Chapter 75 Going to Paris needs to be shared

   Pei Yilan is quite serious: "He seldom talked to me about him before, but now that he has opened his heart, isn't it a harvest?"

   "Not promising." Pei Zhen glanced at her, and then showed off: "Back then, it only took me two months to catch up with your grandma."

   Pei Yilan leaned forward: "How did you chase it?"

   She was not impressed by her long-dead grandmother, let alone heard about their love affair.

   Seeing that her curiosity was written on her face, Pei Zhen said slowly: "In addition to delivering food and helping with work, every time I go to her, I will pick a few wild flowers by the roadside to make her happy."

"Gone?"

   "The environment in those days was not good." Pei Zhi saw through her thoughts at a glance: "Giving flowers is already very romantic."

   Pei Yilan thinks about it too.

   She looked at Pei Zhen again: "Did you confess to your grandma at that time?"

   "No." Pei Zhen lifted the tea lid and blew away the tea leaves attached to the rim of the cup: "I just asked her if she wanted to come with me."

   "She agreed directly?"

   "What else can you do if you don't agree?"

   Pei Yilan thought of a possibility: "I feel that grandma has fallen in love with you long ago, otherwise she wouldn't be so straightforward."

   "It makes sense." Pei Zhen remembered her shy look, and a flash of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

   He told many stories from the past, and his hearty laughter occasionally caused the birds outside the courtyard to chirp.

  When night falls, the lights in the living room go out.

  With a soft sound of closing the door, the surroundings were completely quiet, only the bright moon was left.

   Pei Zhi, who was leaning on the head of the bed, clicked on the chat box with her, and his fingertips were even whiter against the light on the screen.

[are you asleep? ]

  Night Cat returned very quickly: [Not yet. ]

  [Are you chasing drama again? ]

  [nodding.jpg] Lin Jiao took a picture of what the iPad was playing: [The chase is over soon. ]

  Pei Zhi clicks on the picture.

   After he saw the costumes of the actors in the play, a shallow smile flashed in his eyes: [Really don't look at ancient costumes anymore? ]

[dont see! ]

   She has two minds, tapping the keyboard while paying attention to the plot: [Have you gone home yet? ]

  [Sleep in the old house tonight. ] Pei Zhi took the photo from the angle of the last photo and sent it to her.

  Lin Jiao stared at the left hand resting on the sheet.

   Under the light yellow light, blue veins lurked under his skin, full of vigorous tension and unspeakable sexiness.

  [Uncle, your hands are so beautiful. ] Or hit her aesthetic, she couldn't help but praise.

   Pei Zhi raised his wrist, looked at the knuckles and the back of his hand for a long time, but couldn't find anything beautiful.

   He subconsciously typed out 'you like it', and only noticed something was wrong before he was about to send it: [It's okay. ]

   Or he thought it was too perfunctory to reply, so he sent another emoji: [Get some rest early, I'll pick you up at 8 o'clock tomorrow. ]

[OK, good night. ]

   Not long after receiving his reply, Lin Jiao turned off the iPad and the night light, and recited "Don't dream" three times before she fell asleep.

   may be due to lack of material.

   She didn't dream anymore.

  In the case of a good night's sleep, she also specially matched her clothes after getting up, and rushed downstairs before Pei Zhi arrived.

   As the car drove in and out regardless of the wind and rain.

   Ginkgo biloba, which was completely dyed yellow by the golden autumn, covered the streets and alleys of Lincheng under the passage of time.

   The wheels that ran over the fallen leaves also rolled up the dust downstairs in that unit for the last time at the end of September.

   "Jiaojiao, open the door." A low voice came from the receiver, Lin Jiao put down the clothes in her hand and trot all the way to the entrance.

  The man who came wearing the stars and the moon, smiled when the lights in the room poured in.

   He put on his slippers: "Are you ready?"

   "It's almost time." Lin Jiao was afraid that the time would be too late, so she ran back: "Uncle, help me put on the makeup on the table."

   Pei Zhi responded lightly and followed her pace.

   He walked to the dressing table and put those bottles and jars into the cosmetic bag under her gesture: "What else is there to pack?"

   "No more." Lin Jiao stared at the box, thought for a while, then opened the closet and rummaged through the drawer to find some small clothes.

   Her actions were seen by Pei Zhi.

   He coughed lightly, looked away from the lace, and unhurriedly opened her ID bag to check it for her.

   "Where's your ID card?"

   "In the bag."

  Lin Jiao stood up the suitcase, took out the ID card from the bag and handed it to him: "Uncle, please keep it for me."

   She occasionally makes mistakes.

  When I traveled to Thailand with Yilan last year, she lost her documents once. She really didn't want to experience the feeling of anxiety.

   "Okay." Pei Zhi took a photo of her passport, ID card and bank card.

   He pulled up the heavy suitcase and left together when she put on her coat.

   It takes about an hour from Mingxin to Lincheng Airport.

   It was eleven o'clock in the evening when they arrived, half an hour before boarding.

After    check-in, they walked along the boarding bridge into the first class cabin and found their respective positions under the guidance of the flight attendant.

   After taking off, Pei Zhi adjusted the height of the seat for her: "Are you sleepy?"

   "Not sleepy." She was still a little excited.

  Lin Jiao closed the porthole next to him, picked up the ipad to find out the good drama: "Uncle, do you want to watch it?"

"Slap?"

   "No fan, this time it's a Korean drama."

   Pei Zhi took the earphone she handed over.

   He listened to the opening song ringing in his ears, and lay down in a comfortable position: "What did you talk about earlier?"

   "The secretary who has worked for the president for nine years will resign, and then the president will try his best to keep her."

   "He likes secretaries?"

  Lin Jiao nodded: "Secretary is about to be moved." She turned to face Pei Zhi and focused her attention on the screen again.

   Seeing her watching with relish, and sometimes showing a small smile, a strong thought grew in Pei Zhi's heart.

   He turned his head and glanced at Qu Shao who was playing games, thinking that he was so tired from work that he really needed someone to share the burden for him.

  Qu Shao's back froze, and he raised his head subconsciously.

   He looked at Pei Zhi thinking about something, so he said, "Boss, is there anything else the company hasn't dealt with?"

"No."

   "Then you..."

   "You've been working too hard lately, rest early." Pei Zhi met his moved gaze and raised his thin lips meaningfully.

  Qu Shao turned off his phone. He was about to make a heartfelt remark when he saw Pei Zhi make a shush gesture.

   He swallowed the words stuck in his throat, said goodnight with his mouth, put the blanket over his body, and gradually fell asleep.

   The night was extraordinarily long.

   When the plane entered French airspace, it was a quarter to noon, but due to the time difference, it was still in the early morning.

   Lin Jiao, who slept on and off for eight hours, touched her slightly dry face.

   She yawned, her beautiful eyes filled with water vapor: "Uncle, help me get my bag."

   (end of this chapter)