Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 1060 Angels Arrive 11

Zhong Yanchuan in the room was wearing a small suit with a bra clip on his chest.

In contrast to his gentlemanly and handsome clothes, his face and eyes were a little red and swollen. Although his little face still had the same serious and upright expression as before, it was not difficult to see that he was not in a good mood.

But the driver, who was a servant, did not ask any questions. He just thought that Zhong Yanchuan was sad because he was scolded by Zhong Xiaochen today.

But he was also a little surprised. After all, he didn't react so strongly when Zhong Xiaochen called him over to give him a lecture.

Oh, the servant remembered again, maybe it was because today was the young master’s birthday.

The master seemed to have forgotten the young master's birthday and even scolded him.

Sometimes these servants would also feel sorry for the young master.

But no one dared to meddle.

After all, in the Zhong family, their salaries are paid by Mr. Zhong, not the young master.

No matter who you offend, you can never offend your husband.

As for the young master, although he is not loved by his biological father, the money and property he can inherit in the future are innumerable. Servants like them who have to work for others have even less reason to sympathize with him.

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The car drove slowly towards the amusement park.

Zhong Yanchuan sat in the car holding the straw hat that Lingyao had made for him in the orchard that day.

It rains a lot in London, and even today, one of the few times a year when Zhong Yanchuan has the chance to go out, it is raining.

The drizzle fell down the car window like a dense net.

Zhong Yanchuan held the straw hat in his hand and felt a tightness in his chest.

He raised his hand to press the car window, but was quickly stopped by the servant driving in front.

"Master, it's raining outside. Be careful not to catch a cold if the rain falls on you."

Although it was raining, there were many people on the streets of London without umbrellas.

However, Londoners are used to the rainy weather in London, but Zhong Yanchuan is different. He has lived in the manor for a long time and rarely goes out. He is likely to catch a cold if he gets caught in the rain.

Zhong Yanchuan felt the icy rain hitting his face like ice mist. At that moment, he did not feel cold, but comfortable.

She also always felt cold all over.

Does it rain often in Angel's home?

At the servant's reminder, Zhong Yanchuan raised his hand and closed the window, leaving only a gap to let in the damp and cool air outside the car.

His chest felt stuffy and he felt like he would suffocate without fresh air.

It took almost an hour to drive to the amusement park that Zhong Yanchuan had booked.

It's raining today, so not many people come here to play.

Zhong Yanchuan took the ticket and sat down on the bench outside the ticket gate.

He didn't allow anyone to follow him, and he held a pure black umbrella, while the servant who followed him was in the car.

Zhong Yanchuan sat alone on that bench from the misty drizzle to the rain stopping, and then to the rain falling again.

The image of the little boy dressed like a gentleman, sitting on a bench holding a black umbrella, is like a frame from a movie that will be replayed and rewatched over and over again.

The servant sitting in the car was afraid that Zhong Yanchuan would catch a cold if he sat for too long and would be held accountable. Although he thought that Mr. Zhong would not care about such things, he was still worried about what might happen.

So he went forward and put a coat on Zhong Yanchuan.

He only discovered it when he approached with his coat.

Their young master was actually crying.

Her small shoulders were trembling slightly, and the ticket in her hand was half wet from the rain that had sneaked in through the umbrella.

The other half was wet with his tears.

He cried silently.

The servants watched and felt pity for him.

After putting the coat on Zhong Yanchuan, he couldn't help but speak softly.

"Master, are you waiting for a friend? Is he late? Do you remember his contact information? Do you want me to call him?"

Zhong Yanchuan wiped the tears from his face and swallowed for a while before speaking.

"no need."

He didn't have her contact information.

No one could find her.

Zhong Yanchuan had always been happy because he could see angels while others could not.

But now, he was sad because now, there was no one in this world except the angel in his memory.

There is no trace of angels in other people and in real life. Even if I were the FBI, I couldn't find any trace of her.

It was Zhong Yanchuan’s birthday, and he spent the whole day sitting alone in the amusement park.

After returning home, I had a low fever for three more days.

The servants who took care of him when he was sick often heard the young master talking nonsense when he had a fever.

What angel?

They just thought he was confused by the fever and saw the angel.

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When Lingyao opened her eyes, she saw the half-eaten burrito in her hand, as well as the particularly modern table and decoration style.

I couldn't help but curse.

Please give her a reasonable explanation!

Unfortunately, Bao Fu was not there, and the time of each wear was too coincidental. Ling Yao couldn't help it, so she grabbed the pillow on the sofa next to her and pounded it a few times.

The housekeeper, who had just come down from the second floor and was about to go to the kitchen to get lunch for the eldest young master, saw Lingyao who suddenly became irritable.

The two looked at each other.

Butler: Crazy?

Lingyao: Got it.

The butler stared at Lingyao for a few seconds, then walked around her and went to the kitchen to get lunch. But when he walked to Lingyao, he was stopped by Lingyao.

"Let me help you deliver it."

The butler avoided Lingyao's outstretched hand, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

"Miss Fu, with your cooking skills, you can just be responsible for the young master's breakfast every day. You don't have to worry about the rest."

"By the way, Miss Fu, I remind you that you were sent here by the master. As long as you don't overstep the boundaries, the master won't kick you out, but he won't be too polite to you either. If you don't want to force our master to kick you out, you'd better behave yourself."

As he said that, he took his lunch and went upstairs, avoiding Lingyao.

But Lingyao didn't stop him.

After all, when I stopped him just now, I didn't really want to take over the delivery job, but to check the password and steps required to go to the second floor.

Seeing that Lingyao didn't stop him, the housekeeper didn't follow him.

I thought Lingyao understood what I meant.

So I took my lunch upstairs with confidence.

On the second floor, the housekeeper opened the door and placed all the lunch on the table before speaking to Zhong Yanchuan who was sitting in front of the monitor.

"Master, the food is ready."

Zhong Yanchuan then shifted his gaze away from the surveillance monitor.

The housekeeper also saw the footage from the surveillance camera.

The scene now cuts to the living room. Miss Fu, who had just finished her meal, is sitting on the sofa with a pen in her hand. There is a piece of paper and a torn calendar on the table.

The pen was writing and drawing on the calendar and paper. The camera was not zoomed in, so the butler could not see what was written on the paper.

I saw Zhong Yanchuan pushing his wheelchair to the dining table and picking up his chopsticks.

The butler hesitated for a moment, then told Lingyao what happened today when she stopped him.

"Miss Fu seems to want to come upstairs today. Last time, Miss Fu heard you coming downstairs and stayed in the living room in an offensive manner. Do you need to find an opportunity to send her away?"