Chapter 81 - 81 Habit Is a Scary Thing
81 Habit Is a Scary Thing
Translator: Henyee Translations
Editor: Henyee Translations
“What do you want?”
“Facial mask.”
Pei Zhi opened her shoulder bag and took out a facial mask and mirror. He then asked the stewardess to bring two glasses of fruit juice.
Seeing that her hands were covered in cream, he took out a wet tissue and gently wiped it for her.
It was said that habit was a scary thing.
After interacting with him for so long, Lin Jiao got used to him touching her.
She leaned back. “Uncle, call me in fifteen minutes.” Perhaps it was inconvenient to open her mouth, but her voice became softer.
“Ok.” Pei Zhi glanced at her.
He leaned over slightly and brushed back a few strands of her hair that were covered by a mask. He slowly tucked it behind her ear.
They were close.
Lin Jiao could even feel his breath on her neck.
She looked at him, and a feeling was growing in her heart, but before she could grab it, her thoughts were interrupted by an announcement.
The stewardess informed the passengers that they would land in twenty minutes.
She told them to adjust their seats and open the porthole.
“Jiaojiao, put on your seatbelt first.” Pei Zhi pulled the seatbelt out for her.
Lin Jiao opened the porthole.
She looked out of the window. Her excitement was ignited again upon seeing the lights of the city. When she got out of the plane, she was in high spirits.
The terminal at Charles de Gaulle was complicated. They pushed their suitcases for a while before leaving through gate eleven.
The driver who came to pick them up was a foreigner who lied to Qu Shao that he did not know Chinese.
“Hello, you idiot!” Ven Olle patted Qu Shao’s shoulder and greeted him with a smile in lousy Chinese.
“What did you say?”
“I said you idiot.”
Qu Shao finally understood him this time. “You’re idiot!” He elbowed him and quickly stuffed his luggage into the trunk.
Ven Olle greeted Pei Zhi and Lin Jiao and opened the door to the back seat for them. After getting into the car, he drove towards the city center.
“Uncle, where’s the hotel you booked?” Lin Jiao unscrewed the lid of the lotion and patted it on her face.
“The Champs-élysées.”
“How far is it from here?”
“Forty-five minutes.” Ven Olle, who understood this question, took the initiative to answer, “Seventy minutes at peak hours.”
“Is there anything delicious nearby?”
“Yes, of course. Green clams from LeCinq, macarons from Ladouree and Pierre Herme are delicious.”
Just listening to it made Lin Jiao salivate.
She looked sideways at Pei Zhi. “Uncle, let’s go buy macarons first thing in the morning.”
“I’ll listen to you.” Pei Zhi’s eyes were filled with love.
He placed the makeup bag between his knees so that whatever she needed, he could take it out immediately. During this process, he even learned a lot about cosmetics.
Not long after she finished putting on her makeup, Ven Olle drove into the Champs-élysées and braked in front of the hotel.
He helped carry the luggage and followed them to the front desk to settle the paperwork. He then asked Qu Shao, “Have you changed the currency?”
“I have.”
“Just give them 2euros as a tip.”
Qu Shao searched in his bag for a while but did not find the 2 Euros. “The smallest denomination I have here is ten euros.”
“Wait.” Ven Olle gave 2 euros to the receptionist for them.
When they were going upstairs, he used the coins he had to exchange for a 20 euro with Qu Shao. “When you tip, use coins.”
“How much is appropriate?”
“2 or 3 euros.”
Qu Shao calculated how much 3 euros was worth in CNY. “The tip is enough for me to buy a few pancakes.”