My happy life in a courtyard house with triplets.

Chapter 509: Flying to Paris

After three days in South Africa, Ye Shuqin gradually became bored and said, "Honey, how about we go to the next place?"

Zhang Lei smiled and said, "We'll leave the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow we're going to the African savanna. You can come along too."

Upon hearing that they were going to the grasslands, Ye Shuqin immediately became interested: "Great! It's a good opportunity to take our daughter to see the natural scenery of Africa."

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Lei and his group drove seven or eight vehicles across the vast grassland. In the distance, giraffes strolled leisurely, and rhinos and hippos roamed by the water.

Ye Shuqin excitedly pointed into the distance and shouted to Zhang Lei, "Honey, look! A lion!"

Zhang Lei laughed and said, "If you like, I'll get you a few smaller ones to raise."

As soon as he finished speaking, his daughter Zhang Chengwan excitedly shouted, "Daddy, I want to raise a little lion!"

Zhang Lei looked at his daughter with doting eyes and smiled as he agreed, "Okay, if you want to raise them, we'll raise a pair."

With hunting rifles in hand, the convoy sped across the grassland. Two gunshots rang out, and soon a captive-bred deer was brought over. The group set up a fire and had a picnic right there.

(The people, objects, and animals mentioned above are all fictional and should not be confused with reality. Don't want to be locked up!)

For half a month, Zhang Lei and his group traveled throughout Africa, visiting one place after another. Zhang Lei felt a pang of heartache seeing his daughter's skin tanned slightly by the sun.

Looking at the vast but mostly barren and uncultivated land of Africa, perhaps it was his deep-seated passion for farming that made him make an arrangement—to directly relocate 100 million people to this continent and leave enough food for these 100 million people to eat for 20 years.

Zhang Lei entrusted Qian Duoduo with the heavy responsibility of resettling 100 million people, which made Qian Duoduo's eyes light up, as if wealth was overflowing before him.

With everything arranged, Zhang Lei finally boarded the private jet bound for Paris, France. Watching the increasingly smaller figures on the ground, he thought to himself, perhaps years from now, Qian Duoduo will truly be able to build a peaceful and powerful nation on this land.

The flight was rather dull, so Zhang Lei told Ye Shuqin to take her daughter to his personal space to rest. When Ye Shuqin came out of the space again, the plane had already landed, and the group was already in Paris.

If you were to ask what France is most famous for, it would undoubtedly be perfume.

The group first arrived at the foot of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. Zhang Lei couldn't help but casually remark, "From afar, the tower looks big; up close, it's a giant iron tower. But upon closer inspection, holy crap, it's just a lump of iron."

Zhang Lei was extremely satisfied with his "impromptu creation" statement.

Ye Shuqin covered her face, feeling ashamed, and quickly pulled Zhang Lei away.

Soon, the two arrived at the shopping paradise that women love most.

Zhang Lei watched as Ye Shuqin took out the black card he had given her, and her only action throughout was to buy, buy, buy.

Zhang Lei couldn't help but recall that famous saying: "My drops, my drops, it's all my drops!"

Perfume, bags, clothes—she bought up all sorts of fashionable items. No wonder people say that women and children's money is the easiest to earn, especially since her own woman is now a genuine millionaire.

Five hours later, Zhang Lei, seeing the robots piled up to the point of almost smoking, quickly stopped Ye Shuqin's shopping spree: "Shuqin, there's plenty of time. If you really like it, we can stay in France for ten days or half a month, and you can buy whatever you want. Take a break today."

Ye Shuqin thought for a moment and nodded: "Alright then."

Soon after, the group moved on to Notre Dame Cathedral, where they listened to an opera and then visited an art exhibition at the Louvre.

Standing in front of the Mona Lisa, gazing at that famous smile, Zhang Lei couldn't tell whether the painting before him was the original or a reproduction. He considered himself an art ignoramus, simply joining in the fun.

As Zhang Lei was leaving, he saw a particularly outrageous place—a perfume museum had been built there, ostensibly to "the culture of smell."

In the past two weeks, Zhang Lei's family did only one thing—buy.

Zhang Lei noticed that his daughter was also following Ye Shuqin's example and becoming interested in cosmetics, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Is this just a woman's nature?"

Soon, his lodgings were overflowing with his spoils, so Zhang Lei had no choice but to mail all the clothes, hats, shoes, and bags he had bought back home.

Soon after, the group arrived in Italy.

Looking at the Leaning Tower of Pisa, Zhang Lei couldn't help but wonder: Will this thing really not collapse?

Before he knew it, he saw his daughter trying to climb up the tower, using both her hands and feet. Zhang Lei rushed to stop her, but it was too late; the little girl's hand slapped against the tower with a "smack."

The Leaning Tower of Pisa appeared to have tilted even more.

Zhang Lei reacted quickly, picking up his daughter and leaving to prevent the child from being blamed if she fell.

Zhang Chengwan looked at Zhang Lei with a wronged expression.

Zhang Lei looked at his daughter helplessly and said, "Girl, don't you know how strong you are? You're not a two or three-year-old anymore, do you know what you're doing?"

Zhang Chengwan smiled and said, "Daddy, I know. Don't you trust your daughter?"

Zhang Lei dared not disbelieve, and quickly smiled apologetically, "I believe you, I believe you! Come on, Dad will take you to buy some good food. What do you want to eat?"

Zhang Chengwan pinched her round little belly and said seriously, "I think I've lost a little weight recently, so let's try some delicious Italian food."

Looking at this doting father, Ye Shuqin couldn't help but laugh and said, "Finally, someone can handle you."

Zhang Lei raised his eyebrows smugly: "My daughter deserves to be pampered by me."

Ye Shuqin looked at him: "What about Zhang Chengyu?"

Zhang Lei didn't react for a moment: "Who?"

Ye Shuqin slapped him lightly, annoyed: "Your eldest son! How could you forget this?"

Zhang Lei chuckled awkwardly, "I didn't forget, I didn't forget. I'm used to calling you 'Boss,' so I couldn't remember your real name... What was it again?"

Ye Shuqin snapped, annoyed, "Zhang Chengyu! How many sons' names can you even remember?"

Zhang Lei opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Ye Shuqin shook her head helplessly: "You only have your daughter in your eyes, don't you?"

Zhang Lei quickly reassured him, "How could that be? You still have your wife."

Ye Shuqin was amused by him: "At least you still have a conscience. Oh well, if our son can't remember, he can't remember. Anyway, there are so many, I can't remember them all either."

The family chatted and laughed as they went to eat pasta.

Meanwhile, in the land of kangaroos, thousands of miles away, Zhang Chengyu is diligently studying various etiquettes and knowledge.

He was the eldest son in his family and wanted his parents and siblings to live well, so he felt he had to take on the responsibility of being the eldest son.

But for some reason today, he kept yawning.

Zhang Chengyu touched himself and scratched his head. He clearly didn't have a cold, so why was he so sleepy?

The etiquette teacher standing nearby spoke sternly: "Young master, watch your posture."

Zhang Chengyu immediately composed himself and obediently straightened his posture.