Bringing the system to be a little ancestor in the 80s

Chapter 230 Celebrating Qiao Sisi's Birthday
Half an hour later, Qiao Sisi's cell phone rang again.

After she connected, Lu Sibei's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Go downstairs, I'm downstairs at the Park Hyatt Hotel."

"What?" Qiao Sisi was surprised.

"How did you know I was here?"

"My mom called me."

Qiao Sisi: ... Aunt Gu really never asks other people's opinions.

"But...I'm working overtime now." Qiao Sisi said.

Lu Sibei laughed, who isn't working overtime?
"You should always eat a birthday cake on your birthday. Don't worry, just finish the work at hand. I'll wait for you downstairs."

Qiao Sisi hesitated for a while: "Alright then."

Qiao Sisi really went downstairs after finishing her work. It was almost eleven o'clock at this time.

Downstairs, a Bentley parked there, saw her get down, and opened the window halfway.

Lu Sibei was not angry because he had waited too long, on the contrary, he had a smile on his lips, somewhat casual and lazy.

Say hello like an old friend meeting: "Get in the car?"

Qiao Sisi stepped forward, opened the car door, and sat in the co-pilot.

While driving the car, Lu Sibei asked her, "Where should I go?"

Lonely and widowed, it seems inappropriate to go to his place.

"Have you eaten yet?" He asked Qiao Sisi.

Qiao Sisi rubbed her rumbling stomach: "Eh, I'm busy working overtime, so I don't seem to have eaten yet."

"Qiao Sisi, tell me that you have eaten well these few days."

"Forehead……"

Qiao Sisi choked for a moment, what does it mean to have a good meal?
I ate five meals in three days, three of which were breakfasts delivered to my door by the hotel, and two were instant noodles. Is this considered a good meal?

The car drove into the fifth arrondissement of Paris and stopped in front of a log-style restaurant.

This restaurant is not very easy to book. Qiao Sisi made a reservation after watching Lu Sibei make a few phone calls in the car. She didn't know who it was, and she was able to make a temporary reservation here.

The arrogance of the restaurant naturally has the capital of arrogance. At least, the scenery here is excellent. Sitting by the window, you can just see the panoramic view of Notre Dame Cathedral and the Seine River.

Lu Sibei proficiently ordered dishes with the waiter in French.

He asked Qiao Sisi if she had any preferences or taboos.

Qiao Sisi said, no, she can eat everything.

Lu Sibei told her that the famous dishes here are Royal Dublin Bay prawns and country veal sweetbreads, maybe you can try them.

Qiao Sisi said yes.

He said: "It's so late, can I give you some milk for the drink? This way I can sleep well at night."

He is meticulous and thoughtful, if Qiao Sisi retorts, he will seem a little ignorant.

The biggest feature of French cuisine is that it is slow.

But fortunately, there are beautiful night scenes and soothing music. They can sit opposite each other and talk slowly.

To be honest, my nerves were tense during this period, and it was rare to have such a relaxed time.

Lu Sibei took out the cake he bought for her.

"I'm sorry, I just learned that all the cakes need to be made fresh, and there are only this kind of small cakes."

He took out a cupcake. French pastries are world famous for their exquisiteness, but this cake was ridiculously small.

Lu Sibei put a small candle on the cake.

The lights in the restaurant were dim, and the warm yellow light of the candles reflected on the faces of the two people.

Qiao Sisi watched the candlelight flickering on Lu Sibei's face, the light and dark interlaced, adding a bit of the charm of the dark night to his appearance.

He looked into her eyes, even though there was only a small cake, he still said to her seriously: "Little Qiao Sisi, I wish you a happy birthday."

Looking at his appearance, Qiao Sisi's pupils flickered, and she was fascinated for a while.

Then Lu Sibei took out a box of chocolates.

"Sorry, it's too late now, the shops are closed, I only have this box of chocolates, I'll make it up for you as a birthday present first."

Qiao Sisi said, "It's okay, I like chocolate too."

Lu Sibei: "Then if, let me tell you, this box of chocolates was delivered by the gas station when I refueled, would you like it more?"

Qiao Sisi: ...

She was almost touched and said.

Emotion terminator, Lu Sibei.

Just at this time, the pianist on the stage just finished playing, and the audience applauded.

He said, "Let me play you a piano. It's a cheap gift."

"Can you still play the piano?" Qiao Sisi looked at the furnishings of his room.

"I thought you liked playing the guitar," she said.

"Knows a little bit, miscellaneous but not refined, and it's fun to do."

As he spoke, he went to the stage and had a brief conversation with the pianist.

The pianist got up to let him, and he nodded slightly at her to express his thanks.

Qiao Sisi looked at Lu Sibei on the stage, he was confident and calm, he was polite and gentlemanly, the slightly dim light of the restaurant fell on him, making him even more extravagant.

He sat down and tapped the keys with his pretty fingers, each syllable smooth and soothing.

He played and sang the song "Dream Wedding", which Qiao Sisi often heard her mother play at home.

Lu Sibei is really humble, how can he be miscellaneous but not refined?
At least this one, he played much better than the pianist.

Qiao Sisi often listened to her mother play at home, so there was a comparison, and it seemed that Lu Sibei was even better.

Someone like him seems to be born to play the piano.

It should be on the stage, it should be the center of attention, it should be glamorous, it should belong to all good things.

It is such a person, even the chicken feathers in the house can't dampen his excellence, and the noisy and chaotic dust on the construction site can't cover up his brilliance.

He is Zhuo Zhuo Chunyue Liu, a solemn Song Xiafeng, a young man in white who is also mad, chivalrous and gentle.

It was just a song, and many people in the restaurant applauded him.

Qiao Sisi couldn't help applauding him too.

She picked up the cupcake on the table and took a bite, the sweet taste spread in her mouth.

The moonlight on the banks of the Seine was gentle, and the man in front of her walked slowly towards her.

He and the moonlight are rare and beautiful in the world.

**
After this meal, there are still two days until the competition, Qiao Sisi can't delay for a minute.

Finally, the work was completed on the day of the competition.

It can be regarded as a narrow encounter, but unfortunately, I met the Spanish contestant backstage.

The Spanish contestant took another look at the model next to Qiao Sisi, and said mockingly, "Huaxia model?"

Qiao Sisi asked, "What happened to the Huaxia model?"

"It's nothing, but you should know that there are very few Asian faces on the world stage, and your works are not competitive, but I thought that you would at least try to please the models a little bit."

When Qiao Sisi heard this, her anger surged up.

The employees next to me couldn't understand Spanish, and they didn't know that they communicated a lot, so they all came around and asked.

"what happened?"

"What did she tell you?"

Qiao Sisi didn't want to affect morale at this time, so she endured the anger after all.

"No...nothing," she replied.

(End of this chapter)