When Su Ziceng flipped through the recruitnt newspaper for the third ti, Lin Ying ca back from outside.
"I have so fresh news for you. The florist shops along the Seine, a whole row of them, these past few days, have continuously hung fresh hyacinths at their doors, with the note ’Bao Qin, I love you,’ signed by Peter." Lin Ying, after all, is a young woman, and she holds great interest in such romantic deeds.
"Did the whole row put them up?" Su Ziceng was quite pleased with this effect. That night, she had inquired about Miss Bao Qin’s preferences under the guise of looking at flowers, pale blue hyacinths.
Bao Qin and Peter are quite common nas in France, now the whole of Paris, including the occasional tourists, are guessing who this romantic Peter and the fortunate Bao Qin are.
"Pale blue hyacinths, replaced daily, it seems they are waiting for Miss Bao Qin to co and collect them," Lin Ying previously had no particular fondness for hyacinths, but upon witnessing those rows of blue flowers swaying in the wind, she imdiately changed her mind.
"She will definitely see them," Su Ziceng didn’t know when Master Rang and Miss Bao Qin would visit that slow-food restaurant again and take another walk along the Seine, but she was sure that sooner or later they would find out.
"Are you still picking up that six o’clock call every day?" Lin Ying was used to Su Ziceng searching through the newspaper daily, then leaving the house at 5:30 pm to wait for a very important call.
"The one calling you must also be a very romantic man," Lin Ying said with an admiring tone, thinking about a man who would reliably call daily, co rain or shine, how hard it is, "If soone would do that for , I would definitely marry him."
Marry him? Su Ziceng was startled by Lin Ying’s words, she went daily to answer that call, but didn’t have many special thoughts about it. Even towards Pello, she didn’t have much of a special feeling now. After finding out about Qiao Chu and Ye Tina’s situation, her relationship with Pello did advance a step further, but she preferred to keep that feeling at its current level.
"If I marry him, wouldn’t that an I have to stay in France as a farr?" Su Ziceng pondered Lin Ying’s words, her mind also thinking about the flower shop’s abundant roses and rows of hyacinths; that kind of feeling didn’t seem too bad either.
"Do you really need to find a job around Champs Elysees?" Lin Ying couldn’t quite grasp Su Ziceng’s thought process; on one hand, she denied having feelings for that man who called every day, yet on the other hand, she insisted on finding a job within a reasonable distance from the phone booth.
"The amount I owe you in board and lodging could already buy a truckload of French bread," Su Ziceng helplessly flipped through the newspaper, "After failing in applying at Louis Vuitton, I dare not enter those grand shops anymore."
"Maybe you could check out the place where I work, but they don’t need more staff right now," Lin Ying’s clothing store where she worked was also near the Champs Elysees, not on the main street, but just a block away, and also closes around five, giving enough ti for Su Ziceng to pick up the call.
"ZARA?" Su Ziceng recalled the na Lin Ying had ntioned before. It seed to be a Spanish brand, "I’ve never bought clothes from there."
"What you are wearing now is from there," the designer outfit Su Ziceng had was put away, she was wearing commoner clothes bought by Lin Ying using her employee discount.
The fabric and tailoring were pretty good, most of them were designed in imitations of designer styles. Su Ziceng didn’t have much liking for these knock-off brands. She always felt such clothes were like mistresses, a form of plagiarism.
"Let’s see," Su Ziceng wasn’t sure if relying on others for food and livelihood was a form of cheating, but right now, no one was supervising her, and in three more days, she could return to Mo City.
"Right, I recently keep seeing a striking young man wandering around the square, holding a bouquet similar to the pink roses you brought," In the streets of Paris, there aren’t many Eastern faces, and even fewer good-looking ones, so Hang Yishao just standing there drew quite a bit of attention.
"I don’t like pink roses," Su Ziceng thought to completely dismiss both the image of Hang Yishao and those pink roses from her mind.
"I also don’t like them, not quite red, not quite white, neither proper in na nor in word, one should be like New, more pure," Lin Ying often talked about Sister Mu. Su Ziceng then rembered she should visit Master Rang or Miss Bao Qin again, as old generation designers in Paris, they might know so things about Sister Mu.
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