Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 1059 Angels Arrive 10

Zhong Yanchuan actually wanted to ask this question a long time ago.

But he didn't dare to ask before. After all, it was his greatest luck that the angel was willing to come to him. He couldn't hope that the angel would always be by his side.

That's too greedy.

Lingyao was really sleepy and thought that children really have a million questions.

She still closed her eyes and raised her lips: "Of course."

If the God of Wealth doesn’t stay with me, who else can he stay with!

Zhong Yanchuan got a satisfactory answer and finally felt relieved.

The next morning, Zhong Yanchuan was having breakfast with Lingyao, his legs swinging back and forth under the table, when there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Master, the master is back and he wants you to come over."

When Zhong Yanchuan heard the words of the maid outside the door, his legs that had been shaking suddenly stopped and the smile on his lips fell.

He wiped his mouth and hands, pursed his lips, and stood up to find Zhong Xiaochen.

Before opening the door and following the maid, he turned back with a straight lip line to look at Lingyao who was sitting in the room eating breakfast.

Lingyao was originally planning to go with him, but Zhong Yanchuan said no and asked her to continue eating breakfast.

He didn't make any mistakes during this period, so Zhong Xiaochen probably called him over just to have a conversation and wouldn't do anything to him.

Lingyao then sat down.

The maid saw Zhong Yanchuan kept looking back into the room, and was curious about what was in the young master's room. She couldn't help but look over, but she saw nothing.

The young master has been acting a little strange these past few days. Most of the time, whether he's out or indoors, he won't let anyone follow him and just lets them stand far away.

If you try to get closer, he will get angry and tell the servants to "go away."

He also gets angry.

After working here for so many years, they rarely saw the young master lose his temper, and most of the time he ignored people.

No matter what you say, he won't respond unless he is willing to reply to you.

Zhong Yanchuan closed the door of his room, lowered his head and followed the servant to the study where Zhong Xiaochen was.

As usual, the servant sent him to the door and did not go any further.

Zhong Yanchuan pushed open the door and walked in, and was greeted by the strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol.

In addition to Zhong Xiaochen, there was another person in the room.

A boy who looked about the same age as him.

He also has Chinese appearance, black eyes and black hair. He is wearing a very exquisite small suit with a bow tie at his collar. He sits next to Zhong Xiaochen and looks at him with a smile.

When Zhong Xiaochen saw him come in, he slightly moved the cigarette between his fingertips and moved it away from his lips.

She looked at him with half-lidded eyes and said lazily, "Come and get to know him. He will be your brother from now on and live here with you."

Zhong Yanchuan clenched his fists in an instant. He was too young and didn't understand why he felt such a surge of emotion in his heart at that moment.

If he were a little older, he might understand that the emotions that made him clench his fists and even turn his eyes red were anger and pain.

Zhong Xiaochen's forehead twitched when he saw Zhong Yanchuan's look.

He kicked the table in front of him, pushing it some distance away and almost hitting Zhong Yanchuan who was standing not far away.

"What the hell is that look in your eyes? Can't you hear me? Are you deaf or dumb?"

Zhong Yanchuan's eyes were red, and he was gritting his teeth, his gums trembling slightly.

The fingertips almost sank into the palm of my hand, causing excruciating pain.

He has always known that his parents are different from other people's parents.

My mother didn't like me, so she committed suicide after giving birth to me.

My father didn't like me either, so he beat and kicked me.

But no matter how much he knew, it did not prevent Zhong Xiaochen from telling him again and again from angles he could not imagine.

It turned out that he really didn't like him at all.

Not at all.

The boy looked about the same age as him, but he could actually sit next to him and even smile at him.

So, it’s not that his father doesn’t like children.

But I don't like him as a child.

Zhong Xiaochen felt uncomfortable when he was looked at by Zhong Yanchuan's naked gaze.

Why is this little bastard looking at him like that?

Everything he has, including his food, drink, and toilet needs, was given by him. Why should he look at him with such hatred?

"Fuck!" Zhong Xiaochen waved his hand and overturned everything on the table and smashed it to the ground. "You're just like your mother, an ungrateful idiot. No wonder your mother didn't want you and left me with this trouble."

After Zhong Xiaochen finished speaking, he slammed the door and went out.

The two children in the room were left staring at each other.

It was more than half an hour after he came out of the study. Zhong Yanchuan rubbed his eyes and tidied his clothes before walking back to his room.

The joy that he had been looking forward to for a few days was cut in half by what happened this morning, but it didn't matter, he was still half happy.

Fortunately, fortunately there is still this half of happiness, otherwise Zhong Yanchuan doesn’t know what to do.

He thought that when he saw Angel later, he would tell her about this, and then hug her and cry for a while to let her know that he was very, very sad.

She'd better go and beat Zhong Xiaochen up.

He thought that he must complain to his Angel and make Zhong Xiaochen regret doing this.

Zhong Yanchuan pushed open the door, and before he saw anyone, his mouth dropped.

"angel..."

But this time, no one responded to his shout.

Zhong Yanchuan suddenly had an inexplicable, bad premonition in his heart, like a sudden rising tide, rushing towards him.

He quickly quickened his pace and ran into the house through the bookshelves and wardrobes.

On the table, no.

At the piano, no.

On the sofa, no.

There was none in the bathroom or in any of the wardrobes.

Only half of the breakfast left on the table.

Zhong Yanchuan's eyes, which had just been red in front of Zhong Xiaochen, were suddenly filled with tears.

Soon it could no longer be contained and rolled down like beads with a broken string.

Tears were rolling down his cheeks, but his hands didn't stop moving. He not only opened the cabinets one by one to look through them, but he even lifted up the quilt on the bed and pushed open the corners of the sofa to check.

Still nothing.

While searching, he was standing on a stool and rummaging through the wardrobe, so his steps were too hurried that he accidentally fell down.

My knees and arms were severely scraped.

Zhong Yanchuan hugged his arms and wrists which were bleeding, and both the wound and his heart began to ache.

The pain was unbearable, and he fell to the ground, biting his lips and sobbing softly.

"Angel, you lied to me..."

He just sat on the ground until the servant who had been tasked with escorting him out today came and knocked on the door.

"Master, will we continue with today's itinerary?"

The servant who was driving waited for Zhong Yanchuan for a long time in the morning but he didn't come out, so he had to come up and ask if he still needed to go out.

He stood outside and waited for a long time, but there was no response from inside the house.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the door was opened.