Dinner is over.
The three of them left the restaurant, Wei Zhou is not a local, so he doesn't have a car.
There was no drinking tonight, so Song Guanchao could drive.
After he left, Wei Zhou lit a cigarette and smoked silently.
Wu Qiangwei said, "You didn't use to smoke."
"The pressure is quite high." Wei Zhou laughed at himself, and then fell silent again.
After a long silence, he suddenly said, "I like you."
"I know." Wu Qiangwei was very calm.
Wei Zhou asked, "Why didn't you wait until after I started the job to express your feelings?"
Wu Qiangwei shook her head, "That wouldn't be fair to you."
"Of course, I hope you can stay in Jiangzhou, but I don't want to do it this way."
"We're friends, friends shouldn't be calculating with each other."
Wei Zhou was stunned for a moment, then suddenly relaxed and smiled, "Are we still friends?"
"Of course," Wu Qiangwei said, "If you don't want to be friends with me, you can tell me."
