Wen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great, we can be in the same school again."
Xu Lu, Zhao Tong and Zhuang Yan also received admission letters one after another.
Zhao Tong said indignantly: "I heard that Wen Qiao and Lu Youyou were both admitted."
For Xu Lu, this was completely irrelevant and just touched her sore spot.
"knew."
Zhao Tong looked contemptuous. "The Chinese Music Department of the Central Conservatory of Music is in a state of dying. I heard that at the end of last year, the board of directors voted on whether to close the Chinese Music Department. The Chinese Music Department is at the bottom of the food chain in the Central Conservatory of Music. Wen Qiao is just the last one for us. We don't need to take her seriously at all."
"Your cousin is the president of the student union in there, right?"
Zhao Tong was beaming with joy: "Yes, so, after entering the Central Conservatory of Music, Wen Qiao can still be manipulated by us? Lulu, there is really no need for you to be so sad all day long because of Wen Qiao. She only relies on men and is not worthy of us taking her seriously."
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The thirteenth day after Fu Nanli left came to the thirteenth day. Wen Qiao was feeling a little nervous. The sky outside was gloomy and it seemed like it was going to rain.
Wen Qiao patted his head, stood up and did two high leg lifts, but there was no response.
Moreover, the voice that asked her to stay with Fu Nanli only appeared once after her rebirth, and has never appeared again since then.
It should be no big problem.
On the flight from Copenhagen to Haicheng, Fu Nanli was a passenger sitting in business class. The meeting ended two days in advance and he would arrive in Haicheng in three hours.
Wen Qiao's phone vibrated. It was a message from Xu Lu, asking her to meet at a nearby cafe, saying that she wanted to apologize to her for leaking two million yuan to her uncle's family.
She actually admitted it on her own initiative.
Wen Qiao certainly didn't believe that Xu Lu would turn back from her wrong path. It was obvious that this man had some bad intentions.
She sent another message to Zhuang Yan using the WeChat account she had registered previously. There was nothing else in it, just an address.
Xu Lu was waiting in a cafe. There was a lot of traffic outside the window. The cafe was very air-conditioned. She smiled slightly as she saw someone holding an umbrella approaching outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
The neon lights were soaked in water vapor, and Wen Qiao walked out from the rain and fog, beautiful as a dream. Xu Lu clenched her fists, and then the corners of her mouth curled slightly.
She is coming.
Wen Qiao is still so gullible.
She felt relieved.
She found Liu Yang, a rich second-generation friend whom Zhuang Yan also knew, and he would be here soon. She would use the excuse of going to the bathroom to leave them alone. Liu Yang would touch Wen Qiao inappropriately, and she would take a few photos from a good angle and show them to Zhuang Yan later.
She had no ill intentions. She just wanted Zhuang Yan not to think that she was the one who spread the news that Wen Qiao had a messy personal life. She just wanted Zhuang Yan to think that Wen Qiao was a girl with a messy private life.
Zhuang Yan was at a nearby violin shop. The violin worth a million was still being repaired, and the belly had been repaired for the most part. They asked him to come over and listen to the sound.
It was that strange number again, with only a strange address, but he still instinctively ran out.
Wen Qiao put away his umbrella and placed it on the rain gear rack at the entrance of the cafe. He looked around and then walked towards Xu Lu.
Xu Lu waved, and the waiter and Wen Qiao walked to the table together.
"Two cappuccinos, Wen Qiao, please?"
"Can."
I'm not really here for coffee.
After Wen Qiao sat down, she suddenly felt her heartbeat quicken and get faster and faster. She realized that something was clearly wrong with her body.
And this was not wrong because of Xu Lu. After all, she entered the cafe and hadn't drunk anything yet.
(End of this chapter)