If love can be booked

Chapter 147 Zhu Yaolin and Michael Smith Travel Planning

It is the middle of winter, and the rare sunny day is like a precious gift from God to the world.

Walking through the streets and alleys, the air is filled with a faint aroma of coffee.

Sitting by the window, bathing in the soft sunlight, my mood gradually becomes relaxed and relieved. It seems that all the troubles in the world are thrown behind, and only this tranquility and beauty remain in my heart. At this moment, everything is so safe and sound. Perhaps taking a trip on a whim would be a good choice. Even if the destination is not far away, the expectation of the unknown world can still make people excited.

Holding a cup of fragrant coffee in my hand, my thoughts drifted away involuntarily. Whenever I thought of him, a warm current would surge in my heart. It must be a kind of happiness to be able to miss someone so quietly and silently.

Suddenly, a clear and pleasant ringing sound broke the silence. "Ding ding ding..."

"Dad..." Zhu Yaolin said coquettishly to the camera. At this moment, Zhu Boxiong is on vacation in Switzerland because it is too cold in the United States this season...

"Girl, be careful when you go out..." Zhu Boxiong said with concern. He heard that she was going on a long trip tomorrow, to some romantic Paris, France. What made him even more worried was that his daughter took Michael with her.

"Yeah, I know..." He went out to relax, and took away his right-hand man...

"Don't get tired, learn to take care of yourself..." Zhu Boxiong's words were full of worry, afraid that she would not grow up...

"Don't worry, Michael is here..." Zhu Yaolin replied with a smile, her face full of confidence. Yes, she is no longer the little girl who needs to rely on others all the time.

"Yes, and Michael..." Zhu Boxiong muttered to himself, this silly girl! It was because of that guy named Michael that he was so worried. After all, Westerners have always been famous for their madness and endless pursuit of excitement. Thinking of this, his brows could not help but frown a little deeper.

"It's Dad calling..." When he came closer, she threw the phone to him without hesitation and took the pancake he handed her.

"Dad...uh...Uncle..." Michael spoke subconsciously, his voice revealing a habitual intimacy.

"Well...Michael...I'm leaving my daughter in your hands..." He said solemnly, his tone full of concern and expectation as a father. If you can't protect her well, I, as an old father, can't let you off easily...

"Uncle, don't worry... I promise to return you a happy Linlin..." Michael answered confidently. Who once said: If you are well, it will be a sunny day...

"Is it delicious?" After hanging up the phone, she was enjoying her meal...

"Hmm... you try it? Is it delicious?" Chinese restaurant chain, Shouzhabing. The owner of this store is actually a student from Peking University in China. Due to its unique taste and affordable price, the business here has always been quite prosperous, with customers coming in an endless stream, and sometimes you even have to wait in line to enjoy the food.

"Delicious..." Michael couldn't help but exclaimed.

"How's the work handover going?" You know, he has a lot of things to deal with and hand over. He is not as relaxed as her, who can leave whenever she wants... But over the years, they seem to have gotten used to it.

“Basically OK…” Just some basic procedures…

"Then we..." Can we set off tomorrow?

"We leave tomorrow... first stop is Paris..." Her eyes sparkled with excitement, because this city has always been her dream destination.

"Michael, no more, I want more..." Not long after, the pancake in front of her was swept away. She couldn't help but grumble, muttering to herself: The portion of the pancake today seems to be less than usual, I'm not full at all...

"Do you want to eat more?" He looked at her eager expression and frowned with some worry. The cake was too greasy and he was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable if she ate too much...

"Hmm..." She nodded vigorously, her face full of desire, just like an innocent child.

"Then let's..." Let's go have a big meal. It's rare that she has an appetite today...

"Can we buy it again?" Zhu Yaolin blinked her bright big eyes, her face filled with anticipation.

"No..." Michael shook his head gently. It is said that this kind of cake is just a snack in China, not a full meal... Although it is a great thing to be liked by her, I am afraid that her stomach will be overloaded...

"Michael, I miss the steak you made..." Zhu Yaolin pouted slightly, knowing that such snacks are not suitable for eating too much. But the temptation of such deliciousness is hard to resist.

"Then let's go home... and by the way, I'll show you the tomato and egg soup I just learned..." Michael said with a smile, his eyes shining with confidence. In order to prepare this soup for his beloved, he looked up many Chinese recipes on the Internet, studied them carefully, and tried many times, just to make a dish that suits her taste.

"Okay... Let's go home..." Sweet, warm... There is an illusion of happiness that is being pursued...

"I'm going to Paris, France tomorrow..." Actually, she just wanted to give herself a reason to forget him. She no longer disturbed his world, just like she was the only one in his world.

"Are you happy?" Your brilliant smile is what I will always pursue...

"Yeah, happy..." She raised her head slightly, her eyes met his, her eyes flashing brightly and brilliantly, her smile warmed people's hearts like the warm spring sun, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves. Happiness is only because of you... Even if it is because of the illusion of love, I am satisfied, with you all the way, my favorite scenery.

The golden sunlight shone obliquely on them, covering the whole world with a colorful coat. The air was filled with a strong scent of love, which made people intoxicated. They walked slowly on the Champs-Elysées hand in hand, enjoying the tranquility and beauty of this moment. The sun was shining, the breeze was not dry, and everything was just right.

Hand in hand, strolling along the Champs-Elysées, the sun is shining brightly…