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Wu Qianqian clenched her teeth, thinking that in order to unravel the mystery, she might as well see through it herself. She also buckled up her seat belt.

The car stopped in front of a beautifully decorated coffee shop.

Wu Qianqian took off her hat, and placed her sunglasses on the small square table.

The steaming hot coffee exuded a mysterious aura. The aroma of the coffee merged with the smell of the perfume on Wu Qianqian's body, converging into a unique fragrance that intoxicated the entire cabin.

Very funny, very clear, very mysterious.

Wu Qianqian shook her hair, and then smiled mysteriously. The two dimples on her cheeks were really sexy and pleasing to the eye.

Huang Xing held the coffee cup tightly, felt that it was too hot and placed it back on the table. Wu Qianqian held onto the coffee cup with both of his hands, as though it was cold and she wanted to warm his hands through the coffee cup.

Huang Xing was the first to break the silence: "Why did you ask me out?

Wu Qianqian sighed softly, and blinked her eyes strangely: It looks like you really don't remember me anymore!

Huang Xing was startled, then said with a wry smile: "We knew each other before, and were very familiar with each other?

Wu Qianqian raised her head and curled her lips, her eyes swiveling slightly, as if she was searching through her memories for some important part. She held out a hand and paused in the air, then nodded unnaturally. All right, I'll tell you a story.

Huang Xing was even more confused, and couldn't help but ask: "Is it related to me?"

Wu Qianqian said, you listen.

Huang Xing nodded and said, Fine, I will listen.

Wu Qianqian's expression became more and more solemn. Lightly opening her lips, she said: "You must still remember that when you were in high school, there was a girl called Wu Yawen, right?

Huang Xing was shocked. Ah … What, you know her? What is your relationship?

Wu Qianqian gave a bland smile, but did not directly answer Huang Xing's question. Instead, she continued to speak: "Wu Yawen is a level lower than you, she's a girl who wears a pair of light colored glasses.

As Huang Xing listened to her narration, he searched through many details regarding Wu Yawen in his mind, but he really couldn't imagine why Wu Qianqian had brought out Wu Yawen.

Actually, in Huang Xing's impression, Wu Yawen was a shy, ordinary little girl. If it wasn't for Wu Qianqian suddenly mentioning her, she probably would not be able to consciously think of that ordinary female classmate in her life.

But what was undeniable was that the girl had a mysterious but very low profile entanglement with Huang Xing.

And because Wu Yawen was overly ordinary, Huang Xing couldn't be bothered to even think about such matters.

As he was lost in his thoughts, he heard Wu Qianqian continue to speak: "At that time, you were a great scholar at the school. You often published articles in the school journal." You're good at sports, too, especially basketball. The school newspaper had one issue per month, and Wu Yawen had to read every issue. Every day, you would play basketball at the basketball court during your extracurricular activities. Wu Yawen also liked to quietly stand at the side and watch you play, silently cheering you on in her heart. When you were in your third year of high school, you published a piece of lyrical essay in the school magazine, causing Wu Yawen to cry as she read it. She felt that you were a very emotional person. She admires you more and more, admires you, likes you, thinks she knows you, and writes a hopeful, three-thousand-word letter to be passed on to you by Sister Chen at the infirmary. From then on, she waited and waited, but until you graduated, she didn't receive your reply.

Listening on, Huang Xing became more and more shocked.

In Huang Xing's mind, there was indeed a vague impression of this.

In fact, he was still young back then, and because he often published articles in the school magazine, he was loved by some literary and artistic young women. There were even a few ignorant girls who used the method of writing notes to communicate with him. At that time, male students and female students were rather reserved and would usually not openly express themselves in words. Even if they were classmates, letters were still an essential communication tool. Huang Xing could not remember exactly how many times he had received a note of the girl's admiration. At that time, he was also very introverted and rarely interacted with girls. However, Wu Yawen was actually the least eye-catching amongst all of the girls. Thus, after receiving her note, Huang Xing did not reply or communicate with her at all.

But when Wu Qianqian slowly recounted her experiences, it became extremely strange.

Huang Xing wanted to ask about the details, but Wu Qianqian quickly followed: This could be considered Wu Yawen's first love. It was very sour and astringent. Originally, her academic performance was very good, but because she paid too much attention to you, she neglected her studies and even left a grade in her third year …

Hearing this, Huang Xing felt an inexplicable sense of apology in his heart. He had never thought that a casual coldness like this could cause such great harm to a girl.

Huang Xing could not help but ask: "Then, then do you know what Wu Yawen is doing now?

Wu Qianqian glared at Huang Xing: I want to know, why didn't you reply to Wu Yawen at that time? In the years after you graduated, did you ever feel a little regret whenever you thought of her?

Huang Xing felt that this was unfathomable, and asked a question in reply: Wu Da-jie, I am confused. What is your relationship with Wu Yawen? Sisters? Same village? A relative? Another thing is, we didn't even know each other before, how could you recognize me so easily?

Wu Qianqian shook her head and continued to stare at Huang Xing: "Compared to Wu Yawen, who do you think is prettier?

Huang Xing laughed bitterly: Compared to her looks, do you think that there's any meaning? She was actually a very ordinary girl.

Wu Qianqian asked: Oh? You mean I'm prettier than she is?

Unfathomable!

Huang Xing frowned: Yes. You are prettier than she is. But what was the point?

Wu Qianqian stressed: It's of great significance. Let me ask you this again, if I had written a note to you back then, and not Wu Yawen, would you have replied me?

Huang Xing touched his forehead, feeling that Wu Qianqian was becoming more and more unreliable.

What was this all about?

Strange.

Strangely.

Wu Qianqian touched her hair in a strange way and laughed, feeling conflicted.

Huang Xing asked repeatedly: Tell me, what is the relationship between you and Wu Yawen?

Wu Qianqian raised her eyebrows: You really want to know?

Huang Xing nodded slightly.

Wu Qianqian changed the topic again: I can tell you about Wu Yawen's situation. But you have to answer my question.

Huang Xing laughed bitterly: Don't you think that your question is too boring?

Wu Qianqian shook her head. At least.

Huang Xing caressed his hair to stimulate the blood circulation in his brain.

Wu Qianqian urged: Answer me.

Huang Xing said half-heartedly: Maybe I will, maybe I won't. Are you satisfied with this answer?

Wu Qianqian smiled lightly, but suddenly reached for the Cosmos Sack at her side, unzipped her zipper, and took out an exquisite lady's purse.

True ostrich leather bag with three indented letters printed on the zipper: YKK.

Her genuine python skin purse, a luxurious aura, perfectly matched Wu Qianqian's nobility and mysteriousness.

Wu Qianqian opened her wallet and took out something out of the blue.

Huang Xing was stunned!

On the identity card that Wu Qianqian took out, three thick black words were clearly written: Wu Yawen.

Huang Xing rubbed his eyes and confirmed that he was not seeing things.

But he really did not dare connect this proud, cold, mysterious, and noble female host in front of him with that timid, ordinary, and introverted Wu Yawen.

Looking at the profile picture on the ID card, it looked exactly like the combination of Wu Yawen and Wu Qianqian.

Huang Xing was stunned. He stared at it for a long time without knowing what to do.

Until Wu Qianqian took back her ID card.

Huang Xing stammered: "Are you really — Wu Yawen?"

Wu Qianqian closed her purse and drew a beautiful arc in the air with her hand: As if it was fake. I'm the silly girl from before. Wu Yawen. Wu Qianqian was the stage name I gave after graduating from university.

For a moment, Huang Xing's heart simply rolled around. Surprise? Surprise? Panic?

With such a complicated state of mind, Huang Xing panicked and blurted out a question: "Did you go to Korea to fix your face?"

The moment he said that, Huang Xing felt that it was too rude. Even though it would make it sound like a joke, this kind of atmosphere wasn't suitable to be used as a joke.

But Wu Qianqian actually did not get angry, and said self-deprecatingly: Women's Eighteen Change, it's more and more beautiful. However, you didn't seem to have changed much. I recognized you at a glance just now.

Huang Xing carefully sized up the dignified female host in front of him. Her current appearance, makeup, as well as the enormous achievements he had achieved in the hosting world, really couldn't be compared to that introverted and ordinary little girl from back then. Even though, it was almost irrefutable now.

What's the matter, old classmate? Seeing Huang Xing's hesitation, Wu Qianqian felt wooden, as if she was trying to break a zombie.

Huang Xing said. You have changed too much.

Wu Qianqian tilted her beautiful little head and emphasized, "I really haven't gone to Korea to fix my face. No, I am the original.

Actually, at this very moment, Wu Qianqian and Huang Xing both had their own mental states.

To Wu Qianqian, Huang Xing had always been a piece of green memories in his heart. Even though his career was at its height, with men who were over a hundred times better than Huang Xing, they could form an even stronger platoon, surrounding him and offering their support. But that young girl, that ignorant and sour first love, and that boy who had opened his heart in youth, were forever engraved in his heart. Now that he was mature and steady, he was no longer shy or introverted. In the instant that she met Huang Xing, it was as if she had suddenly traveled back to high school.

It is true that women are naturally vain. , who had always worshiped Huang Xing, was now finally able to look down on him from above. Maybe it was not only because of the knot in his heart during his youth, but also so that Huang Xing would feel deep regret for not cherishing him at that time. A sparrow turning into a phoenix was not a myth. When a lone sparrow flew up to the top of a tall tree, being the center of attention, everything that she had once lost or missed would be destined to become the regret of others.

But for Huang Xing, the world had changed. The sky was still sky, but the people were changing every day. The tremendous change in Wu Yawen's appearance and personality did indeed made him a little sad and happy. It might be a bit hypocritical to say there was no regret at all. However, to a certain extent, what Huang Xing was somewhat proud of was still this world-shaking change of Wu Yawen's. Just imagine, a female trump card host with a certain level of influence and perception in the entire province and even the entire country was a classmate of her in high school. Furthermore, she had once been her loyal follower.