Cen Zhiqiao was a little surprised and looked at the name on the right side of the sign. She was stunned: "Are you Chu Heng? That talented designer Chu Heng?"
Chu Heng was startled, then nodded, "I don't dare to be considered a genius. It's just a wild imagination. When you reach my age, you will definitely be more famous than me."
Cen Zhiqiao smiled, her eyebrows filled with tiny rays of light. If such a day came, she would be really happy.
A waiter passed by after taking the cup. Cen Zhiqiao took two cups and handed them to Chu Heng's hand: "Whether you mean it or not, I thank you."
Chu Heng smiled and swung his wine glass at her: "You are not my boss, so I don't need to flatter you, right?"
*
That night, Cen Zhiqiao drank a lot of wine.
It should be said that she was unprecedentedly happy. For no other reason than meeting so many people in the fashion industry at once made her feel that her dream was one step closer.
It was past twelve o'clock when I got home.
Gu Nianchen took the drunken Cen Zhiqiao from Gu Zuowei's hand with a dark face, and his brows that had not been loosened all night tightened.
"Qiaoqiao, wake up."
This woman is obviously not a good drinker, but she still likes to drink. The last time she used alcohol to get a divorce, she didn't know what she was going to cause this time.
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Cen Zhiqiao grabbing his clothes, bending over and vomiting out with a 'wow' sound, and the dirt on the floor splashed all over him.
"Master--" Aunt Lan came over to clean up in a hurry. She took the towel and handed it over, while reaching out to help Cen Zhiqiao.
"No need." Gu Nianchen raised his hand to block her, and with a little force, he pulled off the bathrobe and it was still on the ground. "Don't worry about it for now. Go make a bowl of hangover soup. Remember to put more milk."
Aunt Lan responded and hurriedly went to get ready. Gu Nianchen had already picked up Cen Zhiqiao from the waist and went straight to the second floor.
She was so drunk that she obviously couldn't take a shower, but her clothes were dirty and it was impossible to sleep in them. Gu Nianchen had no choice but to take her coat away and patted her face again: "Qiaoqiao, be good, change it."