If love can be booked

Chapter 140 Christmas in the West, Michael & Zhu Yaolin

In the evening, at six o'clock...

Sitting alone in front of the TV, watching the lively scenes on the screen, I feel extremely lonely in my heart, and even have an urge to cry.

The huge living room seemed particularly empty. The view outside the window was in full view, overlooking the entire city, but there was no warmth I wanted, and no face that was so familiar that I couldn't forget it. Jinchuan, I can't miss you...

As the New Year approaches, the festive atmosphere becomes stronger and stronger, and the Western Christmas makes this season full of joy. The streets are decorated with lights everywhere, and even the company hangs up big red lanterns, and there are beautiful Christmas trees dotted among them. She told herself not to think about him, but her thoughts drifted away involuntarily. Where is he now? Is he at his home or hers? Are they spending this wonderful time together?

She had a strong urge to call him and hear his voice, even if it was just a brief greeting. However, she was afraid that she would not hear the happiness she expected from his deep voice, so she did not have the courage to press the call button.

Jinchuan, when I miss you, have you ever thought of me...even once? Love...In the emotional space you gave me, I lost completely, love is humble...

I don’t think of you often now, but every time I think of you, I sink to the bottom of the valley…

"Ding ding ding..."

"Hello." Michael...is he thinking about her too?

"Did you miss me?" Michael's casual voice came from the other end of the microphone.

“No…” I miss him…but I haven’t had time to miss him yet.

"Merry Christmas." It's just Linlin, you know? I'm thinking about you...

"Isn't Christmas next week?" Merry Christmas? Isn't it still a week away? Isn't this too early? Or is he always so fast?

"In our country, Christmas lasts for a week, didn't you know?" Christmas is not limited to a single day, but a week-long celebration.

"Well, yes." She knew, but she didn't pay much attention to it, because the Western Christmas and the Chinese New Year's Day fell on the same day, and she only thought of the Chinese New Year's Day.

"Merry Christmas." Michael Smith said Merry Christmas to her again firmly. She was the first woman he could think of, and the only woman he could think of... He wanted to wish her a Merry Christmas, and also wanted to hear her response.

"Merry Christmas." The blessing came out as if bewitched.

"Come down, I'm downstairs at your house." The lights in her house were still on. Thinking that she might not have slept yet, I wanted to see her every moment I missed her.

"Come up, let's have dinner together. My dad is at home too." Inviting him to have dinner suddenly? Does that mean you have accepted him to some extent?

"Wait for me for a moment, I'll go prepare a gift." Hearing her say this, Michael Smith's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a happy smile. Because in Western countries, being invited to someone's home for dinner may just be an ordinary social activity, without much special meaning. But for Oriental people, it often means a kind of recognition and affirmation.

"No need to prepare a gift, why are you so polite?" No need for a gift...

"No, this is basic Western etiquette." Michael Smith frowned slightly, and his expression became serious. It was his first time at her house, so informal, it was not like his behavior...

"Okay, see you later." At least on Christmas, she doesn't want to be alone. If there is someone willing to understand her world, why block the whole world?

She opened her closet and picked out the right clothes. Finally, she chose a red and white sweater and a white silk scarf. This combination was both casual and casual, very suitable for wearing at home. Then, she picked up her phone and called her father.

"Dad, Michael will be here soon, you should come back..." I called my dad. By this time, he should be home soon, right?

"Michael Smith? Michael Smith from the Creative Department?" Zhu Boxiong was a little unresponsive for a moment. Was there any progress between them?

"Is there a problem? Come back quickly and wait for you at home..." Zhu Yaolin wondered in her heart, why did the old man react so strongly?

"Hey...Yaoyao, I'm playing chess with Lao Wang next door, so I won't be going home for dinner. Have fun, you guys." Zhu Boxiong thought, could there be a new situation? If so, an old man like him should not come to interfere. The girl finally came to her senses...

"Dad..." Zhu Yaolin felt puzzled. Wasn't he too nervous? It was just a meal? Why was he making such a fuss? It seemed like his daughter hadn't been around for a long time...

Zhu Yaolin sighed helplessly into the phone, and suddenly regretted making this decision. When she was about to call him, the doorbell rang...

"Ding dong."

"You're here, come in quickly..." The room was air-conditioned, so I didn't feel cold. But as soon as I opened the door, a gust of cool air hit me in the face... The air outside should only be a few degrees.

"Is he frozen?" It's already deep winter...

"I'm fine. Where's my uncle?" Michael looked around, but there was no sign of Zhu Boxiong.

"He said he was playing chess with Uncle Wang next door and won't be home for dinner tonight..." He must have done it on purpose. I didn't hear about his activities tonight before he left. Really...

"Is that so?" Michael Smith nodded somewhat clearly. He knew what his uncle was thinking. What he needed to win was the heart of the woman in front of him. But sometimes he wondered if her heart was only for him? He was her whole world...

"Please sit down first. I'll turn up the air conditioner in the living room..." After all, it's already December. It would be a lie to say it's not cold. His hands are cold...

“Is green tea okay?” The taste of Chinese green tea…

"Okay..." Her busy little body...

In the center of the living room hangs an ink painting of bamboo with a strong Chinese flavor. The capital Chinese characters "tranquility leads to far-reaching" are particularly eye-catching. The calligraphy and paintings posted everywhere highlight the traditional Chinese characteristics.

There were photos randomly placed on the corner of the table, including her single photo and her photo with Mr. Zhu. Was that him and her? She was just like that, peacefully in his arms, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on them, fell on the corners of her eyes, reflecting her sweet smile, and his resolute lines formed a sharp contrast with hers, one hot and one cold, but they complemented each other so perfectly.

She loved him, and he knew it clearly...but he loved her, did she know it too?

"Warm your hands..." She handed over a cup of tea that was emitting warm steam.

"Hmm..." A Chinese style, just like the cup of tea she brewed...

"I prepared Chinese food for you, but I wonder if you can get used to it?" he said. He had been to China before, so he should like Chinese food, right?

"I like Chinese food." If there was anything he liked, it was everything about her.

"Sir, Miss, please take your seats." The butler stood aside and said respectfully.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Zhu Yaolin nodded with a smile, signaling the housekeeper that he could leave.

"Linlin, I brought some red wine. Can we share it?" California red wine is said to taste very good.

"Of course..." Zhu Yaolin picked up the wine glass and took a sip, feeling the rich fruity aroma and mellow taste. She hadn't enjoyed a good time like this for a long time, and her heart was filled with joy. Without coffee, red wine became a part of life...

"By the way, can you ski?" The weather forecast said that it would snow in the next two days, so it would be a good idea to ask her to go skiing... Skiing is a must every winter...

"No... I can only roller skate..." Zhu Yaolin replied somewhat embarrassedly. She had never tried skiing before, and she felt a little unfamiliar with this winter sport.

"How about taking you to the ski resort in a couple of days?" That snow...

"But I can't..." She hesitated, and suddenly remembered that she fell down while roller skating. As a result, she couldn't walk normally for a week due to the pain. Since then, she has never been to the skating rink again. Every time she passed by, she just watched those people skating happily from a distance.

"Don't worry, I can teach you and I promise not to let you fall." His voice was gentle and firm, as if it could give her endless sense of security. It's time to customize a set of travel clothes... The color of snow, white snow, pure as an angel in early winter...

"Okay..." A certain ski resort belonged to the American winter, she knew it.

"Would you like to try the Chinese-style boiled fish? It's very authentic..." She liked the boiled fish and especially wanted him to try it...

"How does it taste? Is it okay?" She picked up a piece of fish for him and observed his expression with interest as he tasted it.

"Mm, delicious." Michael said as he ate. Although this dish is a bit spicy, it doesn't make people feel greasy, but it feels fresh and refreshing. He likes this taste very much. Spicy but not greasy, the taste is fresh and refreshing...

"I'll treat you to charcoal-grilled steak next time..." She always thought of another person unconsciously, even when she was with him in front of her.

"Can you cook?" Zhu Yaolin asked curiously, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

Michael nodded slightly and replied with a smile: "I can only cook charcoal-grilled steak..." When he was a child, he tried to cook various dishes because he was greedy, but all ended in failure. Only steak, he suddenly mastered the skills of cooking it.

"It seems you have a special liking for steak..." Charcoal grilled steak...

"I thought you could cook." Michael looked at her and said thoughtfully. She looked like she could cook, but it turned out she didn't know anything about it. However, thinking about their daily life, they didn't really need to cook by themselves, after all, there was someone in charge of the food.

"Hehe... I can't." She murmured softly, with a helpless smile on her face. In fact, it's not that she can't cook at all, but compared with him, it's really far behind. His superb cooking skills make the food delicious and people can't stop praising him. Sometimes, just out of curiosity deep in my heart, I want to attract more of his attention, so I also try to cook a few times. But the result is not satisfactory, the dishes always have a strange taste. Later, work became increasingly busy, and she simply chose to give up.

Some people are meant to live, while others are meant to just look up to...

Every moment I spend with him, even if we are silent, I don’t feel awkward. Perhaps, this is the fate destined by heaven?

The soft and soothing music flowed throughout the living room like water, lingering and continuous.

At ten o'clock in the evening, she sat quietly on the sofa with a plate of exquisite snacks in front of her, patiently waiting for her father to return. However, even though Michael had been gone for a long time, her father still did not show up. The phone was dialing...

"Why haven't you come back yet?" It's almost ten o'clock, why haven't you come back yet?

"We're almost home..." I just stayed in the community, but didn't go in...

"Yaoyao, how was the date?" As parents, their biggest concern is naturally their children's happiness. They put all their efforts and emotions into their children, but sometimes, even with all their expectations and deep affection, things may not go smoothly and completely as one wishes...

"What date? Come back quickly..." Their date...

"Got it..." It was deep winter now, and the weather was really freezing cold...

"I thought you would let him stay overnight..." Just after ten o'clock, she sent him away... If Lu Jinchuan was here, she probably wouldn't send him away so early, right? Her preference for someone was often difficult to conceal.

"What do you mean by spending the night? Mr. Zhu, what are you thinking about?" Spending the night... He could even think of that? Could it be that he was so eager to "sell" his precious daughter?

"What's wrong with Michael? How can he not compare to that kid Lu Jinchuan?" Zhu Boxiong was really puzzled. In his opinion, Michael Smith was excellent in both character and ability: he was gentle and considerate, good at making money to support his family, and had a surprisingly good temper.

"Nothing is good about him..." She murmured to herself, but it was not true. On the contrary, every aspect of him was so perfect that it made her heart beat fast. Love often falls quietly in that moment of heartbeat.

The night was as dark as ink, and the chill gradually set in.

Outside the window, the stars are twinkling with faint light, like countless bright gems inlaid in the vast night sky. In the deep winter weather, maybe it's time to put on an extra coat. Don't cling to the memories of the past, and don't be confused and worried about the distant future. Just raise your head and look up at the starry sky at the moment, just like those stars, one by one, little by little, shining with a faint but firm light, blinking just to meet you...