jdhmnovel Chapter 1061 Angels Arrive 12
Chapter 1061 Angels Arrive 12
It’s not like Mr. Zhong had not given women to the eldest young master before. Not to mention women, he had even given men to him.
Mr. Zhong has been trying to restore his relationship with the eldest young master in this way over the years.
But Mr. Zhong still doesn't understand the eldest young master, and this method will only make the eldest young master more disgusted.
Besides, there is no way the young master will reconcile with the gentleman.
However, all the people who were sent there before were returned by the eldest young master.
Either they were driven away by finding some fault, or they were scared away.
This Miss Fu has been able to stay here for the longest time.
Oh, no, it seems that there was someone who had stayed with the eldest young master for a little longer, but perhaps because of his old age, the butler could no longer remember who that person was.
Hearing the housekeeper's words, Zhong Yanchuan paused with the chopsticks in his hand.
After a long silence, only two words fell.
"Need not."
in the living room.
Lingyao proofread the numbers written on the calendar and white paper with her pen.
The first time she went through, she only stayed for one night and returned the next day.
The day she traveled through time was the first day she was sent to Zhong Yanchuan.
That is August 3rd.
The day I put it back on seemed to be August 4th.
The second time I went through was on August 7th, three days after I had stayed here.
The second time I put it on was today, which is August 15th.
When she crossed over, it was August 7th, one week and one day later than August 15th.
Lingyao looked back and forth between these numbers, but couldn't see anything specific.
The best explanation I can give is that the time I traveled back in time and the time I traveled back in time seem to overlap one by one on the timeline.
But this does not mean that we can infer when she will go through it again and come back again.
Lingyao threw the pen away angrily.
She doesn’t want to play anymore, so she goes to find the God of Wealth.
Oh, right, she was just counting the days and only now suddenly noticed that today is August 15th.
Isn’t that Zhong Yanchuan’s birthday?
Since he couldn't celebrate his birthday over there, let's make it up to him now.
Lingyao watched the housekeeper carry down the used plates and bowls.
The housekeeper usually goes out after delivering meal to Zhong Yanchuan.
He didn't come back until the afternoon.
Lingyao sat on the sofa and pretended to be watching a TV series. After watching the housekeeper leave, she sneaked to the elevator to the second floor.
She entered the password according to the numbers in the housekeeper's memory. Fortunately, Zhong Yanchuan didn't like to be disturbed, so when he sat in the big villa, there was basically no one walking around except when cleaning.
Lingyao didn't have to avoid the crowd's sight to go up.
The elevator dinged.
Lingyao went upstairs.
This was her first time setting foot on the second floor. Compared with her residence on the third floor, the area on the second floor was obviously larger and more luxurious.
The entire second floor, which covers an area of several hundred square meters, has only one room door.
Lingyao no longer had to look for Zhong Yanchuan's residence among the many rooms.
At this time, the door of the room was still half open.
Lingyao walked towards the half-open door of the room.
As soon as one foot stepped on the line dividing the room and the corridor, a round black hole appeared at her heart.
Lingyao looked at Zhong Yanchuan, who was sitting in a wheelchair opposite her with a gun pointed at her, and exclaimed in her heart, “Oh my god!”
But on the surface, she remained calm.
He took a step forward along the line slowly and steadily.
He also reminded him: "Be careful of accidental discharge."
Zhong Yanchuan's eyes were cold, but he didn't put his hand down.
"I should be the one saying this. If Miss Fu doesn't stop, she'll have to be careful about the fire."
Okay, you are stronger because you have hot weapons.
Lingyao had not originally planned to move forward, after all, she couldn't push the other person too hard at once.
Although she slept in the same room with 8-year-old Zhong Yanchuan yesterday, so many years have passed and perhaps he doesn't remember her at all.
Besides, "I" was sent by Zhong Xiaochen, so naturally I didn't expect to get close to him in a short time.
Lingyao suddenly took out two pieces of paper from her hand.
The invitation to the amusement park that she had just drawn up on the spur of the moment.
She had already booked the e-ticket on her mobile phone in advance, but the paper tickets were not sent in time, so she had to draw two herself, using the same draft paper.
The lines drawn on the paper are not of very good quality, but they are very good and you can tell at a glance that it is a work of art.
Lingyao handed the two pieces of paper to Zhong Yanchuan.
"I've booked two tickets for the amusement park. Are you free? Let's go together."
Zhong Yanchuan's eyes fell on the two tickets.
The fingers that were originally holding the gun loosened slightly, and his eyes were dazed for a moment.
He stared at the two hand-drawn tickets, and suddenly some images flashed through his mind, but before he could grasp them, those images quickly flew away.
Zhong Yanchuan frowned, his head began to throb with pain, and his raised hands were shaking.
After mustering up his last bit of strength, he said to Lingyao, "Get out," and then curled up in pain, holding his head.
Lingyao didn't leave, but raised her hand to close the door and turned off the lights in the room.
She had guessed from the rules that Zhong Yanchuan had set during this period as mentioned by the housekeeper that he might be suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder.
When the disease breaks out, he is very afraid of light. A dark and closed environment can give him a sense of security and provide him with appropriate comfort.
After Lingyao finished all this, she walked up again.
He snatched the object that could easily go off from Zhong Yanchuan's hand and placed it on the table beside him.
Zhong Yanchuan didn't expect that this woman had actually practiced it.
Just these two moves are not something that ordinary people can perform.
Lingyao put down the gun and controlled Zhong Yanchuan who was having an attack.
He touched his face, which was already beginning to sweat.
The voice softened.
"Where's the medicine?"
Zhong Yanchuan bit his lip and had no intention of speaking.
Lingyao touched his cheeks twice again with heartache.
Her words were not so gentle: "If you don't tell me, I will look it up myself." You can't blame her if she looks up something she shouldn't.
Upon hearing this, Zhong Yanchuan glared at Lingyao fiercely.
Unfortunately, because he was having a seizure, that glance had no deterrent effect at all.
In the end, Zhong Yanchuan told Lingyao the location of the medicine.
Lingyao brought the medicine and some warm water.
Help the person take the medicine.
After Zhong Yanchuan had an attack of illness and took medicine, he lost all his strength. Although the pain was gone, he also didn't feel anything.
My head feels dizzy.
It was not until Lingyao raised her hand and picked him up from the wheelchair that he suddenly struggled.
Although his legs had lost all feeling, being held in this man's arms made the blood rush backwards through his body.
How dare she, how could she?
How could she...
Doesn't she feel disgusted?
In the end, Zhong Yanchuan lay down on the bed in Lingyao's arms like a dead fish.
There is sadness in my heart, and also the self-abandonment caused by others seeing my flaws.
He also turned his eyes away to avoid Lingyao's sight.
But Lingyao doesn't have so many twists and turns.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping the cold sweat from his head with a tissue.
Zhong Yanchuan closed his eyes and his hearing became clear.
He heard the girl whisper in his ear.
"Zhong Yanchuan, don't worry, I will help you stand up again."
Her voice was light but firm, making people want to believe her unconsciously.