Chapter 864 864: Going To Osaka



"It's only a pity that I have only one shirt on me, or I'll give it to you?"

It was summer, and it was impossible for him to carry a coat with him like in spring and autumn.

The two were very close, and Joseph's breath fell on her cheek, mixed with the cool air, and became warm, so comfortable that she did not want to move. She smiled lazily. "The stewardess would like to."

Along the way, there were a lot of flight attendants who served him assiduously.

When Joseph heard her words, he could not help touching her head, as if caressing a small cat, "Sleep for a while."

Irish bit her lip and smiled.

****

It was seven hours after the plane arrived at Osaka Haneda Airport. Irish could not stand the jet lag, but Joseph looked fine, which had much to do with his usual working habits.

Some people picked them up, and there was a welcome ceremony.

Irish had been on the plane for more than ten hours, so her head was dizzy, coupled with jet lag. When she got back to the hotel, she couldn't leave bed.

Joseph rested for a while, adjusted the jet lag, and showered.

During this period, the phone rang countless times.

On the last ring, Irish really cannot help holding up his mobile phone to hit the bathroom door. Joseph just finished the bath, opened the door, and Irish, like dead fish stuck to the wall, complained, "Your mobile phone is annoying. You really should bring Daisy."

Joseph could not help but laugh. Who would bring an assistant on his honeymoon?

He rubbed her head hard, took her shoulder in one hand, and answered the phone in the other.

Irish could imagine it was business. He hugged her back to the bed, and she lay there motionlessly. Vaguely it was the voice of Joseph, who spoke French very well and was more demagoguery than speaking English.

After he finished talking about his work, he changed his clean clothes and planned to go outside.

Irish was confused, only feeling his big hand caressing his cheek, itchy, and she could not help humming. He smiled, "You can take a break, and I'll be back soon after I'm done finishing it."

This tone of voice reminds Irish of the kid who was left home. And parents told their children to play with toys at home, and once Mom and Dad worked as done, they would immediately return.

"What a nuisance." She turned her head over.

Joseph was stunned and asked her. "Why do you have such a feeling?"

Irish did not open her eyes and murmured, "I like to hear you speak English."

"What?" He still spoke to her in English, patted her on the ass symbolically with his big hand, and got up. 

"Well..." Irish grabbed his arm at once.

"Are you really leaving?"

Joseph was stunned. "What's the matter?"

"Then leave me alone at the hotel?" Irish suddenly felt a little lonely.

Joseph's heart softened as soon as he heard this, but there was nothing he could do about it. He thought about it and took out his wallet. "You can hang out around here and keep your phone on."

Irish took his wallet and shook it. "Give me the whole wallet?"

Joseph gently smiled. "It seems that this is the only way to make you less boring."

"That's true." Irish didn't feel a headache at once, sat up, and opened his wallet, which contained many foreign currencies, as well as neat bank cards.

"Alright, you go."

Joseph was speechless.

"Call me if you need anything." He gave a word of advice.

Irish nodded.

When he came out of the bedroom, she stopped him and shook the wallet at him. "Hey, can you give me back the picture of me when I was a kid?" The picture he had always contained in his wallet moved her, but she deliberately wanted to ignore it.

But when the feeling of pressure on her mind became stronger, Irish could not help but mention it.

Joseph stopped, laughing, "The picture in my wallet is mine."

"You're a thief. I didn't agree with it. You violated my portrait rights." Irish retorted.

Unexpectedly, Joseph was very kind to remind her, "Even you, I can infringe and not mention the right to portraits."

Irish stared straight. "Why didn't I find you had this fetishism before? Put a picture of a little girl in your wallet, and someone will think it's your daughter!" 

"Someone? Who could have looked at my wallet?" He asked back.

Irish was speechless. Yes, who could touch his wallet?

"You might as well change my present picture." With that, she was a little embarrassed.

She always found it strange for a big man to have pictures of his girlfriend or wife in his wallet, let alone a chauvinist like Joseph. But sometimes, she thought it to be romantic.

Joseph did not understand the romantic essence and smiled. "I think you were cuter when you were a kid than you are now."

"When I was a child, I was lovely, but now I am beautiful." Irish rolled her eyes at him, "It seems that you saw me when I was a kid."

Joseph just smiled and did not speak. A long time later, he meaningfully replied, "At least I fell in love with you at first sight when you were a child."

And Irish would not think about it so deeply. She grabbed a pillow and threw it over to him, "Then you quickly paid scientists to study the time machine, so you can cross back to find me when I was a child!"

****

Tokyo was not an exciting city, at least for Irish, who was fond of human culture. However, this kind of commercial city was almost the same all over the world.

She made a simple stroll and did not find the desired object, but found the facial mask that Cassie wanted. In one breath, she ordered a lot. In view of the immediate flight to Osaka, Irish left Cassie's address to the shopkeeper and let the shopkeeper mail international express to her. 

It was almost time for her to leave. Irish was tired. When Joseph called, she was in the cafe near the hotel. Joseph asked her the address, said he came to see her and asked her not to go around.

In less than fifteen minutes, a car parked in the cafe parking space, and through the window, Irish saw Joseph.

This moment reminded her of waiting for him at the cafe when she was in South Africa, and then he said, your coffee was cold, so drink mine.

In the twinkling of an eye, they went through too much.

There was also a man with Joseph, slightly brown curly hair and a shaved clean chin, with a strong body. It was a typical American look, so who was this person?

Just thinking about it, Irish saw the two come in.

Joseph introduced, "This is Ry Strnd. He is a medical doctor."