The next day, xuanyuanchen came out of the company and went to the opposite pedestrian street for dinner.

Just as I sat down, a familiar voice rang out: "excuse me, is there anyone next to you... Eh, it's you?"

Qiao Zhen Zhen pretends to meet by chance and smiles at Xuanyuan Chen.

Xuanyuanchen nodded slightly, inexplicably, a trace of joy welled up in his heart.

Qiao Zhen Zhen sat down and said: "do you also get off work?"

"Well." Xuanyuanchen nodded.

"Me too. I just helped in my brother's office." Qiao Zhen Zhen way.

She added in her heart, ha ha, my brother is not here, but my little uncle is here!

Soon, what they ordered was presented separately.

Qiao Zhen Zhen asked: "by the way, what's your name?"

Xuanyuanchen light look at her, voice such as jade hit stone: "xuanyuanchen."

The name of the little uncle of slag man is so nice!

Well, no, why is the slag man's surname Li and the little uncle's surname Xuanyuan?

Is one of them with his mother's surname?

Qiao Zhenzhen pressed down questions, self introduction: "my name is Qiao Zhenzhen, is to learn fashion design."

Xuanyuanchen took a breath.

Not Charlene? Not even a surname?

Can be in front of the girl, clearly is the memory of the appearance!

Xia Zhen Zhen didn't notice any change in his expression, but chatted with each other: "there are several good places to eat here. If you like spicy, I suggest..."

Xuanyuanchen listen to her talk, even the voice and memory of the girl, his eyes, instinctively look at each other's wrist.

There is a red scar.

His pupils contracted suddenly.

He remembers that when the canteen was queuing up for soup, two boys had a fight and hit the soup bucket.

Charlene and he are nearby. When the soup splashes, he pulls her away.

However, she foolishly raised her hand in his face.

Later, her wrist was scalded. When he sent her to the infirmary, she still laughed and said, "ah Chen, fortunately your face is OK!"

The pink scar in my memory is now on the girl's wrist in front of me.

Even if there are as like as two peas in the world, the same is true of scars. It's just too much coincidence that two.

Xuanyuanchen finally said the longest words after they met: "are you from Nancheng?"

"Yes Qiao Zhenzhen nodded: "my parents are from Nancheng. I grew up here."

Xuanyuanchen silently took a drink from the glass: "but your accent seems to have imperial accent."

"Why, do you think so?" Qiao Zhen Zhen a face doubts: "but I haven't been to the Imperial City, don't know why there is a tone there, my friends around also often laugh at me."

They chatted at will until the end of a meal.

Come out from dining room, Qiao Zhen Zhen asks: "ah Chen, do you drive or take a taxi?"

Hearing the familiar voice calling out the same address, Xuanyuan Chen was in a trance, and then said: "today's number limit."

"Then I'll take you back!" Qiao Zhen said with a smile: "don't worry, this time it's my own car. I'll drive it. It's very safe!"

Xuanyuanchen didn't know what he was thinking and nodded faintly.

Fire red sports car, open top, just like a girl's lively personality.

Xuanyuanchen suddenly remembered the investigation when he came to Nancheng.

The Qiao family in Nancheng is the leading family in the area. If you come here to stabilize the market, you'd better have a good relationship with the Qiao family.

The girl in front of me should be Miss Qiao.

But he clearly remembered that Xialin's family was ordinary, and even heard that she had applied for grants?