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Chapter 1055 Angels Arrive 6

The relaxed look on Zhong Yanchuan's face quickly faded.

He quickly walked to the piano and sat down.

Start playing according to the music score.

His arms are still small, but his fingers are longer than those of an average child.

Smooth music came from his fingertips.

His back was very straight, and even in his pajamas, he still looked like a little gentleman, a little prince.

After playing for half an hour straight, his fingertips became slightly red and hot due to the fast and heavy frequency.

But he simply couldn't stop.

Once you stay for more than one minute, the servant outside the door will knock on the door.

As he played more and more, Zhong Yanchuan's lips gradually tightened.

He had just finished exercising and was then punished to kneel. He had no time to eat during this period, and now he was sitting in front of the piano with his fingertips moving at a high frequency.

The corners of his lips had turned slightly pale.

He knew that there would be no dinner until he finished playing the piano for four hours.

This was Zhong Xiaochen's punishment for his performance today.

Suddenly, someone sat down next to him.

He held down his hand which had begun to tremble.

After listening to Zhong Yanchuan playing for a while, Lingyao had already memorized the music he needed to play.

After holding down Zhong Yanchuan's hand and taking it away, he didn't wait for the servant outside the door to urge him.

The fingertips began to dance on the keys.

Zhong Yanchuan's fingers were still trembling slightly out of habit.

His gaze stopped at Lingyao, who was sitting next to him and tapping the piano keys.

This time, Zhong Yanchuan truly believed that she was an angel.

Because the sounds made by the woman in front of him were exactly the same as every one he had just made, even the pauses and the few beats he would miss because his fingers couldn't keep up, all were replicated one by one.

It was as if he were sitting there playing it.

"Thank you, Angle."

……

Lingyao sat at the piano and played for three hours.

During this time, Zhong Yanchuan saw that Lingyao had been playing for too long, so he suggested that he play instead.

But Lingyao rejected him.

Lingyao's fingertips didn't stop, but her eyes had already turned to him.

His expression and tone were calm and natural.

Zhong Yanchuan felt it was very soft, like the gauze by the window.

"Sit still. My duty is to protect you. Don't stop me from completing my mission."

"Don't worry, angels never get tired."

As she spoke, Lingyao asked him.

"Any snacks?"

Zhong Yanchuan thought she was hungry, but he never had the habit of eating snacks, and Zhong Xiaochen would not let him eat these things.

Zhong Yanchuan shook his head.

"Then you take a nap first. I'll call you when they bring the food."

Under Lingyao's commanding and urging gaze, Zhong Yanchuan had no choice but to climb onto the bed.

"Quilt."

Zhong Yanchuan raised his hand and covered the quilt again.

He thought that he would not be able to sleep in such a situation with the piano music in his ears.

But he never thought that he really fell asleep, and slept better than ever before.

When he woke up, Lingyao had already finished playing the piano for more than three hours.

He also ate the dinner brought by the servants.

But she didn't let Zhong Yanchuan starve.

Before Zhong Yanchuan woke up, he went to the kitchen and got a lot of food.

Zhong Yanchuan woke up and looked at the dining table filled with food set by Lingyao. His big black eyes widened slightly.

He had just woken up and looked a bit more childish than his usual adult self, especially with a few strands of hair sticking up on his head.

Zhong Yanchuan looked at the bread, sausages, fish and chips, and some other things he had never seen or eaten before.

He asked Lingyao curiously, pointing at a plate of fried rice.

"What's this."

Lingyao felt a little pity, as this was the food she had just received from the servants.

The food they prepared for Zhong Yanchuan was all authentic London rice.

Healthy but unpalatable.

After eating, Lingyao felt as if her taste buds were attacked.

So when I smelled the servants bringing out Chinese food, I couldn't help but go in and get some to awaken my taste buds.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Yanchuan had never eaten it.

Zhong Yanchuan had indeed never eaten Chinese food since he was a child because Zhong Xiaochen did not allow him to eat it.

It’s not that Zhong Xiaochen thinks Western food is healthier, but as the illegitimate son of the Zhong family, Zhong Xiaochen has never eaten well since he was a child.

He believed that as his son, Zhong Yanchuan should naturally follow the diet he had when he was a child. After all, only those who have endured hardships can become successful people.

Just look at the fact that he is now managing the Zhong family consortium.

Zhong Xiaochen and his thoughts and ideas are twisted and dark.

It's not surprising that they did such a thing.

In addition to stealing a portion of fried rice, Lingyao also took a small plate of spicy and sour shredded potatoes and a portion of stir-fried beef with pineapple.

Zhong Yanchuan didn't dare to pick up his chopsticks at first, after all, these things looked very strange.

But under Lingyao's encouragement, he didn't stop after taking a bite, and Zhong Yanchuan ate the most of the last few servings of Chinese food.

He finished all the fried rice and shredded potatoes, leaving only some beef.

After he finished eating, he couldn't help but touch his slightly bloated stomach.

He quickly put it down again and looked at Lingyao embarrassedly and nervously.

"Sorry, I ate too much."

Eating so much is not gentlemanly behavior.

He was worried that the angel would think he was uncultured and might not want to be his angel anymore.

Lingyao just raised her hand and touched his hair.

"As long as you can eat it, it will help you grow."

"But don't eat too much, it will easily cause indigestion."

Zhong Yanchuan didn't expect that the angel not only didn't think he was ungentlemanly, but was also worried that he had indigestion.

He blinked, looked at Lingyao obediently with his little face and nodded.

"Well, I'll pay attention."

So well behaved.

Lingyao thought again of him sitting in a wheelchair with a mask covering his face more than ten years later.

Who set up the God of Wealth baby for her?

She hopes to stay here longer this time.

You can find some useful information here.

After the meal, Lingyao put the extra tableware back. There were many servants in the manor, and no one noticed the extra plates.

When I returned to the room, Zhong Yanchuan was sitting at the desk reading a book.

His washed hair was soft and draped over his forehead, and he sat very straight while reading.

With one hand he held down a page of the book that was almost as wide as his arm, and with the other he flipped through the pages.

Lingyao walked over to check and found that it was a bilingual reading material in Chinese and English.

He circled several Chinese words.

Lingyao stood beside the desk, pointing at the words and explaining them one by one in words that Zhong Yanchuan, at his age, could understand.

For Zhong Yanchuan, who grew up in London, there are some words that he still doesn't understand even after Lingyao explained them.

But he didn't say anything because he was used to solving problems on his own and not causing trouble for others.

He frowned and secretly wrote down those words, preparing to look them up in books or on the Internet later.

Lingyao could see that he didn't quite understand.

Then he paused for a moment, and when he spoke again he spoke in fluent English, giving Zhong Yanchuan several easy-to-understand examples.

Zhong Yanchuan didn't expect that she would cooperate with him so well.

She was even willing to give him examples and explanations in English.

He clenched the pen in his little hand and wrote down every word Lingyao said on the page, taking notes seriously.