Quick wear: the beauty of flirting is forced to have deep difficulties

Chapter 124: Autism x Autism
Seeing Qin Zhou's serious look, Wen Zhiyi could hardly maintain the smile on his face.

If she hadn't known about Qin Zhou's illness, she would almost have thought he was laughing at her on purpose.

She glanced at the money in Qin Zhou's hand, at least 1000 yuan.

"A glass of orange juice is not worth the money."

Qin Zhou nodded: "I know."

After he finished speaking, he hesitated for a moment, and a very light and soft smile slowly appeared on his face, looking innocent and natural, and then whispered: "But I want to give it to you."

Wen Zhiyi was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Is it because I'm poor?"

Qin Zhou was stopped by her question, his eyes were confused for a moment, then he hesitated and shook his head and nodded again.

It seems, and it seems not.

Wen Zhiyi thought for a while, pulled him to walk a few steps in one direction, and when he reached the intersection, he pointed to the disabled beggar under the overpass and spoke.

"He is also poor, do you want to give him money?"

Qin Zhou thought about her words very seriously, and he held the money in his hands tightly, looking a bit tangled.

After a while, he took out a 20-yuan bill from his wallet and said in a low voice, "I can only give him a little."

"why?"

Qin Zhou squeezed the money in his hand: "I don't know him, he might be a liar, you can't give money to a liar."

The smile in Wen Zhiyi's eyes deepened, she thought Qin Zhou was a young master who didn't eat the fireworks of the world, but she didn't expect him to be quite smart.

Qin Zhou seemed to really want to go and give 20 yuan to the beggar. Although he looked indifferent, he was actually kind.

But Wen Zhiyi stopped him: "I saw him get into a car at two o'clock in the morning."

Qin Zhou lowered his head and thought about this sentence for a long time, then slowly took back his steps.

"Then I'm not going."

After Qin Zhou finished speaking, he handed the money in his hand to Wen Zhiyi, but Wen Zhiyi didn't take it, but took the 20 yuan from his other hand.

"I don't want that much, this is the money for a glass of orange juice."

Qin Zhou gave a soft ah, sounding very disappointed, seeing that she really didn't accept it, he slowly put the money back into his backpack.

Wen Zhiyi kept his expression on the face, but in fact, he was so cute in his heart.

"I'm walking home now, where are you going?"

Qin Zhou: "I want to take you home."

Wen Zhiyi: "Then how will you go back later?"

Qin Zhou: "Send a message to the driver to pick me up."

Wen Zhiyi nodded knowingly: "The driver brought you here when you came?"

"Ah."

Wen Zhiyi didn't refuse, and said again: "What did you want to tell me in the bar?"

Qin Zhou was stunned for three seconds when he heard the words, and suddenly became nervous. He stopped and took Wen Zhiyi's hand.

Wen Zhiyi was a little confused, but still stopped.

Seeing Wen Zhiyi looking at him, Qin Zhou became even more nervous. He took off his mask and hat, revealing his overly good-looking face.

He took a few more deep breaths, and then slowly pulled a stiff smile on his face: "Zhiyi, good evening."

Wen Zhiyi wanted to laugh inexplicably, but he held it back out of politeness, and the expression on his face was a little strange for a moment.

She thought Qin Zhou was a little funny, so she didn't speak, and waited for Qin Zhou to continue.

But Qin Zhou kept that stiff smile, like a programmed little robot, if she didn't respond, he couldn't continue walking.

The two looked at each other for half a minute, and the smile on Qin Zhou's face became more and more rigid, and he was about to lose his grip. He looked at Wen Zhiyi helplessly, as if he was asking for help.

Wen Zhiyi could only tentatively speak, and responded cooperatively: "Well...good evening?"

Qin Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, and then spoke.

"I want to say..."

(End of this chapter)