Mod'Art Fashion Institute is the leading institute in the fashion industry in Paris, and even in the entire world. The huge French plane trees cover the sky and the sun, and the shadows sway, making people dizzy.
Cen Zhiqiao walked on the wide asphalt road holding the phone, staring at the shadow of the trees with her toes, listening to the crackling chatter on the other side of the phone, with a slight smile on her lips from beginning to end.
"Yes, yes, you, Miss Cen, are getting married. Of course, my little follower will design a wedding dress for you myself. I have drawn the sample and will email it to you when I get home. Don't worry, don't worry, I guarantee your satisfaction.
"
"What? Who wants to hurry up your wedding dress? Just take care of such a small thing. I want you to come back and attend. Do you understand if you attend? Present, present!"
On the other end of the phone, Mei Zi immediately screamed.
Even through the phone, I could feel her furious expression and disdainful eye roll.
Thinking of this, Cen Zhiqiao couldn't help but smile softly: "I want to go back too, but as you know, mod'art classes are very tight, and there is a show next week, so I may not be able to spare the time, Meizi,
sorry--"
"Cen Zhiqiao--" Mei Zi suddenly screamed: "If you dare not come back, I will break off our relationship with you. I will do what I say. If you don't believe me, just give it a try."
Cen Zhiqiao's smile froze at the corners of her lips. She didn't want to go back, but...
"Mei Zi, you know, I..." She bit her lip, not knowing what reason to use to refuse. After all, the person on the other end of the phone was her most important friend.
The other end also fell silent. Just when Cen Zhiqiao thought Mei Zi hung up the phone because he was angry, Mei Zi's voice sounded again. It was obviously so gentle, but somehow it made people want to cry.
She said: "Qiaoqiao, come back. It's been three years. How long are you going to run away from me?"
How long do you plan on escaping--
On the wide road, because of such words, Cen Zhiqiao's body stopped there. She raised her eyes and glanced at the blue sky covered by layers of leaves. The sun was shining brightly, as if it was no different from City H.