Love [Silver] Perfect

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When he found the look on the two friendly receptionist's faces suddenly turned stiff and firm, Jiang Lizqi soon realized that she probably shouldn't have asked that question.

"Sorry," he said awkwardly.

After Jiang Lizqi apologized, as quickly as it came, the stiffness on the faces of the two men disappeared and returned friendly.

One of them put a wallet, a cell phone and a skateboard on the table and said, "This is Mr. Lou's stuff. We keep it to avoid unwanted things. Now we give it back, please."

Of the three objects, the mobile phone became the most attention-grabbing Jiang Lizqi. Because the rectangular flat object that is currently in front of him is different from the one used by Steven Lou.

"Are you sure this is his?" Jiang Lizqi asked with a doubtful face.

"We found the phone in his pants pocket and with the phone we called you."

While still hesitating to try them out, Jiang Lizqi was struck by the appearance of two men from the inside through the door that he never thought was there because it looked flat, flat like a wall.

The taxi driver immediately turned to meet when he saw one of them turned out to be Steven Lou in a limp. Even to support the head alone is not able to, fully support the weight of the body in the person who breaks it.

Gosh darn. How is it possible, young master is drunk to this extent? Impossible.

The driver, who had known Steven Lou for a long time, was worried and could not believe what he saw. The man without hesitation directly carried his young master's body.

Jiang Lizqi stared in concern. The disappointment that lingered in his heart felt increasingly heavy burdening him. His chest suddenly became very tight and did not get relieved despite filling it with a lot of air.

Why should you feel that way? Isn't Steven Lou not the guy? I don't know, he doesn't know it himself.

After thanking and saying goodbye to the receptionist, as well as to the person who had delivered Steven Lou, Jiang Lizqi immediately caught up with the taxi driver who had gone before him.

Steven Lou's body was laid in the back seat. Instead of sitting next to the driver, Jiang Lizqi sat down where Steven Lou was and used his thighs as a bearing on the head of the unconscious young man.

With a worried look directed at Steven Lou, the driver asked, "Now where are we going, Non?"

"We should have taken her home, but I don't know where her house is."

"Why not bring it to your apartment?" The driver spoke in his usual tone—just as a common advice. However, it was actually inwardly sincerely hoping that Jiang Lizqi would not reject his idea.

He could have taken Steven Lou to his house because he knew where the young man lived. However, he did not want his guardian angel to be in trouble with his mother. The man was sure that Steven Lou was drunk not out of his own will.

Years of knowing him always accompanied wherever the young man went, making the driver sure that Steven Lou would not do anything stupid, damaging his body with a vertical alcoholic drink. Instead of drinking alcohol to vent anger, usually Steven Lou will do his hobby insanely. I used to race wild until almost wretched. Skateboarding until almost out of energy. Dancing with her friends until she forgets time. But that was then, now, since breaking up with his girlfriend and almost dying from sleeping pills, Steven Lou is no longer that active. Even more like to be alone.

Jiang Lizqi did not mind if for a while Steven Lou stayed in his apartment. Men and women living together without ties is no longer taboo in this day and age. Only, he was worried when Steven Lou realized later would even scold him.

However, when he saw the state of the young man was very sad, his heart again felt unbearable and finally agreed. "I don't think there's any other choice" he said.

The driver immediately also smiled with relief and after nodding immediately forward his car.

Jiang Lizqi lowered her head, looking at Steven Lou's handsome face which currently looked flushed red. Lips that usually blush and always look wet, now dry and cracked. It was unbelievable, the owner of the innocent face whose eyes were closed peacefully was a drinker.

I've never felt this disturbed with your arrogant attitude. But, why does my heart feel so disappointed knowing that you are an alcoholic? Drinking is no problem. Why did it have to come like this?

Jiang Lizqi complained inwardly. The chest that has not been fully relieved, is now back as squeezed. So cramped it feels.

The driver who was focusing on driving, took the time to glide into the rearview mirror above him. Seeing the overcast shrouding Jiang Lizqi's face, her heart was tingled by curiosity.

"You look very anxious. Is your friend used to this?"

Jiang Lizqi seemed hesitant to reply as she did not know what to say, but in the end kept her voice, "Actually, we are not close friends. Just to know because we happen to be one campus and also sitting next to each other."

The driver scrunched his forehead, his mind was wracked with a sense of wonder and question. Bizarrely. If not a good friend, why did the young master seem to be so privileging to this girl?

Then he said in a joking tone, "But, I see you seem to be very worried about him. That's obvious from the look on your face, Miss. I thought you were lovers."

Jiang Lizqi smiled wryly. "Of course not, Uncle. I just feel a little disappointed. Didn't expect that he was a drunken hobby."

The driver immediately said, "You don't rush to judge like that."

"I mean Uncle?" Jiang Lizqi again glanced into the rearview mirror.

"Eemh, as far as I know, people who are used to drinking liquor will not experience severe drunkenness to unconsciousness like that."

The driver also glanced at the rearview to see Jiang Lizqi's reaction. In fact, he himself did not know whether his opinion was true or not because he had never drunk to such a point. He only wanted Jiang Lizqi to be prejudiced against Steven Lou.

As Jiang Lizqi only fell silent with the gesture of pondering, the driver finally said again, "After all, don't you feel a little strange?"

"Any? Strange how does that mean?"

"People like Young Master Lou, where possible come to the bar alone. I'm sure he'll bring a friend. If my guess is correct, then where is his friend?"

Jiang Lizqi was pensive again. In my heart, I confirmed the words of the driver. "So, Uncle thought that his friend had left him?"

"That might happen, right? Or maybe your friend just became a bulian."

Buli's victim? Jiang Lizqi's forehead immediately frowned.

Thinking about it he felt amused himself. Steven Lou was a victim of bullying? Wouldn't it be more fitting that, on the contrary, Steven Lou was the bully? Given how arrogant he is. It is inconceivable that he was the victim.

"So, Uncle thinks it's the first time he's drunk like this? That's right, what Uncle wants to say?"

The driver chuckled lightly before finally saying, "Well, that's just my thinking, Non. Because I see, this Young Master Lou doesn't look fit as an alcoholic."

Hearing the man's words, for some reason Jiang Lizqi suddenly became naive, her heart feeling relieved just like that. Feeling like there is still hope and the chest that a few minutes ago still feels tight suddenly becomes plong. When he filled it with air, the cavity in there felt so airy that it could hold as much.

"Need Uncle know, he's Kuan Ge's younger cousin ...."

Without thinking the driver immediately said, "Yes, I know."

Jiang Lizqi stared at the back of the driver's head with narrowed eyes. "Uncle knows?"

The driver gasped, vividly painted on his face, but Jiang Lizqi certainly could not see that. The driver hurriedly reasoned, "Emh, I mean, yes I know because you just said it."

"Oh, so."

His mouth may say so, but actually some are starting to feel stuck in the heart. Jiang Lizqi did not say anything more, she was speechless, pensive as she occasionally stared outside, or noticed Steven Lou's face that was more slumbering than that of a beer.

In his mind, Jiang Lizqi began to reassemble the sequence of events he experienced today, trying to find a connection.

However, until the taxi he was riding entered the apartment complex area, there was not a single idea that could connect one event to another as a unit.

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