The other people at the table, seeing this scene, couldn't help but babble, whether real or fake.

"Mr. Su, are you okay?"

"Mr. Su, what's wrong?"

Cheng Qingliang, who was sitting next to Su Zhinian, hurriedly pulled out a tissue, and then asked, "Mr. Su, are you okay?" ”

While speaking, Cheng Qingliang handed the tissue to Su Zhinian.

Su Zhinian stared at the place he had just looked at in a daze, ignoring everything around him.

"My skin is burning red, so I quickly called the waiter to bring some ointment." Mr. Zhang, who was relatively close to Su Zhinian, turned his head and greeted the waiter standing outside the door.

"Bring a cold towel first." Mr. Sun also echoed and said.

Cheng Qinglian didn't react to Su Zhinian for a long time, got closer, and shouted in a low voice: "Mr. Su? ”

Cheng Qinglian's approach made Su Zhinian smell a faint smell of perfume, his eyebrows moved, and he turned his head at Cheng Qinglian.

"Mr. Su, are you okay with your wrist?" Cheng Qinglian came into contact with Su Zhinian's sight, opened his mouth and asked softly, and then stretched out the tissue that had been handed over for a long time to Su Zhinian.

Su Zhinian was stunned, and his dark eyes slowly fell to his wrist, and he looked at the red on his fair skin, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

When did he get burned? Why didn't he feel any pain?

According to the instructions, the waiter brought a towel soaked in cold water and handed it to Su Zhinian's side with both hands: "Sir." ”

Su Zhinian stared at the burn as if he was thinking about something, and did not react.

The waiter shouted "sir" again, and then raised his head at a loss and looked at Cheng Qinglian.

Cheng Qinglian took the initiative to reach out and take the cold towel, and covered Su Zhinian's wrist: "Mr. Su, let's apply a cold compress first." ”

Before the towel touched Su Zhinian's skin, he pulled his arm away and replied lightly: "No need." ”

He raised his head, looked at the people at the table, then slowly kicked away the chair behind him and stood up: "This meal is on my head, you go on, I have taken a step beforehand." ”

While eating and eating, everyone was chatting happily, why did Mr. Su look like a different person?

The top of the table looked at each other a few times, and then said to Su Zhinian in unison: "Mr. Su." ”

In the sound of "Mr. Su" one after another, Cheng Qinglian stood up, raised his voice slightly, and shouted: "Mr. Su, I will ...... with you"

As if she knew what she was going to say, Su Zhinian bent over and took the mobile phone on the table, and said in a light tone, "You stay at the checkout." ”

Then, without waiting for any more reaction from the people in the box, he picked up the blazer behind his seat and walked out of the box.

When Su Zhinian got out of the elevator, he accidentally hit someone, and the other party said "I'm sorry" to him, and he didn't have any reaction, just walked towards the door of the Beijing World Hotel with a stunned expression.

Su Zhinian stood in front of the brightly lit revolving door of the Beijing World Hotel for a while, then turned around and walked to the convenience store on the side, bought a box of cigarettes from it, and came out.

Leaning on the street lamp, Su Zhinian lit a cigarette, which was the first cigarette he smoked since he was a child, and the first puff made him bend over and cough violently.

At the end of the cough, tears flowed out.