Chapter 82 He just wants to be her knight

   Pei Zhi let out a sigh of relief, and the corners of his lips raised an unidentified smile: "Wear it at home."

   He didn't give her a chance to ask more questions, he held that hand to accompany the crowd, and walked from the castle to the path filled with flowers.

   In the dense forest, in a small brown courtyard surrounded by hundreds of flowers, there was a light sound.

  The wooden window was pushed open by a snow-white hand, and the princess leaned against the window sill, holding her cheeks in her hands, looking at the direction of the sunlight.

  Lin Jiao marveled at her beauty.

   She waited for the tourists in front to finish taking pictures with the princess, and then she rummaged through her bag to find her mobile phone: "Uncle, stand to her left."

   "I don't shoot."

   "Leave a souvenir." She dragged his sleeves to the windowsill: "You never took pictures with the princess."

   Pei Zhi had to rely on her.

   He stared at the camera with a blank expression, and at her gesture, he tugged at the corner of his mouth and smiled.

   "Your temperament is too much like a prince." Lin Jiao raised her phone and showed him the photo she took: "It's also very suitable for her."

   Pei Zhi stared at her: "I am not her prince." He also just wanted to be her knight alone.

   "I said 'like'."

  Lin Jiao laughed at him being serious.

   She looked at the seven dwarfs with hoes and scythes, and put the phone in him and asked him to take pictures of himself.

   Tour the entire park, they went to the nearby carousel and roller coaster, and waited until it was dark before meeting Qu Shao and the two, eating ice cream and enjoying the grand fireworks.

   On the way back to the hotel, Lin Jiao was so tired that she fell asleep.

  She was lying on Pei Zhi's legs, her slender hand still held in his palm, as if he was going to hold her like this for a long time.

   He stroked her long hair and carried her all the way back to the room when Vinole hit the brakes.

   "Boss, I put my things on the table." Qu Shao yawned and put down two shopping bags.

   Pei Zhi responded lightly: "Rest early."

   The door slammed, and he walked into the bedroom with the makeup remover, and put the cotton pads on her eyes like she did before.

   "Good ice." Lin Jiao frowned.

   She muttered, and without giving him a chance to react, she pulled up her sweater and untied the thing that was making her breathless.

  The night light illuminated the half-smear of whiteness hidden under the lace, and suddenly broke into Pei Zhi's line of sight.

   He lifted the quilt up with his fingertips trembling, his heart beating faster, banging in his ears like a drum.

   Not waiting for him to put aside his sweet thoughts, the fragrant clothes smashed into his face again.

   He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

   But Lin Jiao, who was lying on the bed, kicked the quilt and didn't even give him a chance to calm down.

   Seeing her figure clearly again, Pei Zhi's remaining rationality stretched into a string, as if it was about to break.

   He covered her with the quilt again, and put his hands on her side: "Jiaojiao, don't move."

  “Le…”

   "Where?"

  Lin Jiao dazedly repeated the word 'le'.

   Her lips opened and closed, as if beguiling him to bow his head, beguiling him to stop her whispering.

  Rao is a gentleman, and he can't stand this kind of temptation.

   Not to mention Pei Zhi who doesn't want to be a gentleman.

   He leaned over slightly, and when he felt the softness of day and night thoughts, his dark eyes were as dark as abyss.

   In the long night, he clasped her hands, enjoying this sweet torture when he couldn't go any further.

   "Beautiful."

  “…”

   The hoarse muttering sounded over and over again, and after a long time he could not get a response, but he quietly left the bedroom with a smile.

  *

  Charles de Gaulle Airport was overcrowded.

   Wen Ole pushed the luggage and took them to the door of the VIP waiting room, saying goodbye reluctantly: "Remember to call me next time you come out."

   "Okay." Qu Shao put his arms around his shoulder.

  Although they often scolded each other, but the six days of getting along, also established a friendship.

   He patted Wen Olai on the back and smiled sincerely: "If you have the opportunity to come to Lin City to play, we will definitely entertain you."

   "Noproblem!"

   Wen Ole leaned over to hug Pei Zhi again, and when it was Lin Jiao's turn, he chose to shake hands.

   He said profoundly: "I wish you happiness."

  Lin Jiao was stunned, but didn't think about anything else.

   "Thank you." She raised her eyes and met those blue eyes full of smiles: "You should be happy too."

   "Definitely." Vinole turned to leave.

   Seeing that figure disappeared from the crowd, Pei Zhi took Lin Jiao's wrist and walked into the waiting room.

   Without noticing at all, a person was standing in the back right and took a candid photo of their backs.

  Qian Yongjun stared at the photo for a long time.

   He hesitated again and again, but driven by his sense of justice, he made a call: "Brother Quan, what are you doing now?"

  There is a seven-hour time difference between China and Paris.

  Guquan's nightlife has just begun.

   He pushed open the private room door and found a quiet place to chat with the old classmate: "I'm drinking with He Qi and the others."

"how have you been?"

"Good."

  Qian Yongjun greeted him a few words, and then started the topic from the color, just to remind him: "Do you think green looks good?"

   "It's okay." Gu Quan hasn't reacted yet.

   He pulled away the chairs by the round table and said with a smile, "Are you going to send me a green water ghost?"

  Qian Yongjun sighed.

   He saw that it was not the way to talk like this, so he simply said to him: "You are wearing a cuckold."

"impossible."

   "Really! I saw it with my own eyes."

  Gu Quan suspects that he has identified the wrong person.

   He was relatively calm: "Where did you see it?"

"Charles de Gaulle Airport."

   "Paris?"

   "Yes." Qian Yongjun described the scene just now: "She was dragged into the waiting room by the man, and it is estimated that she will return to China today."

  Gu Quan paused for a moment when he lit his cigarette.

   Only then did he realize that the 'she' they were talking about was not the same person: "Are you talking about Jiaojiao?"

   "Otherwise who else?"

   "I broke up with her." As soon as he mentioned the word 'break up', his tone changed: "You don't know?"

   "When did it happen?" Qian Yongjun widened his eyes in astonishment, not expecting it to be an oolong.

   "July."

   "No wonder... I even took a photo to send it to you, but you both broke up."

  Gu Quan frowned: "Send it to take a look."

   "Immediately." Qian Yongjun tapped the screen twice and sent it to his WeChat: "Are you free tomorrow night? Come out and meet?"

"should have."

   "Then call tomorrow afternoon."

   "Well." Gu Quan hung up the phone first.

  He zoomed in on the photo of the chat box and stared at the hand holding her wrist bone for a long time.

   An unspeakable irritability struck his mind, and after returning him to the private room, he sat alone in the corner and drank a lot of alcohol.

   "Brother Quan, what's the matter with you?" He Qi noticed his weirdness, put down his cards and walked over.

"fine."

   "You shouldn't quarrel with Su Tian, ​​right?"

  Gu Quan shook his head: "I'm just a little thirsty."

   He kneaded between his brows and tried to turn his attention to the dice, so as not to think about those inexplicable things.

   He Qi played with him: "How many drinks do the losers have?"

   (end of this chapter)