The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 398 0398. The Land of Romance, France (17)

During the long flight journey, Zhuang Xinian had only two things to do while sitting on the plane.

First, look at the clouds outside from the window, but it is easy to get dizzy if you look at it for a long time.

Second, sleep, this is a very test of sleep skills.

Zhuang Xinian chose the second one.

Although I don't know whether Zhuang Xinian's sleep skills are good or not, but how should I put it, she arrived at the airport in France after two nights of sleep.

Yes, they landed.

The little girl woke up at a very precise time. Almost as soon as the plane landed, Zhuang Xinian opened her eyes. After being blindfolded for a while, she stretched out her hand and rubbed her big watery eyes, mumbling and asking, "Dad, we Reached?"

Father Zhuang unbuckled his seat belt, touched his daughter's head, "Yes, we're here."

After landing, Zhuang's father turned on his mobile phone to communicate, and the WeChat message jumped out.

Click to open it, and it is my old friend here who came to pick up the plane.

The plane stopped and could go, but Dad Zhuang didn't move.

Just after the shutdown, most people wanted to go down, but it is still too crowded and it is inconvenient to take things.

When the people were almost gone, Zhuang's father stood up, let his daughter come out first, took out the luggage bag from the upper cabinet, and took his daughter's hand to get off the plane.

The weather in France is, in fact, cold in one word.

So after the little girl got off the plane and shivered for a while, she was almost able to adapt.

She is wearing fleece clothes, not afraid of the cold.

They can't leave after getting off the plane, their suitcases are still in the check-in area.

Zhuang's father is holding the pink and soft cute little girl. This is a combination of the handsome uncle and the cute loli!
Although foreigners can't tell the faces of Chinese people very clearly, their temperament can still be seen, and their cuteness is also similar.

Zhuang's father has been immersed in the art of painting all year round. The elegant and romantic temperament of a Chinese is still very conspicuous among the French who are known for their romance.

As for the little girl, let alone, she was pretty cute in the first place, and the pink and tender skirt on her body was even more eye-catching.

After waiting for a while at the check-in counter, they got their suitcases, one belonging to Zhuang's father and one belonging to a little girl.

So in order to pull two suitcases, Zhuang's father has no hands to free to hold his little baby.

Zhuang's father stood there thinking for a while, then squatted down and said to his baby, "Nian Nian, would you like to try the feeling of sitting on a suitcase?"

Zhuang Xinian tilted her head and thought about it, then nodded cheerfully, "Okay!"

Then, Zhuang's father pulled a small suitcase with one hand and pushed a large suitcase with the other, and walked slowly all the way out of the airport.

After leaving the airport, he shivered again. Father Zhuang stopped and looked around, but he didn't see his old friend. When he took out his mobile phone to make a call, his clothes were suddenly pulled.

Then he heard the voice of his precious daughter saying, "Dad! Look over there! There is a little brother holding our pick-up sign!"

As a loyal fan of her father, Zhuang Xinian naturally knew what her father's signature was on the painting, so she saw the young boy standing by the railing coolly holding a sign, and a tall man standing next to him Uncle.

Zhuang's father heard the words and looked over, smiled, raised his hand and waved towards that side.

(End of this chapter)