Chapter 92 I know you like this taste
Wen Si was embarrassed to miss work and didn't want to give up on Zhao Shuwan, so he had to ask Director Li.
After learning that the program crew had no strict requirements on the location of the second date and that the time was relatively generous, Wen Si immediately had an idea and set the main date with the male guest to go to Paris Fashion Week to watch the show.
Anyway, Zhao Shuwan gave me two invitation letters.
Although one of them is probably for Jiang Zhihuai, who helped them a lot during the costume design competition, whether they can enjoy it depends on whether Jiang Zhihuai has the ability to get the date invitation she made by herself.
After making up his mind, Wen Si checked the guide online, selected some must-see attractions in Paris, and arranged a full itinerary.
Then, with the theme of fashion show, I hand-drawn a fashionable date invitation.
The day of the second date.
The female guests left the love cabin early in the morning and went to the airport, train station and other places to wait for the male guests who had received the date invitation letters they made.
The male guests sat around the small round table in the room and studied the three hand-painted date invitations placed side by side on the table.
The three invitations have different colors and styles.
Some are pink as the main body with Mickey heads painted on them, some are military green as the main body with camping tents painted on them, and some are blue, white and red as the main body, with pictures of people wearing exaggerated clothes on them. The Q version of the villain walking on the catwalk.
Jiang Zhihuai saw the invitation with a Q version of the figure walking on the catwalk at a glance.
Not only because of the eye-catching color scheme of this invitation, but also because...
The clothes on the Q version of the villain who was walking on the catwalk made him feel particularly familiar.
Just as he was about to pick it up and take a closer look, a hand was placed in front of him and he picked up the invitation first.
Song Zhiyu: "This picture belongs to Sangsang at first glance. She is a beauty blogger. In addition to putting on makeup, she usually watches catwalk shows and studies outfits. She likes beautiful clothes the most!"
"Then Li Miaojing is still a serious fashion model. Why don't you think this is hers?" Jiang Zhihuai narrowed his eyes slightly and sounded unhappy.
Song Zhiyu, who was very nervous, didn't notice the killing intent in his cold eyes at all. He reached out and picked up the pink invitation again, with a confused look on his face: "But this pink one also looks like her." I’ll make it, she likes pink the most.”
Jiang Zhihuai: "It's not very similar, that is."
"Really?" Being disturbed by him, Song Zhiyu decisively put down the red and blue invitation, "Then I'll choose the pink one!"
Jiang Zhihuai looked at the two remaining date invitations on the table and fell into deep thought.
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In the VIP lounge at Kyoto Airport, Wen Si had a delicious breakfast, then stirred the coffee at hand and checked his cell phone while waiting for the arrival of the male guest.
Seeing that the agreed meeting time was getting closer, Wen Si felt more and more uneasy.
The fingertips were mechanically rubbing the screen of the phone, but his attention was not at all on the short videos that were scrolling past one after another.
All she could think about was: Will Jiang Zhihuai get the date invitation she drew by herself?
When my finger unconsciously crossed the screen, I kept thinking silently in my heart: He will get it, he can't get it, he will get it, he can't get it...
So much so that even she herself was a little confused as to whether she wanted to go to Paris with Jiang Zhihuai or not.
While I was struggling, a familiar scent of cedar came over me.
Wen Si looked up and saw that the person he had been thinking about had quietly come to him.
The moment their eyes met, he smiled jokingly: "Beauty, are you alone?" Wen Si also raised the corners of his lips, but ignored his flirtatious conversation. Instead, he moved his nose close to him and smelled carefully. After hearing it, he asked him: "Is this...the base note of the wilderness?"
Jiang Zhihuai nodded and made no secret of his intentions: "I know you like the smell, so I sprayed it on in advance."
The spicy and pungent top notes had gone through a long evaporation process, and just appeared in front of her, the warmest and most reassuring woody tone, which was so gentle that Wen Si moved.
She suddenly thought of her grandmother.
Her father, Wen Zhenhua, favors boys over girls and has always been critical of her.
Her grandparents even more so.
Because Fang Yunlan could not give birth to a son, the two feudal old remnants frequently provoked Wen Zhenhua and made things difficult for them, mother and daughter.
Wen Si hated them so much that he didn't like to be around them since he was a child.
She loved going to her grandma's house.
Her grandmother, like her mother, was a hard-working woman who had been tortured by an unhappy marriage, but she never tried to discipline her and let her follow in their footsteps.
On the contrary, she has been taught since she was a child to strive for success, to compare with the boys around her, and to show all the people who despised her and discriminated against her because of her gender that she, a girl, is a thousand times better than the boys they rare. Ten thousand times!
Every time she goes to her grandma's house as a guest, her grandma will be busy cooking a lot of delicious food for her.
Whenever he hears her casually complimenting which dish is delicious, or eating a few more bites of a certain dish, it's over.
Because for a long time to come, grandma would cook that dish she thought she loved every day until she vomited.
Unexpectedly...
Jiang Zhihuai treated her the same way.
She only mentioned many things casually, but he kept them firmly in mind, and then used actions day after day to prove that his sincerity to her was more than just words.
After arriving in Paris, the two of them spent the night resting in the hotel.
Early the next morning, under the leadership of Wen Si, she went out excitedly to the tourist attractions she had selected in advance that were suitable for couples to go on a date.
They watched the sunrise on the Pont Neuf, took a cruise to admire the landmark buildings of Paris, and then found the Paris Love Wall with 'I love you' written in 311 languages at the Jehan Rictus Square in Montmartre. .
The two worked together and soon found the Chinese version of 'I love you' on the wall.
Then Jiang Zhihuai suggested: "Take a photo?"
Considering that it would not be easy for them to find him for a long time, Wen Si nodded.
Then he saw Jiang Zhihuai taking out his mobile phone and chatting with a foreign friend who had nothing to do.
He is handsome, courteous, fluent in English and has a deep magnetic voice. He fascinated foreign friends and they readily agreed to his request.
Jiang Zhihuai handed her the phone and gave her a brief description of the photo effect he wanted before retreating to the love wall and standing side by side with Wen Si.
The height difference between the two is just right, and their appearance is particularly matching. It's not surprising that they are so eye-catching when they stand together.
Everyone has a love for beauty. After their foreign friends gave them two pictures, their desire to create suddenly exploded. Not satisfied, they just stood there and jumped up and down to find the right angle and light. , while commanding them.
(End of chapter)