Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 1105 Angels Descend 56 (The End)

So while handling company affairs with his injured leg, he also used every available resource to find her.

A month later, he received the document that belonged to her.

The person in the photo was thinner and more youthful than the woman he remembered.

Her eyes looked somewhat timid as she looked at the camera.

Zhong Yanchuan glanced at the photo and immediately knew that the person in it was definitely not her.

Or rather, this face is hers, this identity is hers, but the person is not her.

Zhong Yanchuan went to her place to see it in person.

The girl had just returned from work, carrying two bags of discounted bread and wearing clothes that didn't fit her well.

Zhong Yanchuan glanced at it and then left.

Later, he found people to transfer money to the girl's card one after another.

Although she is not herself, perhaps one day she will appear...

Zhong Yanchuan held onto this thought and kept waiting, waiting for her to take the initiative to find him.

Because he didn't know when Lingyao would appear.

Or perhaps, it will never happen.

As he waited, Zhong Yanchuan began to have various dreams that were both real and completely different from reality.

His fragmented dreams were like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, piecing together another version of his life.

And in this life pieced together, he saw her again.

It turns out that when she said she was in a relationship with her future boyfriend, she was referring to him in this timeline.

It turns out, she really was an angel, or at least, the angel who changed his life.

"I'm sorry, you should be doing well right now, but instead you've ended up like this..."

Having already dreamt of the previous timeline, Zhong Yanchuan knew that Ling Yao already owned many companies back then, and was both wealthy and capable.

Now, because of her own actions, she's starting all over again.

Lingyao felt that she was no different from a tyrannical emperor, and she wanted to comfort the baby whenever she heard the baby complain.

"It's okay, nothing is more important than you."

Zhong Yanchuan was caught off guard when a candy was suddenly stuffed into his mouth. It was his favorite watermelon flavor, and it was so sweet that he shook his hand holding Ling Yao.

"like you."

Before deciding whether she liked it or not, Lingyao quickly steadied Zhong Yanchuan's hand.

Lingyao, who had come hungry and had been through so much trouble, was almost carsick from all the swaying.

If they keep shaking her like that, she might throw up.

Ling Yao's face tightened, and she pressed Zhong Yanchuan's fingers down firmly, absolutely not allowing such a thing to happen.

Zhong Yanchuan, however, thought that Lingyao wanted to hold his hand, and feeling sweet inside, he held her hand in return.

He lifted his chin, which had been resting on her shoulder, and placed his thin lips on Ling Yao's neck. One kiss wasn't enough; he opened his mouth and gently rubbed his teeth against it.

I really wanted to bite her, but I couldn't bear to hurt her.

I had no choice but to rub it to stop the itching.

"How can you be so good to me?" He murmured softly, burying his face in Lingyao's neck as he lifted his lips.

The car drove to a restaurant where the minimum spending per person was five figures.

Zhong Yanchuan led Lingyao inside, and as soon as they reached the door, someone came out with flowers to greet them.

The flowers were prepared by Zhong Yanchuan for Lingyao; they were pink and white roses, the same kind that Lingyao had bought for him to cheer him up when he was disabled.

This one is just a bit bigger.

Lingyao looked at the flowers in front of her and remembered that it was the same style she had bought before.

She raised an eyebrow: What does the God of Wealth mean? The flowers he bought are so much bigger than the ones she sent. Is he trying to start a war?

She currently has around 8 billion in her account, and she'll send him a truckload of flowers tomorrow!

Sudden Wealth: [...Sigh, my little host, sometimes even this commander is quite puzzled as to how you even managed to fall in love.]

Lingyao: [My little baby only likes my type, you dare to challenge me! Also, you're not as handsome as me.]

Get Rich Quick: [...] After this is over, could you please keep a copy of all of the host's thoughts and sell it for a thousand gold pieces per word?

If it has the life to sell.

The whole world thinks that the host baby is a cold and arrogant person, but it is the only one, no, the only system, that faces the host's loser side every day.

To put it another way, how can this not be considered a special treatment?

Zhong Yanchuan took the flowers and handed them to Lingyao.

After Lingyao walked in carrying the flowers, she discovered that there were bouquets of pink and white roses placed along the entire path and on every dining table, but none of them were as large as the one she was carrying.

Zhong Yanchuan smiled and led the person inside.

The manager who led them in clapped his hands, and soon a band appeared out of nowhere, starting to provide accompaniment for their dinner.

Zhong Yanchuan had never done anything like this before, not even when eating at a restaurant. But this was, after all, his first meal with her after their reunion.

Zhong Yanchuan wanted it to be more formal and have a sense of ceremony.

He didn't know if his arrangements were good or not, so he secretly watched Ling Yao's reaction... but he couldn't tell anything.

So he hesitated for a moment, but then took the initiative to ask.

Do you like it?

Lingyao hummed in agreement and carefully sliced ​​the steak on the plate with her knife. The steak was very tender, and the medium-rare steak was sprinkled with a thin layer of cheese and truffles, giving off a fragrant aroma.

After cutting the steak into several small cubes of almost the same size, Lingyao pushed the plate towards Zhong Yanchuan and then reached out to take the steak that Zhong Yanchuan had casually cut a few times from in front of him.

When Zhong Yanchuan saw Ling Yao's actions, his face flushed red, feeling both ashamed and excited.

He pressed down on Lingyao's hand as she moved the steak in front of him, and said firmly.

"I'll cut it for you."

Ten minutes later, Zhong Yanchuan also cut a plate of relatively evenly sliced ​​steak and handed it to Lingyao.

The waiters standing nearby wore serious, professional expressions.

Actually, the mental bullet comments were already scrolling rapidly.

Isn't this the president of Zhongyao? He's not even thirty years old yet, but he's already on the world's rich list and ranks among the top. When you see him in various financial news reports, he always seems very aloof and sharp.

Anyway, they're not the kind of people who are easy to talk to.

And what did they see? Not only did they prepare so many romantic flowers for the girl, but they also cut her steak.

I don't understand why two separately cut steaks need to be exchanged.

That wasn't all. When the meal ended and the waiter was seeing the guests off, he happened to see President Zhong open the trunk of his Cayenne, which was filled with flowers and gifts!

Hermès, Bulgari, Tiffany, Chanel...

The waiter was so stunned by the sight that tears streamed down his face.

Lingyao accepted everything Zhong Yanchuan gave her, and then less than a week later, she gave Zhong Yanchuan an island.

It's euphemistically called a return gift.

Zhong Yanchuan happily accepted it, and that very night he used this excuse to find Ling Yao to "offer herself".

When Lingyao sat beneath him, Zhong Yanchuan was even more excited and happier than when he received the island.

I felt like I was floating on air.

He held Lingyao's thigh, and after he felt... slow down, he began to seduce Lingyao with moans.

At that moment, he had lost all "humanity".

Forget about aloof CEOs and business elites, they can all go to hell.

To seduce Ling Yao, deliberately dropping his bath towel, posting photos of his abs, and posting photos of his penis were all minor things.

There was even a special folder where I learned various ways to please Lingyao.

—End of this plane—