Qinghuan got along alone.

Zigui didn't take the initiative to ask, let alone speak in a hurry.

With a smile on her face and a soft gaze, she took out her voice recorder and placed it generously on the table beside her.

"As long as you want to say it, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay. ”

"Really? Even if it's just a little useless nagging. ”

Zigui smiled and affirmed: "Yes, I am willing." ”

In an instant, Liao Qinghuan's tears fell, her brows frowned, she was suppressed, she was in control.

It's just that there is nothing that can be done.