Chapter 800 Zong Beili Could Not Guess

"Me? Now?" Tong Huaer shook his head without thinking, "Do you think I can see her now?"

In her current state, she was afraid of scaring people. She couldn't talk to them with a mask and glasses on. How rude.

"You don't have to worry about that. Dongfang Furen knows you because of your paintings, not because of your looks. She doesn't care what you look like."

"...

Tong Huaer hesitated. In fact, she had always wanted to be grateful for Dongfang Furen, who appreciated her very much. It would be best if she had a chance to thank her in person.

"All right then." After some thought, she nodded in agreement.

It would be better to thank Dongfang Furen before thinking about going somewhere else.

Lan Shaoyan didn't say anything more. He took out his phone and called to arrange the flight.

Tong Huaer looked at the geography magazine and closed it to go back to her room to tidy up. When she got up, she looked out the window. She was really leaving.

Zong Beili came the night before she was leaving. Tong Huaer had just finished her dinner and was washing dishes in the kitchen. When she heard the door open, she ran to open it.

"You... You're here."

When she saw that Zong Beili was standing at the door, she subconsciously lowered her head and covered her face with her long hair.

Knowing what she was like, Tong Huaer didn't want to see zong beili at all. She didn't want to be seen by him, but what she didn't know was that Zong Beili had already seen her.

"I'll deliver the medicine for you." Zong Beili looked at her and asked, "Have you been better lately?"

"Yes." Tong Huaer nodded.

In fact, she didn't care much about it, okay? That's it.

Zong Beili looked at her, paused, and said, "I haven't had dinner yet, you..."

He wanted to go into the room for dinner. She made it.

But such a request was obviously not used to Zong Beili. Tong Huaer was stunned and looked up at him with a frown, "You didn't have dinner?"

Her expression was a little displeased. Zong Beili hooked his lips and waved his hand, "I didn't mean to stop eating. I just came back to get the medicine."

She took the medicine, just came back, and then came to deliver it to her.

A few simple words made Tong Huaer feel a little bitter. In fact, he didn't have to come personally. He could order anyone to do it.

"I've already eaten." Tong Huaer lowered his head and spoke in a faint voice. A hint of disappointment flashed in the man's eyes. He heard her continue, "But I can make you a bowl of noodles."

Just think of it as thanking him for the medicine, so that he won't have to eat in case of stomach pain and trouble again.

"Okay."

There was a flash of joy in zongbei's sharp eyes, but his handsome face was expressionless.

After only ten minutes of cooking, Tong Huaer sat at the table and watched Zong Beili finish a bowl of noodles quickly. He was confused. Had he not eaten for a long time?

There were just some things that she could not ask, or else she would have to hold onto something that they had already agreed on.

"I'm leaving tomorrow." Tong Huaer said softly.

Zongbei tightened his grip on the chopsticks and looked up at her. He paused and moved his thin lips, "Where are you going?"

"England."

After a pause, Tong Huaer said, "It was with Lan Shaoyan. Do you remember the Dongfang Furen who bought my painting? I'm going to see her this time. Lan Shaoyan also has a job there. I'll go with him."

"And then?" Zong Beili looked at her and said.

"... Tong Huaer was shocked and did not speak.

"And where are you going?"

She didn't say anything, but that didn't mean Zong Beili couldn't guess.

Tong Huaer remained silent and the air became a little stifled. Zong Beili stared at her for a long time, his thin lips curling up in a self-deprecating arc, and his deep voice was a little hoarse, "I thought we had reached an agreement. No matter where you went, you would at least tell me."

She would tell him so directly that she was going to england because england was not her destination at all! As for where she wanted to go, she had no intention of telling him!

"No, it's because..." Tong Huaer bit her lip, "I didn't think it through myself."

She was no longer the Tong Huaer of the past. She had enough freedom, enough capital, and documents that could be done at any time. She was no longer running away and could stay anywhere she wanted.

The world was so big that she could go to many places, but... There seemed to be no place she wanted to go.

Zong Beili frowned at her silence, and the atmosphere in the room became more and more depressing. Tong Huaer looked at the time and said, "It's getting late. You have to work tomorrow. Go back quickly."

A complicated look flashed through zongbei's sharp eyes. He frowned and nodded. He reached out and put a green medicine bottle on the table, "Apply it on the wound three times a day. It will help your wound."

"Yes."

Tong Huaer looked at the bottle. She had seen it before, and he bought it for her when her back was injured.

She didn't say anything more. Zong Beili waited for a while and couldn't help feeling disappointed. He suddenly got up and walked towards the door.

Tong Huaer stood up and walked towards the door. It was only a dozen steps from the dining room to the door.

Zong Beili opened the door and looked out at the night. There was a throbbing pain in his chest. Suddenly, he turned around and took tong Huaer into his arms.

"Zong Beili?" Unable to avoid being hugged, Tong Huaer was stunned and his eyes were complicated.

"No matter where you go, call me. At least let me know where you are."

There was an imperceptible tension in Zong Beili's strained voice.

"Okay."

Tong Huaer was a little surprised. In fact, Zong Beili didn't have to ask her to call. After all, the anklet was still on her. He could know where she was at any time.

"I'll wait for you to come back!"

Zong Beili said another word in her ear. He let go of her. His dark eyes fixed on her and he turned to walk into the night.

Tong Huaer stood at the door in a daze, looking at the man's receding figure. Suddenly, some warm liquid gushed out of his eyes.

Don't cry. You've already made up your mind, haven't you? Tong Huaer bit his lip and closed the door. He reached out to wipe away the tears from his eyes.

On the plane, Tong Huaer was curled up by the window with a notebook in her arms, wearing pencil jeans and white sneakers, wearing a black hoodie, a big hat over her head, and a black mask covering most of her face.

The pure air was like a college girl, but in fact, she was a college girl.

After meeting with a few assistants, Lan Shaoyan came out and saw her staring out the window in a daze. She walked over and said, "What are you thinking?"

"Hmm?" Tong Huaer returned to his senses and looked at him blankly.

Lan Shaoyan took a look at her notebook and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Comics, are you good at this?"

"It's for fun." Tong Huaer took the book, "Are we there yet?"