Chapter 522 A Night of Burning Passion (2)

When other people at the table saw this scene, they couldn't help but talk, and they were either really or pretending to be concerned.

"Mr. Su, are you okay?"

"Mr. Su, what's going on?"

Cheng Qingcong, who was sitting next to Su Zhinian, quickly took out a tissue and asked, "Mr. Su, are you okay?"

While talking, Cheng Qingcong handed the tissue to Su Zhinian.

Su Zhinian stared blankly at the place he just looked at, ignoring everything around him.

"Your skin is red. Hurry up and ask the waiter to get some ointment." Mr. Zhang, who was relatively close to Su Zhinian, turned around and called the waiter standing outside the door.

"Bring a cold water towel first." Mr. Sun also echoed.

Seeing that Su Zhinian didn't respond for a long time, Cheng Qingcong moved closer and shouted in a low voice: "Mr. Su?"

As Cheng Qingcong approached, Su Zhinian smelled a faint scent of perfume. His eyebrows moved and he turned his head towards Cheng Qingcong.

"Mr. Su, is your wrist okay?" Cheng Qingcong caught Su Zhinian's gaze and asked softly, then stretched out the tissue that had been handed to Su Zhinian for a long time.

Su Zhinian was stunned for a moment, and then his dark eyes slowly fell to his wrist. He looked at the red on the fair skin, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

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

The waiter followed the instructions and brought a towel soaked in cold water, and handed it to Su Zhinian with both hands: "Sir."

Su Zhinian seemed to be thinking about something, staring at the burnt area without any reaction.

The waiter called "Sir" again, then raised his head at a loss and looked at Cheng Qingcong.

Cheng Qingcong took the initiative to take the cold towel and put it on Su Zhinian's wrist: "Mr. Su, please apply a cold compress first."

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

He raised his head and looked around at the people on the table, then slowly kicked away the chair behind him and stood up: "This meal is on me. You continue, I have to take a step forward."

While we were eating, everyone was chatting happily. Why did Mr. Su suddenly seem to be a different person?

Everyone at the table looked at each other for a few times, and then they all said to Su Zhinian in unison: "Mr. Su."

Amidst the repeated calls of "Mr. Su," Cheng Qingcong stood up, raised her voice slightly, and shouted: "Mr. Su, I'm with you..."

As if he knew what she was going to say next, Su Zhinian bent over and picked up the mobile phone on the table, and said in a calm tone: "You stay to pay."

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

When Su Zhinian got out of the elevator, he accidentally bumped into someone. The person said "I'm sorry" to him, but he didn't react at all. He just walked toward the door of the Beijing Hotel with a blank expression.

Su Zhinian stood in front of the brightly lit revolving door of the Beijing Hotel for a while, then turned and walked to the convenience store nearby, where he bought a box of cigarettes.

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

At the end of the coughing, tears burst out of my eyes.