"Have we arrived yet?" Xiao Qianqian had been sleeping soundly, and her head was still spinning.
"Yes, we've arrived. Get up and wash up."
"good.'
Xiao Qianqian sat up, lifted the blanket, and prepared to get down.
Ye Bosen reached out and picked her up; "You seem pretty tired lately?"
After he finished speaking, he frowned.
"Hmm, I don't know what happened. It's probably because I've been busy with work lately and haven't had enough rest."
Ye Bosen gently placed Xiao Qianqian at the bathroom door, cupped her face in his hands, and said tenderly, "Work is important, but you also need to take care of your health. I don't want my darling to be so tired."
Xiao Qianqian felt a warmth in her heart, looked up into his deep eyes, and smiled, "I know, I feel much more at ease with you by my side."
After saying that, she reached out and pressed his furrowed brow; "Okay, I'm going to wash up. Don't frown, it's not handsome."
Hearing her words, Ye Bosen's brows relaxed, a slight smile playing on his lips; "Dare to say your husband isn't handsome? You're asking for a beating."
Xiao Qianqian playfully stuck out her tongue, turned around, and ran into the bathroom. Ye Bosen stood outside the door, listening to the sound of running water coming from inside, his eyes softening with affection.
A short while later, Xiao Qianqian finished washing up and came out.
"Let's go, we're getting off the plane." After saying that, he reached out his large hand and took her soft, boneless little hand in his.
Outside, the luxury cars arranged by Zhang Qi for the branch company were already waiting.
The driver saw them and quickly opened the car door.
"Mr. Ye, Mrs. Ye, please get in the car," the driver greeted politely.
"Um."
"Thanks."
In the car, the driver turned to Ye Bosen and asked, "Mr. Ye, would you like to go to the hotel first or...?"
Ye Bosen glanced at Xiao Qianqian beside him and asked with his eyes.
"They've taken us to the hotel, thank you for your help."
"Yes, madam, you're too kind."
The driver stepped on the gas, and the car drove out of the airport and headed towards their booked hotel, Hotel Flanelles Paris. This hotel was in Paris, and the wedding dress designer's studio they had arranged to meet was nearby, so it wasn't far for them to get there.
Xiao Qianqian had never been to France before, so it felt very novel to her. She looked out the window and saw some distinctive European-style buildings, and occasionally she could see some street performers.
About an hour later, they finally arrived at the hotel they had booked.
"Mr. Ye, we've arrived." The driver stopped the car and prepared to get out and open the car door for them.
Ye Bosen got out of the car first, and then gentlemanly reached out to help Xiao Qianqian out of the car.
"Well, I don't need anything else here. You can go now, just leave the car with me."
Ye Bosen said to the driver.
"Okay, Mr. Ye, here are the car keys. Call me if you need anything."
"Hmm." Ye Bosen took the car keys from the driver, then took Xiao Qianqian's hand and walked into the hotel lobby. The magnificent crystal chandelier cast a dazzling light, and the marble floor was so shiny it reflected the light.
The receptionist was a beautiful French woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. She warmly welcomed us in French, and Ye Bosen responded fluently in French and processed our check-in.
After receiving the room key, they headed to the elevator. Zhang Qi had booked the presidential suite on the top floor.
Upon entering the room, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows offer a panoramic view of the beautiful Parisian scenery.
Xiao Qianqian excitedly ran to the window, and Ye Bosen gently hugged her from behind, whispering in her ear, "If you like it here, you can come here often."
"Hmm, it feels completely different here compared to back home?"
"How so?"
"The buildings here are very distinctive, and there are many street performers; the artistic atmosphere is very strong."
"This is a characteristic of Europe; their architecture has a certain artistry and style. After you've chosen your wedding dress, I'll take you to places like the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, the Arc de Triomphe, Notre Dame Cathedral, and the Palace of Versailles. You'll be even more amazed then."
"Okay, then I definitely have to go see." Xiao Qianqian turned around to look at him with surprise, her eyes filled with joy and anticipation.
"Yes, I've contacted the designer. We'll rest at the hotel tonight and head to her design studio first thing tomorrow morning."
"Okay, whatever you say."
Ye Bosen rested his head on her shoulder; "Are you hungry? If you are, we can order food first, or we can go out for a walk."
"I'm a little hungry," Xiao Qianqian said, rubbing her stomach. Ye Bosen smiled, picked up the phone, and ordered food. Soon after, a beautifully presented French meal was laid out on the table. The two ate and chatted, enjoying the pleasant time.
After finishing her meal, Xiao Qianqian touched her stomach and smiled awkwardly; "I'm stuffed."
"Shall I take you for a walk?"
"May I?"
"Of course, I'll go with you wherever you want to go," Ye Bosen said affectionately.
"Okay, then I'd like to go for a walk."
"Let's go." Ye Bosen stood up first, walked to the sofa, picked up Xiao Qianqian's coat, and put it on her.
After they got dressed, Ye Bosen took Xiao Qianqian's hand and walked out of the hotel.
"Do you want to drive or just walk around nearby?" Ye Bosen asked Xiao Qianqian.
"Let's just take a walk around nearby, it's so late."
"good.'
Ye Bosen reached out and put his arm around her shoulder, then walked towards the street next to the hotel.
The two strolled along, whispering to each other. "Ah Sen, look, there's a street performer over there. Let's go check him out."
"good."
The two walked over and saw an old Frenchman sitting on a small stool with a violin on his lap, tapping his foot to the beat as he played and sang.
He wore a faded blue knitted hat and had a short, white beard, typical of French men.
Several young French people stood nearby watching the old man play a beautiful piece of country music, his playing full of passion.
Xiao Qianqian listened intently, her eyes sparkling.
Ye Bosen watched her focused expression, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up. When the song ended, the young people around applauded and cheered. Xiao Qianqian also clapped and took some euros from her wallet, putting them into the box in front of the old man.
The old man nodded gratefully to her, then said some words of blessing in French.
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