Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 706 Young Man Admires 51

Zhang Dingyu's protruding Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably. The wine he had just drunk seemed to be taking its toll on him. He sat on the sofa. Although the air conditioner was on, he felt very hot...

His gaze met her cold pupils, but it had no effect in cooling down the heat.

There were already many young boys and girls nearby who couldn't bear to watch any longer and turned their heads away with red ears.

Shit, it’s not like they haven’t seen real kissing before. Some students who are in premature love have even tried it themselves, but nothing like this. Just by looking at it, they feel hot all over. Could it be because both of them are too good-looking?

Only Chen Xin was still conscientiously using the stopwatch to calculate the three minutes.

However, he didn't dare to look directly at them, and only glanced at the two of them occasionally, resulting in no one noticing that Zhang Dingyu secretly covered Lingyao's fingers with his hand.

Lingyao, who felt all this, grabbed Zhang Dingyu's wrist with her backhand and tapped it a few times with her fingertips.

Like a reminder, but also like a warning.

The knocking made Zhang Dingyu's head buzz. When Chen Xin said the time was up, Zhang Dingyu immediately stepped back, stood up and went to the bathroom.

The students were so shocked by the scene that they were still in shock. Fortunately, Chen Xin was in charge and quickly warmed up the situation, which brought everyone's attention back to normal.

Zhang Dingyu went straight to the bathroom and turned on the faucet. A clear and transparent stream of water flowed down. Zhang Dingyu scooped up a handful of water, then another handful of water, and poured it all on his face. Finally, his face was almost submerged in the water in his hands.

When he raised his head, he saw himself in the mirror. His dark brows were all wet, and his eyelashes and chin were also covered in water, which rolled down.

Under his water-soaked collar, his chest was heaving violently.

Ah, Zhang Dingyu felt like she was about to die.

His heart was beating so fast, his head was dizzy, and his face was hot. He didn't know if this was due to the alcohol, so he poured ice water on his face again and again, trying to calm himself down.

After a few times, I realized that it had nothing to do with being drunk. The image of their lips touching each other that flashed through my mind countless times was the initiator and culprit of all this.

But Zhang Dingyu just wanted to confess his guilt and turn himself in.

She should have known about his despicable and out-of-bounds feelings.

He had not originally intended to let her know in this way, but it was like going with the flow, the first snow fell, the volcano erupted, and when everything accumulated to a certain extent, it could not wait for people to choose how and when to come.

But it comes suddenly at a certain outbreak point.

Zhang Dingyu leaned against the sink, almost solidifying into a sculpture. His thoughts raced, but the speed was so fast that his already overheated brain short-circuited. Finally, Zhang Dingyu took out his cell phone and clicked on the pinned chat box.

Type the next line of words.

[I have something to tell you, do you have time?] This time, Zhang Dingyu did not call her sister.

Sister, sister, he will never call them that again.

After sending the text message, Zhang Dingyu leaned against the sink with legs bent and waited quietly.

There was a decorative green plant standing next to him, and half of his body was hidden in the shadow of the tree. The sparse light fell on him through the leaves.

As Zhang Dingyu waited longer, his originally heated head gradually cooled down until it reached freezing point.

He is no longer at the age where he doesn't know anything, nor is he a fool. He can't even tell whether silence means rejection or acquiescence.

So, she was not prepared to listen to what he wanted to say.

She had sensed something and was not going to give him this chance.

......

Zhang Dingyu left, but the game had to continue. While organizing the game, Chen Xin kept an eye on Zhang Dingyu's whereabouts to see if he had come back.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, I don’t know how many rounds of the game had passed. Some of the people who were punished to drink more alcohol were already drunk and crazy. Zhang Dingyu then came back with a gloomy face and looked dispirited.

After he came back, he searched the crowd with his eyes. In the end, he didn't find the target he was looking for. His shoulders sank completely and he found a seat to sit down. After staring at the table for a while without really looking at it, he started drinking.

Chen Xin's heart skipped a beat. He just saw that not long after Zhang Dingyu went out, the sister also got up and went out.

This wouldn't be a confession failure...

Everyone had stopped playing games now, so Chen Xin simply sat over, nudged Zhang Dingyu's arm with his elbow, and asked in a low voice.

"What's wrong? What's going on?"

Zhang Dingyu sat a little to the side to avoid Chen Xin's elbow.

The drunken voice sounded a little hoarse: "Nothing."

Just like before, he didn't want to say anything, no matter how they asked, he wouldn't say it.

Lingyao, who was supposed to be at her seat, was in the bathroom, waiting for Mingyue to vomit while holding the toilet and shouting "handsome guy, add me on WeChat" while holding the toilet.

She placed the bag containing her cell phone on the vanity in the ladies' room.

As Mingyue was vomiting, she heard a girl sobbing softly from the sink, and the sounds of several footsteps.

"Oh, Shiqi, don't be sad. Maybe Zhang Dingyu is just playing a game."

Lingyao was originally looking at Mingyue with a distracted expression, but when her ear passed over the name, her gaze suddenly tightened.

The girls didn't stop talking.

Soon, a girl named Shiqi spoke in a crying voice.

"How is it possible? Zhang Dingyu would never do this to anyone... You don't know, when Sun Jialiang was punishing her, he was going to choose that girl, and then Zhang Dingyu's face turned dark in an instant, and she glared at Sun Jialiang behind the girl's back..."

Lingyao didn’t know who Sun Jialiang was, and she had no idea that Zhang Dingyu was glaring at someone behind her back.

Another girl also tried to persuade him: "But we can tell at a glance that girl is older than us. She must be a senior from university. She wouldn't be Zhang Dingyu..." But the girl didn't sound confident in the last sentence.

"But she is pretty, and... and..." Wang Shiqi didn't finish the rest of the sentence, and she felt that this girl had a temperament that none of them had.

That kind of temperament is hard to describe, perhaps it is the indifference, maturity and calmness of adults.

In short, she is very attractive. Not only boys but even girls can't help but be attracted to her.

Thinking of this, Wang Shiqi began to sob again.

In this situation, it is really difficult for Lingyao to just leave.

She waited inside until the two people outside finished crying, packed up and left, and the sound of their footsteps gradually faded away.

She then pulled Mingyue, who had turned into a puddle of mud, out.

He picked up the bag on the table and returned to the bar booth.

Over at the booth, Chen Xin saw Lingyao and felt like he had seen a savior. He rushed to Lingyao in two or three steps and clasped his hands together in worship.

"Sister, you are finally back. Go and take care of Zhang Dingyu. I think he is crazy."

Lingyao glanced at him sideways: "What's wrong with him?"

"You'll know when you see it." Chen Xin pushed Lingyao through the crowd and squeezed to Zhang Dingyu's side. He called away the student who was leaning next to Zhang Dingyu and let Lingyao go over.

He also helped Lingyao hand over the Mingyue in her hand, which was very sensible.

"Sister, please go quickly. I will keep an eye on the people for you. Don't worry."

"Thanks." It was the first time that Lingyao was arranged by a kid, but she didn't think there was anything wrong with it. She even thought that he was quite capable. If Chen Xin needed him, she could hire him to work in the company.

When she went over, there were already several empty bottles in front of Zhang Dingyu. Lingyao took a glance and saw that they were actually strong liquor.

Lingyao was standing, the light in front of his eyes was blocked, casting a shadow, and he seemed unconscious. His bony fingers were holding the wine bottle, and brown liquid gurgled from the bottle mouth into the glass.

With a thump, the bottle in his hand was empty again and he placed it on the table.

He raised his hand and was about to pick up the wine glass full of wine.

But his hand was stopped in mid-air.