If love can be booked

Hyatt Holiday Inn America

On the evening of September 40th, the Hyatt Holiday Inn on the west coast of the Atlantic Ocean was brightly lit, with continuous music and laughter, making people feel as if they were in a sea of ​​joy. Yaoyao Decoration Co., Ltd. was holding a grand 40th anniversary party here to celebrate the company's th anniversary.

After a week of busy preparations, the party was finally held successfully. People dressed in their best clothes, holding wine glasses, chatting with each other and sharing their joy. The whole banquet hall was filled with laughter and the atmosphere was warm and cheerful.

In the auditorium, exquisite French cuisine was served, accompanied by melodious disco music and gorgeous lights, everything seemed so beautiful.

"Thank you for your continued support and help to Yaoyao Decoration. Yaoyao Decoration's achievements today are inseparable from your efforts and contributions. Here, on behalf of the company, I would like to express my sincere thanks to everyone!"

Toast...Extemporaneous speech...

Suddenly I thought of him. At that time, he was always able to give a speech in front of everyone with great enthusiasm and showed extraordinary charm. I started to miss him... Looking at the French Bordeaux wine in her hand, she felt a lot of emotions in her heart.

Is that enough? Dad is happy, and his daughter is happy for him... I don't ask for anything else, I just hope that life is peaceful and beautiful, and that everyone around me is healthy and happy.

At this special moment, she prayed silently, hoping that all the good things would be with them forever.

"Finally... I announce that each department will take turns on a three-day tour. The location is set in the western coastal area, and the expenses will be fully sponsored by the company!"

"Good..." There was a cheer from the audience. A three-day tour of the western coast...

"Now... the cocktail party begins, MUSIC..." This is the stage for young people, of course he should leave this stage to them. Why should he, an old man, join in the fun?

In the center of the dance floor, the lights are gorgeous and ever-changing, making people dazzled. The piano sounds melodious, like crying and complaining, and the cello and violin complement each other, performing a beautiful movement together. The sound of the flute floats from afar, seemingly there and not there, like the sound of an angel. Who is playing that graceful and quiet tune? Who is playing that heroic and unrestrained melody?

"May I have the honor of inviting you to dance the first dance? Dear Miss Linlin..." Michael Smith extended his hand gracefully and made a gentleman's invitation to Zhu Yaolin.

This was a gorgeous ball. Zhu Yaolin wore a sapphire dress inlaid with gemstones he gave her, which sparkled brightly. The hollow design on the back revealed her fair skin, which was full of mystery and sexiness. Her long hair was tied high behind her head, with the ends of her hair slightly messy, hanging beside her ears, which was playful and cute.

Michael Smith was wearing a neat suit, looking elegant and handsome.

Their figures danced gracefully on the dance floor, like a pair of golden boy and jade girl, and their perfect coordination amazed people.

It turns out that there is a princess in every woman's heart, longing to meet the perfect prince, experience a touching encounter, and then fall in love quietly...

I gently handed my hand to him. Under the light, he looked like a gentle gentleman, graceful and polite.

He made an appointment for her first dance, imagining the illusion of flying with her, like a dreamlike night sky. Perhaps, what he and she had was more than just a dance...

"Linlin, even God will like your dance steps..." This is not a gentle waltz, but a passionate tango. Their dance steps are perfectly matched, as if there is a tacit understanding flowing between each other's hearts. There is no need for too many words, just use body language to express the inner feelings. The gentleness of the Orientals and the strength of the Westerners blend with each other, showing a unique charm.

"You... dance very well, too." She smiled and whispered back. He was always generous in praising her, and his praise made her feel truly outstanding.

"Are you tired? Do you want to take a break?" He knew she was very busy, from morning till now, and hadn't even had a good meal. Her hard work... he felt pain in his heart...

"Where are we going?" Zhu Yaolin agreed, looking up tiredly, but with a faint smile on her face. It would be a lie to say that she wasn't tired, in fact, she was a little hungry. Fortunately, he was here today. This time of year is the most dreaded time to hold an annual meeting...

"My home." He continued her words, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes. He wanted her to taste the dishes he made and show off his cooking skills.

"No." Zhu Yaolin answered without hesitation.

"Silly girl... I was kidding you. Go eat something. I think I heard someone's stomach growling." He explained with a smile, knowing her reserve and her persistence, and tentatively invited her...

Red Rose Western Restaurant

"The steak is good..." Zhu Yaolin couldn't help but sigh as she tasted the delicious steak. The taste of this steak was so familiar that it was a little sad... It reminded her of the theme restaurant called "Flower Season for You", which was full of luxury and romance and was the second paradise he created for her.

"It's rare that you like it, it's one of the best I've chosen..." This kind of taste... He had tasted it in a restaurant in China... It seemed to be called the "Flower Season for You" theme restaurant...

"Really? It seems... you have very high standards." After nearly a month of interaction, I found that he was very meticulous in his work and could not afford to make the slightest mistake.

But...when it comes to love, how can we be so meticulous about every detail?

"To be honest, I often go to other countries to look for delicious food." Speaking of food, this is something he must do when traveling to various countries, to find the taste on his tongue.

"Really?" Searching for the taste on the tip of your tongue... What about China?

"So what did you discover...in China?" China, you should have been there, right?

"Do you know the "Flower Season for You" theme restaurant?" he asked. Of course he had been to that Chinese city, just to taste Chinese Henan, Sichuan and Hunan cuisine. But he didn't expect to meet her there, all of this was an accident.

"Flower Season for You" theme restaurant? Come to think of it, that was where they first met...

"Of course." She answered, her eyes lonely. In the "Flower Season for You" theme restaurant, he decorated the room with love stories for her...

"Have you been there?" she asked in surprise. Had he also been to that city? It turned out that they were once so close, yet so far away.

"Yeah..." He responded softly. How could he forget? That day, her tears soaked his shirt and his food was scattered all over the floor. He chased after her, but the figure disappeared, and ended up in loneliness...

"That's where I met you for the first time." He recalled. Since then, every time he met you by chance, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. It turned out that this was not their first meeting... Was this the arrangement of fate, a love appointment?

"Ah?" They have met before? In the "Flower Season for You" theme restaurant...

"I...I have no recollection." He had met her there? Was this true?

"It was lunch time, and I had just ordered the food... but you suddenly rushed over and knocked all my food to the ground. And then you just ran away." At that moment, he felt very embarrassed and confused, because he felt very ashamed of being in a foreign country and receiving strange looks from people around him.

"Oh...it seems like that's the case." That time, he said he wanted to keep his distance from her...

"So it's you." She smiled slightly, not seeming to care too much about the coincidence.