"You'll find out when you get there. There's a surprise in store." Mei Zi said mysteriously and stuffed Cen Zhiqiao into the car.
The car stopped smoothly at a club. Mei Zi dragged Cen Zhiqiao in. There was already a large group of people waiting there.
"Qiao Qiao, long time no see. I heard from Mei Zi that you were back, so we all rushed over immediately." The person who met him was Dong Jingyao, who warmly took Cen Zhiqiao's hand and took her over to sit down while talking.
Seeing Cen Zhiqiao's surprise, he seemed to have realized that his actions were too warm. He quickly let go of his hand and said with a dry smile: "You're not still angry about the past, are you?"
Recalling that Zhang Bei was the target of public criticism, Cen Zhiqiao smiled, and then sat next to her: "How could it happen? I'm very happy to see you again."
"That is to say, we are all old classmates, how can there be any hatred." Another boy started laughing. Cen Zhiqiao glanced at him and couldn't remember his name, but he was still smiling.
"He is Pumpkin, Jiang Simon, and he is now a famous wedding dress designer in H city!" Dong Jingyao patted the man on the shoulder and joked.
The man immediately burst out laughing: "How can I compare to Qiao Qiao, a top student at mod'art International Fashion Academy? Just this name can scare people to death."
It seemed that after three years, people who were not familiar with each other could still call each other affectionately. A smile appeared on Cen Zhiqiao's lips.
"Oh, I haven't even come in yet, and you are already chatting. What are you talking about!" Meizi went to the bathroom. She was originally worried that she would see a quiet scene when she came back, but she didn't expect that the conversation was so lively. She was busy Join in too.
"I'm talking about you. It's really rare that the bride who is about to get married has time to spend time with us to be happy."
Everyone laughed. Just as Cen Zhiqiao was about to say something, the phone rang. She glanced at the number and saw it was an unfamiliar number before taking the phone out.
"Hello." Very few people knew her number, but the screen clearly showed an incoming call from City H. No wonder she was surprised.
In City H, she doesn’t have any friends.
"Qiaoqiao, don't you remember me?" On the other end of the phone, a male voice with a smile sounded, vaguely familiar.
Cen Zhiqiao blinked and thought for a few seconds, then suddenly exclaimed: "Is it...Brother Chu Heng?"