Chapter 77 A gift makes him happy

   "After you've chosen, you're on your left and I'm on your right." Lin Jiao ran back and forth twice, and finally packed her clothes.

  She and Pei Zhi sat on the sofa in the living room, waiting for the long night to end: "Uncle, is Wen Ole a local?"

   "No." Pei Zhi raised his legs and put his legs aside, and talked about Wen Ole in general.

  Lin Jiao followed and raised his leg: "He is quite good, and he can master the languages ​​of various countries."

   "Indeed." Pei Zhi played with the cigarette case and only lit a cigarette after getting her consent: "How many languages ​​do you speak?"

   "Two, English and Russian."

   "Russian? Did your grandfather teach it?"

   "Well." Lin Jiao picked up two pillows and placed one behind their waists: "He's been there before."

   "That should be with my dad and the others."

"them?"

   "And Mr. Chu."

   Pei Zhi adjusted his sitting posture, and a few wisps of smoke overflowed from his lips: "They also taught me and Chu Yuzhou Russian."

   "No wonder." Lin Jiao seemed to know why he couldn't speak other languages: "Did they not let you learn French and German?"

   "Yes." Pei Zhi looked at her and tacitly did not mention this topic again.

   He opened the phone screen: "It's only six o'clock, do you want to sleep a little longer?"

"can not fall asleep."

   "I accompany you to follow the drama?"

  Lin Jiao nodded and leaned over to get the remote control.

   She turned off the light above her head, projected the unfinished Korean drama to the screen, and listened to the gentle opening song with him.

  When the first ray of sunlight poured down from the sky, the white gauze curtain was also covered with light golden fragments.

  The shops downstairs opened one after another, and the horns of saxophones and vehicles opened a new chapter for this warm morning.

   They went into the bathroom one after another to take a shower. After a short rest, they walked to the next door and rang the doorbell after stepping on the mottled light and shadow.

   "Boss, shall we go eat Zulong now?"

   "That's called a macaron."

   "...forgot."

   Qu Shao touched the tip of his nose shyly.

   They walked into Pierre Herme along the street on the left, led by Vin Ole, and picked colorful macarons.

   "This thing is too sweet." Qu Shao seemed to have just come out of the boundless desert and drank a third of the iced coffee in one gulp.

  Lin Jiao was almost tired of the first bite.

   She pushed the box forward and motioned Qu Shao to try other colors: "The gray one is caviar, you should like it."

   Qu Shao tasted half a piece.

   He couldn't find any good adjectives, only an analogy: "This is good, just like the pie we have there."

   Pei Zhi, who was not used to eating too sweet, picked up a piece and brought it to his mouth to taste the salty but not savory taste.

   He padded his stomach a little and looked at Lin Jiao who was wiping his fingertips: "Aren't you going to eat?"

   "I'm full." Lin Jiao picked up her bag and looked at the store opposite: "Uncle, let's go to that store to see suits."

   "Yeah." Pei Zhi got up.

   He held Lin Jiao's wrist, euphemistically saying that he was afraid that too many people would get separated: "Who do you want to buy a suit for?"

   "Here you are." Lin Jiao looked up at his face, and the raised smile scorched his eyes.

   Pei Zhi rolled his Adam's apple: "Why?"

   "Do you still need a reason to give you a gift?"

   "I was just a little surprised."

   "You won't be surprised if I send you a few more times in the future." Lin Jiao stepped on the zebra crossing and stepped up to the suit shop.

   Before the warmth of her wrist bones disappeared, she pushed open the glass door and asked Venole to help translate.

   "He asked if you wanted a vest?"

"want."

   "Choose the style first." Wen Olai pointed to the row of ready-to-wear clothes on the right, and the clerk said a sentence to translate.

  Lin Jiao chose a black suit and a dark gray vest under the recommendation. When Pei Zhi measured her body, she went to look at the tie.

   She asked Venole: "Which one do you think is better?"

   "That's good." Wen Ole held a crossed six-clip strap: "Put it over the shirt."

   "He probably doesn't like it."

   "You'll like it." He put it on his body and demonstrated to her: "Pull out and play his chest muscles."

  "..." Why did she play his chest muscles when she had nothing to do?

  Lin Jiao didn't want to hear that weird sound, so he quickly stopped his movements so that he would not be damaged.

  She chose two ties according to her preference, walked to the fitting mirror and looked at Pei Zhi: "Does it fit?"

   "Shoulders are a little tight."

   "Where's the arm?"

   "It's okay." If it wasn't for the uncomfortable wearing, Pei Zhi couldn't bear to take it off: "I'll ask them to change it."

   He exchanged a few words with the clerk in English, walked to the cashier, and wrote down the address in China.

   "Uncle, here it is." Lin Jiao handed him the tie and vest, and smiled sweetly.

   Pei Zhi warmed his heart: "Thank you."

   When he stepped out of the store, he held the slender hand again, and every step he took was filled with imperceptible joy.

   They stopped and walked on that street until noon, then headed to LeCinq for dinner.

  LeCinq is decorated like a palace, giving people a feeling of grandeur and elegance.

  The piano music sang around, and the faint floral fragrance accompanies them to sit by the window.

   As the bread, appetizers, and appetizers were delivered one by one, Qu Shao was numb while changing the tableware again and again.

   His sense of ritual gradually disappeared: "Boss, do you often eat meals for so long?"

"No."

   Pei Zhi remembered what she said 'hate to wait'.

   He put down his knife and fork, and looked sideways gently: "Jiaojiao, shall we eat at another family?"

   "No need." Lin Jiao still had some patience for the time being.

   She met his gaze and said with a smile: "Anyway, I'll only come here once, and I'll leave after eating the main course."

   "Well." Pei Zhi mentioned to Wen Olai, and avoided this situation again.

   The latter nodded: "Noproblem."

   Seeing that they were not willing to wait, Qu Shao could finally complain: "Frenchmen are not too tired to eat a meal for several hours."

   "I don't mind." When Wen Ole encountered unfamiliar words, he would slow down his speech: "They can still eat until the early morning."

   "Won't your mouth cramp?"

   "Haven't heard of it."

   His overly serious look made Lin Jiao laugh.

   "You try it next time." She forked the cod that had just been served and chewed it slowly in her mouth.

   Wen Ole shook his head again and again.

   He swallowed the food in his mouth: "I can make money and play with this time. It's not really worth spending on a meal."

   Qu Shao tutted lightly, and tempted him with money: "I'll give you fifty euros, will you eat it?"

   "Don't eat."

   "One hundred euros?"

   "No." Vin Ole is very strong: "If you give me a thousand euros, I can consider it."

   "You have a good dream."

  Qu Shao rolled his eyes at him.

   After finishing the main course, he went down to pay at Pei Zhi's gesture, and when he got the bill, he was shocked: "This is too coincidental!"

"How much?"

   "Exactly a thousand euros."

   "I guessed it." Wen Ole smiled and put him on his shoulder: "Your expression is so ugly, like a sand dollar."

   (end of this chapter)