Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 1085 Angels Arrive 36

The security guard knew him, the shining star of today's party.

I heard that he was the child of that business tycoon and was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

But why are you standing here now instead of going home?

"Hey brother, why are you still here? Hurry up and get out. This place is locked. Come on, follow me out."

As he spoke, he was about to walk in front to lead the way, but after taking two steps, he found that the person behind him had not caught up. He turned around and found that the person was still standing there.

The security guard looked at him for a while and saw that he was in a bad mood. Although he didn't quite understand what kind of troubles could make a man like him who was born with such a golden child and looked so superior to others to be in a bad mood.

But he still asked sympathetically: "Hey, are you okay? What happened?"

The statue-like figure finally spoke.

"I'm fine, wait a moment, I'll leave."

He waited a little longer, maybe she would come back.

But no matter how sympathetic the security guards are, they can't really let him stay here any longer.

He was asked, half persuading him, what was he still doing here? No matter what he was doing, he had to come back tomorrow. He was now responsible for clearing the place.

"I'm waiting for someone." Zhong Yanchuan said in a slightly stiff tone.

"Huh? Who are you waiting for here, brother? I assure you, everyone here except you has left. I just checked and you are the only one staying here."

"Maybe your friend has already gone home, or maybe he met his girlfriend at the party, and then they left together and forgot to tell you. Why don't you go home first and then ask your friend when you get home?"

I don’t know what moved Zhong Yanchuan, but he finally moved his feet. However, because he had been standing for too long, his legs and feet were stiff.

He took two steps stiffly, holding on to the wall, and slowly followed the security guard out of the party. Before leaving, he took out his wallet from his pocket and put all the cash inside into the security guard's hand.

Before the security guard could recover from the huge sum of money that fell that day, he said thank you and left.

The security guard looked at his back as he walked away, then looked at the money in his hand, and felt dizzy.

He quickly counted it and found that the total was more than 3,500 pounds, which was more than his three-month salary!

Anbao quickly called his parents to share the good news.

This was simply the biggest tip he had ever received in his job, no, it should be said that it was the biggest tip he had ever received in his life.

Zhong Yanchuan did not return to his rented apartment until almost dawn.

He stood downstairs of the apartment building, knowing clearly that the probability of her being in the apartment was very small, but before going upstairs, he straightened his clothes, wiped off the moisture on his clothes with the towel in the car, and tidied his hair before going up.

When he turned the doorknob, he paused slightly, then continued to turn it and pushed the door open and walked in.

The lights were off, no longer the warm yellow light that used to be on when he came back from school.

She no longer sits on the sofa watching TV, reading books or playing games.

Usually when he came back at this time, she would look at him the first time she heard the door open.

Even if she didn't say anything, she would still keep watching him until he walked in before looking away.

Zhong Yanchuan especially liked her looking at him like this.

She didn't have to say anything or do anything, as long as her eyes stayed on him.

But now it’s gone.

The door closed, and Zhong Yanchuan's tension, which had been tense all night, finally broke.

He leaned against the door, his legs slid down and he sat down, pressing the base of his palms on his eyelids, trying to force back the useless tears.

What's the use? She can't even see him crying now.

She would never coax him like she did before.

But those tears were too clever to be held back, and they still flowed out along the eyelashes.

In the unlit room, the darkness swallowed up his suppressed cries, and only his blurry, trembling shoulders could be seen through the moonlight filtering through the curtains.

Two months later, the most prestigious university in the UK welcomed their new students.

The admission of new students to every university every year is a major event worthy of celebration.

Students from all over the world gathered together.

There are all kinds of people hanging out in the student apartments of British business schools.

There is Mike, an outgoing boy from the United States, Luca, a somewhat introverted Italian, and Kenta Takahashi, an Asian from Japan. There is also a Chinese living in the upper and lower floor student apartments where the four of them live.

Although this Chinese boy and the more introverted Kenta Takahashi are both Asian, their personalities and styles are completely different.

Kenta Takahashi is tall and thin, with a pair of dull black-framed glasses on his face, and he looks very introverted.

But this Chinese boy named Zhong Yanchuan is completely different. He is very good-looking and speaks authentic and fluent English, although it can be seen that he is not enthusiastic when communicating with others.

But I can feel that he actually understands everything, and he can continue chatting as long as he wants to.

He was often not in the apartment, although he did not wear any expensive jewelry.

But you can tell at a glance that he lives a wealthy life. Whether it's the food, drink, or the clothes he wears, his taste is not something that ordinary people can have.

Such a mysterious roommate naturally aroused the curiosity of his roommates.

So at a family dinner organized by the dormitory, the outgoing and cheerful American boy couldn't help but ask about Zhong Yanchuan.

"Chuan, I heard from people who know you that you received offers from all the top universities at that time. Is that true?"

Zhong Yanchuan hummed.

Luca, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but cheer. "You're amazing! I've put all my energy into applying to this school. Of course, I've also received offers from two other prestigious schools."

Mike took a sip of his wine and couldn't help but ask again.

"Chuan, don't you have a girlfriend with your qualifications? As far as I know, there are more people who want to be your girlfriend than just the girls in our business school~"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Yanchuan also picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip.

After the cold wine rolled down his throat and into his stomach, he spoke: "No, I'm looking for someone."

"Well, who are you looking for?" Kenta Takahashi, who was not very drunk, had flushed cheeks and pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and asked.

Zhong Yanchuan lowered his head and continued to pour wine into the glass.

Watching the yellow wine gradually fill the glass, creating ripples under the light.

He frowned, his head throbbing with pain, which gradually became like being pricked by needles.

He remembered her, he remembered her name.

He remembered what she looked like.

He remembered.

I can't remember anything...

Zhong Yanchuan didn't answer the question in the end, and his roommates who were already drunk didn't care.

Until several people fell down with dizziness.

Some people slept directly on the sofa on the first floor, and others lay on the carpet.

Zhong Yanchuan staggered back to his room and fell on his bed.

Under the moonlight, in the dark night, he finally clutched the quilt and answered the question just now.

“I don’t remember…”

He doesn't remember.

Zhong Yanchuan felt a pang of pain in his heart.

He didn't know why it hurt so much, so he just raised his hand and rubbed his chest to ease the pain.

But he couldn't stop the tears from sliding down his eye sockets to the corners of his eyes and hiding in the quilt.