Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 1071 Angels Arrive 22

In order to prevent others from discovering his abnormality, he had to pinch his palms tightly.

Although the housekeeper next to him was pushing a shopping cart and walking behind, he was actually paying attention to Zhong Yanchuan's situation.

He also has medicine in his bag, and he will rush to the scene immediately if he finds anything wrong with the young master.

However, judging from the current situation, the young master is obviously in better condition than expected.

The eldest young master suffers from severe depression and anxiety.

When it was first diagnosed, Mr. Zhong said it was a case of pretentiousness.

They even forced the young master to go out and participate in activities.

The result was that the young master fell ill on the spot, vomited until he became dehydrated... and was rushed to the hospital after fainting.

After that, the eldest young master moved out of the old house and lived here.

After moving in, although the young master has been receiving active psychological treatment, the treatment effect is slow. Firstly, the young master is already very ill, and secondly, the young master is not very willing to seek treatment himself.

Today, the eldest young master finally took the initiative to ask to go out, and Uncle Wu quickly told his psychologist about this.

Lingyao lowered her eyes and glanced at Zhong Yanchuan, who had not said a word since he left the house, and stopped.

One hand pressed on the armrest next to the wheelchair.

The other hand raised up and rubbed the soft strands of hair on his neck that were not covered by the hat.

Take the initiative to speak.

"Would you like to buy something else besides fish?"

Zhong Yanchuan only felt a hand rubbing his neck softly and gently. He felt a numbness all over his body. This time, not only his fingers were shaking, but every pore in his body was trembling.

The shock of the electric current had overwhelmed his nervousness.

It even reached his cerebral cortex, causing him to impulsively raise his hand and hold Lingyao's hand on the armrest of the wheelchair.

After holding the hand, he did not let go, but even went further and pulled the hand into his arms.

Still no words.

Lingyao cooperated with his actions, bent her legs and squatted beside him, and asked the same question again.

Zhong Yanchuan could no longer hide his eyes. Looking down from above, he met Lingyao's eyes, which were as calm and cool as mint water.

As if it was contagious, his psychological rejection and anxiety were instantly reduced a lot.

He opened his pursed lips.

"Then...buy two ice creams."

Lingyao got the answer, stood up again and pushed Zhong Yanchuan inside.

"Buy the ice cream last, go buy the fish first."

The process of buying fish didn't take much effort for the two of them.

Lingyao and Zhong Yanchuan were responsible for selecting the fish, and the process of packing and taking the fish was done by the very perceptive Uncle Wu.

Lingyao symbolically took a few boxes of fruit from the fruit section, pretending that this was what she originally intended to buy at the supermarket.

However, Zhong Yanchuan obviously did not have Uncle Wu's foresight and quickly exposed her.

"We have peaches and persimmons at home."

Lingyao was unmoved: "You remembered it wrong, we've finished eating at home."

"I saw it when I opened the refrigerator just now. There are still two boxes."

Lingyao patted the back of his neck with her fingers, neither too hard nor too soft.

"The ones at home are not fresh anymore, so I bought some fresh ones now."

This little God of Wealth was silent just now, why is he talking so much now?

Zhong Yanchuan originally wanted to say that his family had just delivered it today, but when he felt the tingling sensation at the back of his neck that had not completely dissipated, he shut his mouth.

Lingyao only took two ice creams when she finally left the supermarket.

He tore open one of the strawberries and handed it to Zhong Yanchuan, and stuffed the other one into Zhong Yanchuan's empty hand.

As a result, Zhong Yanchuan handed it to her again.

There is still some distance from the supermarket to the parking lot.

Uncle Wu had eaten enough dog food today, and the streets were not as crowded as in the supermarket, so he walked far ahead under the pretext of carrying the things back to the car first.

Uncle Wu, who was in his forties, was walking briskly in front, while Lingyao and Zhong Yanchuan, who were in their twenties, were strolling slowly behind.

The ice cream that Zhong Yanchuan handed to Lingyao was taro flavored.

He had never eaten it before, so after taking two bites of the strawberry ice cream in his hand, he looked up at Lingyao.

“Is the taro flavor delicious…?”

Zhong Yanchuan looked up and saw Lingyao eating the last of the crispy skin in one bite. She kept a calm expression, but the corners of her mouth were still moving.

"what happened?"

Zhong Yanchuan was in a daze: "Where's your ice cream?"

"I'm done." Lingyao remained calm. What a joke! Could she, such a strong-willed woman, be allowed to lick ice cream on the street?

What if the netizens who have a crush on her secretly take photos of her and say her relationship has collapsed?!

She can't afford the consequences!

Although my stomach and intestines still feel a little cold, it doesn’t matter. Just think of it as a stomach exercise.

Zhong Yanchuan retracted his head and looked at the strawberry ice cream in his hand, which had only been bitten twice and was still steaming cold: ...

While waiting to get in the car, Zhong Yanchuan couldn't help but persuade Lingyao.

"Next time, don't eat ice cream too quickly. Eat it slowly."

Lingyao ignored her. How could a host like him who never showed his face understand the plight of a host like her who relied on her looks to make a living?

So Lingyao said seriously: "You don't understand!"

Zhong Yanchuan was a little confused at first, he didn't understand anything.

When I asked further, I heard Lingyao say something serious, "I am a beauty anchor, I have to pay attention to my image."

He couldn't help but smile, and he was truly happy both physically and mentally.

He held Lingyao's hand in his palm for the second time today. His hand was dry and hot, while her fingers were cold and soft.

Zhong Yanchuan pinched her fingers and kissed them on his lips.

Her voice was soft: "No, you look beautiful no matter how you eat."

The decision was made the moment Zhong Yanchuan held her hand in the supermarket today.

It doesn't matter even if she was sent by Zhong Yanchuan.

No matter how much benefit Zhong Yanchuan gave her, he would double it.

For more than 20 years, under Zhong Xiaochen's almost perverted educational theory, Zhong Yanchuan began investing and manipulating stocks at the age of seventeen.

At the age of eighteen, he joined a New York financial investment bank and made a fortune through several investments.

In the following years, the money he earned almost caught up with Zhong Xiaochen's profits from his British businesses.

If that incident hadn't happened, causing him to fall from grace, not only did he lose his legs, but he also became ill...

So after returning to the villa, Zhong Yanchuan called his secretary, Secretary He.

"Please organize the assets of my domestic company and bring them here."

Secretary He was very quick in his work. Less than an hour after Zhong Yanchuan made the call, Secretary He knocked on the door with the information.

Lingyao opened the door.

Secretary He was a little surprised to see a woman in his boss's house, but he didn't ask too much.

"Hello, I'm here to deliver some documents to Mr. Zhong."

Uncle Wu in the house was asking the servants to prepare the fish. He heard the doorbell and came out to see. He knew Secretary He. When he heard that Secretary He was there to deliver documents, he quickly led him upstairs.