The first person to come should be Liu Fuqiang, who looks about 50 years old, wearing glasses, shirts, suits, pants and black leather shoes, raising his hands from afar, wanting to shake it over, and apologize: "Let our goddess Sister Yang wait here, it shouldn't be, it's my fault, it's all my fault!"

This Liu Fuqiang is dressed in style, but the shirt can't stop his beer belly, and the glasses can't cover his dark circles, 95% of the top is bald, but a few strands of long hair just refuse to fall off, covering from the left side to the right side, combing it smoothly, it is estimated that if one falls out when washing and combing his hair every day, he will be distressed.

Yang Shilei shook his head secretly, the old guy is so ugly, he must be even more ugly when he is young, will the goddess pay attention to him? Don't think about shaking hands, whether it's your appearance or careful thinking about intrigue, you don't deserve it!

Sure enough, Yang Ziqi didn't even stretch out his hand, didn't shake him at all, and said coldly: "Associate Professor Liu, we haven't seen each other for several years, so if you have a treat today, let the guests stand outside and wait?"

Liu Fuqiang put down his hand and laughed with him: "It's my fault, later, I will punish myself with three cups and make amends to Sister Yang!"

Yang Ziqi ignored him, looked at the tall and burly man next to him and said with a smile: "Old Song, fortunately, you still remember to call me, if it weren't for you, no one would care if I would come today." ”

Lao Song is at least 1.8 meters tall, and he looks pretty good, a little like Chen Baoguo who played the Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, if he is twenty years younger and in his early thirties, he will definitely be a handsome guy killed by women aged 18-58.

At this class reunion, the owner Liu Fuqiang was a visitor from Shanghai and asked for help from friends, while Lao Song was the organizer of the class reunion in Zhongjing.

Old Song laughed: "Sister Yang, you still have such an elegant temperament and full of charm." Let's go, let's go first. ”

He smiled like this, and opened his mouth again, and his overall image was better than the associate professor next to him.

Liu Fuqiang pointed at Yang Shilei and asked, "Who is he?"

Yang Ziqi turned around and said coldly: "A student who is not a student, give me a car, don't mention it, what name does a dragon set need?"

I'll go......

Yang Shilei almost fainted, is he a dragon suit? is he a dragon suit that doesn't even need a name?

Well, there is no right to take a name for the dragon set...... It's so angry~~

"Let's go, everyone is here, and we're waiting for you. ”

Lao Song led the way in front, raised his hand and asked Yang Ziqi to go first, and the four of them wandered in the quaint corridor with carved red columns, and finally entered a luxurious private room with "Tianzi No. 1" written on it, and there were already many people sitting in it.

"Haha! Who's coming?"

"Sister Yang~~"

"Long time no see, Yang Ziqi. ”

"Come on, come on, hold one first!"

Many students basically stood up to welcome, and a lady with outstanding demeanor warmly pulled Yang Ziqi: "Sister Yang, why are you here?"

Liu Fuqiang, who followed behind, hurriedly apologized: "Blame me, blame me for just chatting with everyone, snubbing Sister Yang, and making Sister Yang wait in the front hall for a long time." ”

Is he sincerely apologizing?

Obviously, he saw that everyone else had arrived, but Yang Ziqi didn't come, so he deliberately sat in the private room to accompany Xuexue to chat, deliberately snubbed, deliberately said that it didn't matter, she knew the way, knew the room, and finally Lao Song couldn't wait any longer, so he called Yang Ziqi and learned that she was standing in the front hall to blow the wind.

Liu Fuqiang apologized so weirdly, as if to say, you Yang Ziqi is a big name, and other students don't need to accompany you, so you can only wait for you Professor Yang alone?

Hypocritical man!

Ahem, ahem!

Lao Song hurriedly played a round game: "That, everyone sits down, the boys sit here, the girls and those who don't drink, and the juniors all sit at that table." Lao Zhang, you sit here, Lao Chen, you go over, you used to sit with the girls, you haven't seen each other for 30 years after returning to China, hurry up and reconnect with the girls, maybe you can resurrect it?"

"Old Song, you're enough!"

"Decades of stinky mouth, haven't changed at all. ”

In the midst of everyone's giggling, after some reasonable arrangements by Lao Song, everyone sat down again.

These people are the first to go to Europe for further study in the fashion industry, the age is uneven, the oldest Yang Ziqi has passed 60, the younger is not yet 50 years old, belongs to the richest man, the pinnacle of the career.

The relationship between classmates should be very iron, the one named Lao Chen has not seen him for thirty years, and there are a few others who have not seen him for twenty years, or ten years.

Seeing Yang Ziqi from a 30-year-old mature royal sister to an old woman with still charm, and she has changed from a personable young man who pees in the wind to an elderly man who has difficulty urinating in the wind, who is not embarrassed and full of tears?

Several people haven't sat down yet, they are crying, especially a few girls, thinking about everyone's hard work in Paris, sometimes there is no money to eat, everyone has to make do with eating together, long time in a foreign land, homesick can only talk to classmates about love, hug the head and cry, the past comes to mind, don't have some sorrow.

Today's protagonist is this group of middle-aged and elderly people around 50 years old, Yang Shilei is a supporting role, and he is a junior, he is arranged to sit in the girls' group.

There are three young people in total today, one of them is a girl about 20 years old, Yang Shilei didn't notice it before, but when he took a closer look, his mind crashed for a few seconds.

Big cousin Liu Wen? It's really her!

He was arranged to sit down next to Liu Wen, and the other party smiled at him politely and greeted: "Hello!"

"Hello!"

Yang Shilei didn't startle the snake, just said hello calmly.

He is too familiar with Liu Wen, this is a real supermodel, and he is a model who already has a certain amount of experience, and his future is simply limitless.

There was another young boy beside him, not tall, a little thin, he had just taken a look before sitting down, about 1.7 meters tall, his skin was a little dark, but he looked very capable, wearing glasses, and he was also very enthusiastic: "Hello, my name is Chen Binhong." ”

"Hello ......"

Yang Shilei was about to sign up, and remembered that he was a dragon set, and the dragon set didn't need a name, what to report?

Liu Wen took the initiative, pursed his lips and smiled, and said in a low voice: "Yang Shilei, after eating later, let's talk alone?"

"Okay, Sister Liu Wen, it's inconvenient at this time, let's talk about it later. ”

Yang Shilei was not surprised, and quietly handed over a business card, he and Liu Wen are both models, so they have heard of each other, this is normal, Liu Wen must have known him after watching the new face competition last year.

Liu Wen unexpectedly learned that he also knew him, and smiled and showed two dimples: "I don't have a business card, only a mold card, do you want it?"

Yang Shilei couldn't cry or laugh: "Forget the mold card." ”

The dinner party officially began, after drinking wine and catching up on the old days, the old guys present must still have something to say, but the three juniors are still there, let's get down to business first. [.]