On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

Chapter 112 Simon's Birthday

Chen Qian couldn't imagine what unhappiness could happen between these two people, and he couldn't understand how it could have reached such an unsolvable point.

Chen Qian knew that Yu Wangxi was not the type who would think of escaping when faced with any difficulties, but now he ran to the other side of the ocean just to avoid Sun Cheng.

He walked beside Yu Wangxi, his eyes constantly glancing at his friend who seemed to be in a relatively sunny mood.

The light filtered through the gaps in the tree shadows, leaving only tiny spots of light that sprinkled on the coat and hair.

The gloom was completely hidden, and those walking side by side all had the same idea in their minds, which was to make their friends feel that they were happy and relaxed at that moment.

"Qian ah, I'll ask my brother to send me to Denmark to study." Yu Wangxi said suddenly. He was curious about everything here and looked up at every scene he had never seen before.

"Forget it. This place is not suitable for Chinese people who can't cook." Chen Qian looked back at his life, his tone was light and a little lifeless.

Damn it, having everything I need but still not having enough to eat or wear.

Although it has only been more than two years, he really feels that his life has come to an end.

"Forget it then." Yu Wangxi quickly gave up the idea when he heard the words "I can't cook".

He did take advantage of some boring time to take a few cooking classes, but the finished product was really not good.

In the words of the cooking teacher who had a large cabinet full of trophies, certificates and qualifications at the time: There is no kitchen or stove in the world that can withstand Yu Wangxi's test. It will be a loss to mankind if his name is included in the culinary world.

Yu Wangxi now thinks that this teacher has a very high emotional intelligence.

After all, not everyone can endure the veins on their foreheads, ignore the broken bowls and carbonized meat scraps in the kitchen, and speak so calmly without using any foul language.

The original plan for the evening was to go to an Italian restaurant that Chen Qianting liked, and then go home after dinner.

But before that, Chen Qianxian received a call from Simon.

There was nothing else to do, it was just Simon's birthday in the next two days, so I asked him out for dinner.

Simon has been busy recently, and Chen Qian hasn't seen him and Leslie for more than a month. Now that he finally has some free time, he simply calls over the people he knows and has a meal together to celebrate.

Chen Qian was a little hesitant. It would have been convenient if this had happened two days ago, but he was already bringing Yu Wangxi with him. It felt a bit impolite to bring someone else along when the host was treating him.

But Simon didn't give him a chance to refuse.

When he heard that Chen Qian had friends, he became even more excited, muttering that the more people the better, and then hung up the phone.

Yu Wangxi also became excited. After listening to Chen Qian's simple retelling, he became happy and pulled Chen Qian to buy a gift for Simon.

So, just when the sky was covered with a layer of black veil, Chen Qian and Yu Wangxi appeared at the door of Simon's courtyard on time.

Chen Qian looked at Yu Wangxi who was happily asking herself whether Simon would like this and thought: Maybe passionate people all have something in common, and the first one is so uneasy.

The doorbell rang suddenly, interrupting Chen Qian's messy thoughts.

Simon walked out quickly with CY and went to the door to open it for them.

The donkey, which was originally very small, now has the demeanor of a big-eared donkey, braying at the feet of the guests and never leaving their side.

"This is Simon, my handsome landlord and Danish connection." Chen Qian stood between the two and introduced them. He extended his arm from Simon to Yu Wangxi and said, "This is my friend, Yu Wangxi. We went to college together."

Yu Wangxi and Simon hit it off right away. After a warm hug, they started chatting freely. They didn't feel like strangers at all. Instead, they seemed to be much better than the middleman of Chen Qian's social relationships.

They handed over the gift box that the clerk had specially asked to be beautifully wrapped and followed Simon into the house.

The atmosphere was perfectly created and several people were chatting animatedly at the dinner table.

Perhaps in a hurry to celebrate, Simon took out several different kinds of champagne. He called Yu Wangxi over, and each of them held a bottle, stood up at the table and shook the bottles.

But after just a few dozen seconds, two consecutive bangs were heard. The gas broke through the confinement, and the wine mixed with foam splashed everywhere, wetting a small area. Along with the sound of the champagne bursting, there were also the cheers of several people.

Halfway through the drinking process, everyone at the table was almost tipsy.

Leslie had work to do the next morning, so she kissed Simon on the forehead in front of everyone and went upstairs.

Yu Wangxi and Chen Qian each had their own thoughts, and seeing Leslie's natural behavior, they couldn't help but lower their eyes.

Yu Wangxi took another sip of wine, his face flushed red.

Chen Qian paid attention to his actions and filled his glass again.

The meal lasted until late at night, with the moon rising above the treetops.

Chen Qian persuaded Simon that there was no need to send him off as it was not far to go, and then he helped Yu Wangxi, who was limp as a corpse, out of the house.

A cool breeze blew by, taking away the warmth from Chen Qian's face. He felt Yu Wangxi shivering uncontrollably.

The two of them walked unsteadily, stumbling forward.

Halfway through the walk, Chen Qian lost his strength and slipped his grip, causing Yu Wangxi to slip out of his arms.

He didn't fall, but just staggered a few steps, then fell down on a higher step. He supported himself with his arms, tilted his head back, and muttered, "It's the stars..."

Chen Qian subconsciously looked up.

But the sky was gray, and even the moon was mostly blocked by the thick ink, making it not very noticeable, let alone the stars.

He thought it would probably rain tomorrow.

The two of them finally supported each other and returned home. Chen Qian took off his coat and fell onto the sofa.

Yu Wangxi's drunkenness had dissipated a little, and he was now conscious and sat quietly next to Chen Qian.

The silence lasted only a moment, and suddenly a low sobbing sound was heard in the air.

It was a bit unexpected, but not to the extent that Chen Qian was surprised.

Yu Wangxi has been holding it in for so long, it's time to let it out. If he continues to have fun like this, he will really have something to worry about.

"When you calm down, tell me what happened." Chen Qian poured him a glass of water, pulled down his hand that was covering his eyes, and stuffed the glass in. "Things have to be resolved. You can't hide from Sun Cheng forever."

Yu Wangxi did not respond to him. He squeezed the cup with such force that his knuckles turned white and the blood on his fingertips faded.

He bit his lips, suppressing more sobs, but he couldn't stop the fragmented light in his eyes from falling into the cup and mixing with the clear water.

"Sun Cheng called me this afternoon and said he couldn't reach you." Seeing that he was silent, Chen Qian couldn't help but continue.