If love can be booked

Chapter 158 Zhu Yaolin & Michael

I got used to missing him, I got used to the warm time with him, I got used to his presence in my life, I got used to receiving his messages, I got used to his gentleness and good temper, I got used to his indulgence in my mischief, I got used to his careless gentleness, I got used to having thoughts about him, I got used to him saying goodnight, I got used to his nervousness for me when I accidentally crossed the road, I got used to...

There are always too many excuses, saying whether you are happy or not, satisfied or not, optimistic or not, saying whether you like it or not, forgetting that he also has his own little emotions...

There are so many people and things, who cares about gains and losses? Who insists on arguing for a result? The breeze blows gently, the flowers on the windowsill are in full bloom, a chair and a computer form a beautiful scenery. If there are fewer assumptions and fewer extravagant hopes, maybe we can go further. I just hope that I can be as warm as spring and dedicate my best years to the most beautiful people. However, I have already missed the best years...

If we had never met, I think I would still be that silly me, going to work and coming home, missing you endlessly.

The time of waiting always brings a little expectation and a little sadness. Who said that what you get because of waiting too long often loses the taste of missing? Just like at that time, she was deeply attached to...

People always ask me what result I want? What do I want? Actually, I don't know. I just miss what I can miss, and miss what I can miss. I don't want to believe it, and I gradually doubt whether I have really seen the appearance of happiness.

Life is a gorgeous encounter, at the next street corner, at a corner, at a station, in a cafe, or in a dessert shop...

Want to see, meet, miss...

There is a kind of feeling that is self-defined, and I can’t find the ideal boundary. I stop and go, but I won’t lose my direction. It’s like I know you are where I turn my head...

"Linlin..." Early in the morning, with a big cup of coffee, staring at the window sill...

"Dad..." The most beautiful time, with sunshine and dad...

"What are you thinking about?" She had something on her mind, but she never mentioned it, and he never asked. He didn't want to interfere in the affairs between the children, and he believed that she could handle it.

"No..." I have too many worries, all because of his name in my life.

"Is there anywhere you want to go? I'll go with you..." Taking my dad on a trip, I haven't been out with my dad for a long time.

"I'm an old man and I don't want you to accompany me..." As a father, he only hopes that his daughter can find a warm person to accompany her through her long life.

"Dad...what are you talking about? You are still young?" Zhu Yaolin retorted with a smile. In her eyes, her father was still full of energy. What old man?

"I am not as old as the young people nowadays..." My daughter is already old enough to get married, so how can I not get old? As I get older, maybe I should start thinking about how to enjoy my old age.

"How's it going with Michael? Dad has good taste, right?" Michael Smith, the son-in-law he personally selected, is said to be going well with him recently...

"He's fine." Zhu Yaolin answered with a barely perceptible blush on her face. It seemed that everyone around her would occasionally mention him recently.

"Just okay?" What kind of emotional connotation does the word 'okay' have?

"I didn't know my daughter is so happy now, and she looks so good." If this is the definition of "okay", what should we do next time we say "not bad"?

"For this alone, I have to thank Michael." Or is it just okay? This girl still refuses to tell him the truth. Does she think he knows nothing?

"Uncle, what do you want to thank me for?" Michael asked with a smile. Just hearing him say he wanted to thank me, he couldn't help but feel a little curious.

"Look, if you mention the devil, he'll show up." He's here? Are we telepathic?

"What are you doing here?" Where is he?

"I... I came to see my uncle..." In fact, what she really wanted to say was that she came here specially because she wanted to see him.

"Uncle, I brought you a gift. My father brought it back from Ghana. He said it is very suitable for you." He took out an exquisite box from his bag, which contained some American ginseng. It is said that this kind of ginseng is particularly beneficial to people of your uncle's age.

"Okay, thank you for taking the trouble. Please bring my regards." Zhu Boxiong took the gift with a satisfied smile on his face. A good reason to visit.

"Linlin, if you have nothing to do, take me to Michael's house." He suggested with a smile. In Chinese culture, reciprocity is an important tradition.

"Uh...oh..." Zhu Yaolin agreed reluctantly, and even looked at him with a hint of resentment.

"Linlin..." Did he do something wrong again?

"Don't follow me." Zhu Yaolin suddenly said, with a little dissatisfaction in her tone. She was just thinking about him, and he appeared in the next second. Doesn't that just mean that she likes him? The frequency of his appearance has disturbed her thoughts.

"Linlin..." What did he do wrong again...

The clear lake water reflects the blue sky. In the center of the lake, an exquisite outdoor fountain is happily spraying water, as if telling the vitality and beauty of life. The water columns of the fountain rise and fall one after another, like a group of naughty elves, sometimes jumping high and sometimes quietly disappearing. They dance to the rhythm of the music, sometimes passionate, sometimes melodious, interweaving a colorful picture.

There is a row of comfortable lounge chairs on the lakeside, and parasols stand next to them. The sun shines through the umbrellas and casts mottled shadows, creating a quiet and cozy atmosphere. There is no noise here, only the sound of nature, which makes people feel the beauty and tranquility of life.

"Uncle, do you mind if I sit for a while?"

"Silly child, just treat this as your own home." They were destined to be a family.

Michael sat on the chair and said after a moment of silence: "Uncle..." He hesitated because he was afraid he didn't know what to say.

"Huh?" He was obviously worried, probably about his daughter.

"Linlin, have you ever mentioned me?" Did she ever tell you anything about him? Now from her, there was no sign that he loved him.

Zhu Boxiong smiled and comforted him, "Of course." The young man was probably going crazy because of this guy in his family.

"What did she say?" He was eager to hear Linlin's evaluation and thoughts about him, hoping to find some clues to understand her feelings.

"They say you do a good job, are responsible, motivated, and down-to-earth..." I always praise his performance at work, even though I know in my heart that this may not be what he really wants to hear.

"Besides work?" He was more eager to hear comments about daily life.

"No more, what else do you want to hear?" What a silly child...

"Uh...no..." Wonder if she'll be one of her talking topics?

"Silly boy..." Patting his shoulder, they don't understand...

"Uncle?" Was there anything he didn't understand?

"Don't you see that our daughter is avoiding you now?" He just pointed out that if he lost such a good son-in-law, it would be difficult for him as the father-in-law.

"I saw it, so I want to know if I did something wrong again to make her angry?" She didn't even want to talk to him now. What went wrong?

"What can you do wrong?" How can there be right or wrong in the world of love?

"That's a good thing, because it means she's starting to think about your relationship." He explained with a smile, a hint of relief in his eyes. Yes, the most worrying thing is that she doesn't want to think about it. If she starts to have emotions, isn't that something to be thankful for?

"Really? Is this how you Chinese think?" Michael asked curiously, confused by the differences between Chinese and Western cultures. He has always believed that missing someone is attachment, and not missing someone means not wanting to see them again.

"I thought she would never talk to me again?" he muttered to himself. It turned out that this illusion was just a difference in thinking. I thought I had done something wrong again? I thought there would be no chance again?

"I think you two will definitely be together." Some people are destined to be together, no matter how long it takes, no matter when they meet, meeting is happiness.

"Thank you, uncle." He said gratefully, his heart filled with emotion.

"I'm really grateful that you said that. Believe me, I won't treat Linlin unfairly." If you really want to be good to someone, you won't want her to suffer any injustice.

"Well, OK." I believe he will prove his promise with his actions...

"You go back first and give her some time. She will come to terms with it." Maybe she just needs some time to sort out the emotional curve between them. She will understand.

"Okay, I'll go back to the company first." Too much work piled up...

Love, I thought it would never come back, I thought he was the only one in my heart, I would never fall in love with another person again, it was all just my imagination. Looking through the window sill, I saw them talking about something, and then he left? He just left like that?

"Dad, where's Michael?" I just saw my dad coming in and going upstairs...

"Let's go." I was secretly happy in my heart. Now I know how anxious you are, right?

"Gone?" Left without saying goodbye? She murmured to herself in confusion.

"Where are you going?" This is not like his style... She suddenly felt flustered, as if he suddenly said he was leaving. Was he really leaving? Was he no longer waiting for her?

"How would I know? He is not related to me." Zhu Boxiong teased her deliberately.

"Dad..." Her voice was a little coquettish. Could it be that he asked him to leave?

"Okay, okay." Zhu Boxiong was most afraid of her coquettishness because it was exactly the same as her mother's.

"I'm back at the company." Tell the truth...

"Didn't you deliberately ignore him?" He had already come in and greeted her, but she deliberately ignored him. Now that he had left, she started to get anxious again. Why bother?

"How could I? I just don't know how to face him." Her heart was full of contradictions and confusion. She didn't know whether she really fell in love with him, or just fell in love with the illusion of happiness he gave her.

"Ask your heart..." Zhu Boxiong said softly, "Only it can tell you the answer."

"Nothing, you should go to the company too, don't stay at home all the time." He said softly, with a hint of worry in his eyes. He felt distressed watching her stay at home, locked in the room, wondering how she got through that time?

"Okay..." She nodded gently, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. There were too many things that needed her to deal with, but she kept putting them off. She didn't want to miss him, she didn't want to miss him. How could she really not miss him? She didn't want to miss him...

It’s a ten-minute drive to the company.

Cappuccino and a bouquet of roses lie quietly in her office. Attached is a card: The sun is shining brightly, your smile is my pursuit…Loving you, Michael…

The corners of her mouth curved, maybe he loved her, and she loved him too...

"Director, Mr. Smith from the creative department was here just now." Ke Jie reminded gently, and at the same time noticed that she had been looking at the coffee and the red rose on the table, as if she was lost in thought.

"I know." She replied calmly, knowing that no one else would care about her so much except him. This special care touched her heart again, and her thoughts gradually drifted away.

"Congratulations, Director." Looking at the director's hard-to-conceal smile, Ke Jie couldn't help but sigh, it seems that the company is going to have a happy event.

"Huh? Why?" Congratulations?

"I haven't seen you so happy in a long time." Ke Jie replied with a smile. He had been following the director for so many years, but he had never seen her so leisurely and relaxed. This was like a signal of love, revealing full happiness...

"Really?" Zhu Yaolin couldn't help but touch her cheek after hearing this. Was it really so obvious? She didn't even notice...

"Well, then I'll go down and prepare a report for the meeting for you." Some ideas require time to accumulate. Even a little bit of emotion can become a small universe.

"Yeah, okay." Meeting happiness...

The dressing mirror, bright eyebrows, white teeth, delicate skin, and innocent eyes, is she obviously happy now? She picked up the phone and called him. What was he busy with?

"Linlin..." Leaning against the window, she put down the documents in her hand and called.

"Hi..." she responded softly, but suddenly she didn't know what to say.

"Xiao Ke said I look very good and I feel like I'm in love." Xiao Ke said? Look very good? Feel like I'm in love? Did she say this? Really...

"Well... what do you think?" He tried to guide her to express her opinion. It was Xiao Ke who said, "Linlin, what do you think?"

"Um...how about I...have dinner with you tonight?" she suddenly invited.

"Okay, I'll pick you up after get off work." Ask him to have dinner together? What's going on? Anyway, he likes it.

Red Rose Western Restaurant

He skillfully cut the steak for her. When he was around, he was always reluctant to let her do it herself. She was grateful for this thoughtfulness. At this moment, she felt her own happiness. Why should we think too complicated about the definition of love? Perhaps simplicity is the best answer.

Having you in my life, I think I have no regrets in my life...

"Michael, thank you for your company all the time. It means a lot to me." Thank you for having you in my life. Thank you for having the honor of meeting you in this life...

"Linlin..." Out of the ordinary...

"Please listen to me..." I muster up the courage to express my love, please let me finish in one breath.

"I admit... since I met you, I have never been nice to you because my mind is full of him." Thank you for not giving up all the way...

"But... you made me understand that sooner or later, we will find our own happiness, it's just a matter of time and scene." Not just meeting.

"You made me understand that the most beautiful and painful thing about love is not forgetting, but never being able to remember it again." It was as if he would occasionally appear in my dreams, like a dream.

"I thought I would never fall in love with anyone again, but you broke the spell in my heart. I think I fell in love with you, deeply in love with you." I love you...

"Michael, I love you, I love you..." Don't be ashamed to express your love because you cherish it.

"I love you, too, more than anyone else." His voice was low and firm, full of love and care for her. He hugged her tightly, feeling her warmth and breath.

"Linlin..." He called her name softly, tears in his eyes. I finally waited for you, and finally heard you talk about love...

"Thank you for giving me a chance to love you." He gently stroked her face, his eyes full of sincerity and gratitude. With your promise, I think I will do better, not let you have wild thoughts, not let you cry alone...

"You are a gift from God to me." He looked at her with a smile, his eyes full of tenderness and love. Because it is you, I am content.

"Cheers to love." He raised his glass and clinked it with hers. Cheers to our meeting...

"Cheers." She smiled and responded, raising her glass with him. For our mutual understanding...

Because I met you, my life is full of laughter and tears. With laughter, I know you can be so warm; with tears, I know you can touch my heart so much. You are so warm, so warm.

If we had never met, where would we be? If love could be booked, I would not want to miss a single minute of yours, even your tears as a child.

Because we understand, we cherish; because we cherish, we possess.

The warmth held in the palm of your hand... If meeting is a luxury, then being able to... accompany each other, know each other, snuggle with each other... can be said to be a grand ceremony in the journey of life, right?

Sweet night, sweet love...