Chapter 92 I know you like this taste

Wen Si felt embarrassed to neglect his work, but also didn’t want to let Zhao Shuwan down, so he had to ask Director Li.

After learning that the program team had no strict requirements for the location of the second date and that the time was relatively flexible, Wen Si immediately had an idea and set the main content of the date with the male guest as: going to Paris Fashion Week to watch the show.

Anyway, Zhao Shuwan gave two invitation letters.

Although one of them is most likely for Jiang Zhihuai who helped them a lot during the fashion design competition, whether he can enjoy it depends on whether Jiang Zhihuai has the ability to get the date invitation she made by hand.

After making up his mind, Wen Si looked up some travel guides online, selected some must-see attractions in Paris, and filled his itinerary to the brim.

Then, with the fashion show as the theme, I hand-painted a date invitation that was full of fashion.

On the day of the second date.

The female guests left the love house early in the morning and went to the airport, train station and other places to wait for the male guests who received the date invitations they made to come for the date.

The male guests sat around a small round table in the room, studying the three hand-painted date invitations placed side by side on the table.

The three invitations are of different colors and styles.

Some are pink in color with Mickey Mouse heads painted on them, some are army green in color with camping tents painted on them, and some are blue, white and red in color with Q-version figures wearing exaggerated clothes and walking on the catwalk.

Jiang Zhihuai immediately saw the invitation letter with a picture of a Q-version man walking on the runway.

Not only is the color scheme of this invitation eye-catching, but also because…

The clothes worn by the Q-version man walking on the catwalk looked particularly familiar to him.

Just as he was about to pick it up for a closer look, a hand crossed in front of him and snatched up the invitation.

Song Zhiyu: “This photo is obviously of Sangsang. She is a beauty blogger. Besides putting on makeup, she usually watches catwalks and studies outfits. She loves beautiful clothes the most!”

“Li Miaojing is a serious fashion model. Why don’t you think this is hers?” Jiang Zhihuai narrowed his eyes and said in an unhappy tone.

Song Zhiyu, who was a thick-skinned man, didn’t notice the murderous intent in his cold eyes. He reached out and picked up the pink invitation again, saying with embarrassment, “But this pink one also looks like something she would make. She likes pink the best.”

Jiang Zhihuai: “Not very similar, that is.”

“Really?” Being interrupted 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.

……

In the VIP lounge of Kyoto Airport, Wen Si first had a delicious breakfast, and then stirred the coffee at hand, while browsing her phone while waiting for the arrival of the male guest.

As the agreed meeting time got closer, Wen Si became more and more nervous.

His fingertips rubbed mechanically on the phone screen, 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 herself?
As my fingers unconsciously swiped across the screen, I kept repeating in my mind: He will get it, he won’t get it, he will get it, he won’t get it…

To the point that even she herself was a little confused about whether she wanted to go to Paris with Jiang Zhihuai or not.

Just as I was struggling, a familiar scent of cedar came over me.

Wen Si looked up and saw that the person he was 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 vulgar chat. Instead, he moved his nose close to him and sniffed carefully, then asked him: “Is this… the aftertaste of the wilderness?”

Jiang Zhihuai nodded, not hiding his intentions: “I know you like this smell, so I sprayed it on in advance.”

The spicy and pungent top note went through a long evaporation process and just presented the warmest and most reassuring woody tone in front of her, so gentle that Wen Si was moved.

She suddenly thought of her grandmother.

Her father, Wen Zhenhua, is patriarchal and has always been critical of her.

Her grandparents are even worse.

Because Fang Yunlan could not give birth to a son, the two feudal remnants often instigated Wen Zhenhua and bullied them, mother and daughter.

Wen Si hated them so much that he never liked to be around them since he was a child.

She likes going to her grandmother’s house.

Her grandmother, like her mother, was a miserable woman who had been tortured by unhappy marriages, but she never tried to discipline her and let her follow in their footsteps.

On the contrary, she was taught from a young age to strive for excellence, to outdo the boys around her, and to let all those who looked down on and discriminated against her because of her gender see that she, a girl, is a thousand times or ten thousand times better than the boys they covet!
Every time she visited her grandmother’s house, her grandmother would be busy preparing a lot of delicious food for her.

If I ever heard her casually praise a dish or eat a few more bites of a dish, I was doomed.

Because for a long time afterwards, grandma would cook that dish she thought she loved every day until she vomited.

did not expect……

Jiang Zhihuai treated her the same way.

She only mentioned many things casually, but he kept them firmly in mind, and then proved with his actions day after day that his sincerity towards her was not just words.

After arriving in Paris, the two rested in the hotel for one night.

The next morning, under the leadership of Wen Si, they went out excitedly and headed to the tourist attractions that she had selected in advance that were suitable for couples to date.

They watched the sunrise at the Pont Neuf, took a boat ride to admire Paris’ landmarks, and then found the Paris Wall of Love at Place Jehan Rictus in Montmartre, which had “I love you” written on it in 311 languages.

The two of them worked together and quickly found the Chinese version of “I love you” on the wall.

Then Jiang Zhihuai suggested: “Let’s take a picture?”

Considering that it would not be easy for the two of them to search for a long time, Wen Si nodded.

Then Jiang Zhihuai took out his cell phone and started chatting with a foreign friend who had nothing to do.

He had a handsome face, was polite, spoke fluent English and had a deep, magnetic voice, which charmed the foreign friend so much that he readily agreed to his request.

Jiang Zhihuai handed her the phone and briefly described to her the photo effect he wanted. Then he stepped back to the Wall of Love and stood side by side with Wen Si.

The two of them have just the right height difference and they look especially well matched. It’s so pleasing to the eye when they stand together.

Everyone has a love for beauty. After their foreign friends took two photos of them, their creative desire suddenly exploded. Not satisfied with them just standing there, they jumped up and down to find the right angle and light, and started directing them.

(End of this chapter)