"Wang Qiong, what are you talking about?" Fu Zhiran stretched out her hand and pinched Wang Qiong's arm hard. Then she looked at konjac Avenue with a smile: "konjac, don't listen to her nonsense."

After that, she gave Wang Qiong a warning look. She didn't think her gossip was enough.

"Well, don't be sad. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Konjac is a calm person. She doesn't want to gossip about Fu Zhiran. She reaches out and pats Fu Zhiran on the shoulder to comfort her, "I have something else to do. I'll go first."

"Well."

Watching konjac enter the banquet hall, Fu Zhiran turns around against the wall, and the elevator that just opened is gone again. Her head is getting dizzy.

Hand casually pressed down the elevator, did not look up and down arrow.

Wang Qiong saw it and reproached: "how much wine did you drink, even up and down."

Said she reached out to press upstairs, Fu Zhiran said: "I just want to go downstairs, I want to go out to blow the wind."

Or alcohol, or anger and shame, her heart is like a fire, very bad.

She needs to be quiet and calm down.

As soon as Fu Zhiran's voice fell, the elevator came. When she went downstairs, she stepped into the elevator.

Wang Qiong wants to follow up. Fu Zhiran turns around and points to her. She says solemnly: "don't follow me. I want to be alone."

There was no doubt that if she followed her, she would really turn over with her.

Wang Qiong's feet are lifted up and taken back. She knows that Fu Zhiran must be very upset now. She must want to be alone, so she can understand her.

It's a big deal. She'll come downstairs quietly to find her later.

Fu Zhiran reached out and pressed the key to close the door. She realized that her tone might be too heavy. When the door closed, she looked at Wang Qiong from the crack of the door and said, "I'm ok. I'll just sit in the fountain outside the hotel and go back to my room for a while."

She knew that Wang Qiong really cared about her, but now she was really upset and confused.

The elevator blinked to the first floor, and the door opened. Fu Zhiran held the door frame with one hand and walked out of the elevator with his head down.

Suddenly face a familiar woman, voice calls her, "blue face."

She did not like the owner of the voice, she slowly raised her head, "blueberry God."

Blueberry has a white fur jacket on his body. He holds his chest in one hand and his mobile phone in the other hand. It seems that he just called in from outside.

After saying hello, Fu Zhiran didn't want to stay and continued to walk. Lanyan suddenly reached out and pulled her, and said to her in a comforting tone: "Lanyan, don't be too sad. I know you must be just joking."

If it's true, it can't be false any more.

She doesn't believe in the recording. It has nothing to do with her blue face.

Fu Zhiran sneered in his heart, but he showed a harmless smile, "thank you for your trust."

She left first, but blueberry still pulled her, "the copyright can't go out now, there are still opportunities in the future. I'm afraid there is no market for good works."

"Thank you." Fu Zhiran smiles and reaches out to peel the blueberry's hand.

Keep walking outside the hotel gate.

Did not walk a few steps, and met a few look familiar women, pointing to her, whispering about her, she ignored.

Blueberry they a few people, until Fu Zhiran out of the hotel revolving door, just into the elevator.