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Chapter 123: Genius with Autism x Fairy School Flower 13

Chapter 123 Genius Autism x Fairy School Beauty 13

Like everyone else, he wears the cold and tired face of a boss who is world-weary, but what he says is always so simple and well-behaved that Wen Zhiyi's heart softens.

Wen Zhiyi hesitated for a moment, looked at his firm eyes, and finally compromised.

She led Qin Zhou to the most secluded corner of the bar, then leaned over and said to him: "Then just stay here obediently. I'll come find you when I'm done."

Qin Zhou was still carrying his schoolbag, sitting upright with his hands on his knees. After hearing what she said, he was stunned for a few seconds before nodding lightly.

"I see."

He looked so well-behaved that Wen Zhiyi felt soft and couldn't help but touch his head. Qin Zhou looked startled, and the corners of his lips under the mask raised slightly.

The foreman was calling Wen Zhiyi, but Wen Zhiyi could only leave in a hurry. She took a few dozen steps, and when she turned back, she saw Qin Zhou still sitting there obediently and looking at her.

He didn't take off his mask, but his eyes were bright, as if he were smiling.

Wen Zhiyi's breathing became confused for a moment when he saw him, and he turned his head unnaturally and left in a hurry.

Wen Zhiyi's previous job was to sell wine and deliver wine. The more wine she sold, the more commission she got. If she wanted to achieve good results, she had to bend over backward to make others smile.

But those were all temporary measures when there was no money. Now that Wen Zhiyi was not short of money, he did not want to wrong himself and just did the most ordinary job of delivering drinks.

From time to time, she would glance in Qin Zhou's direction uneasily, and every time she would meet his attentive and sincere eyes.

He seemed to be born with little awareness of the emotion of shyness, and would not feel embarrassed when looking at each other. He smiled at her with crooked eyebrows and eyes, as sweet as a toffee.

After Wen Zhiyi delivered several drinks, he ordered a glass of orange juice himself, made it and walked to Qin Zhou.

"Let's have something to drink."

Qin Zhou took it flattered and said thank you.

He originally thought that Wen Zhiyi had finished his work, but he didn't expect that after delivering the juice, Wen Zhiyi was called away by the foreman again, looking very busy.

Qin Zhou was a little disappointed, but looking at the juice in front of him, he became happy again. He took off his mask and sipped the juice while looking in the direction of Wen Zhiyi and waiting for her to get off work.

Wen Zhiyi was busy until half past eleven before she could change her shift. Because she didn't go to accompany and sell wine, the foreman was a little dissatisfied and pushed a lot of work to her. Wen Zhiyi was very busy that day.

After finally returning to the break room to change out of employee uniforms, Wen Zhiyi walked to Qin Zhou in the corner wearing her original white shirt and jeans.

Wen Zhiyi saw that he had finished drinking the juice and put on a mask, but he was still holding an empty cup in his hand. His eyes lit up little by little when he saw her approaching.

Wen Zhiyi thought he looked a bit cute, so she walked over and knocked on his desk.

"It's time to get off work, let's go."

Qin Zhou obediently followed her out. When he reached the front desk, he stopped.

Wen Zhiyi: "What's wrong?"

Qin Zhou: "I drank a glass of orange juice."

Wen Zhiyi smiled: "I have already paid for your drink."

Qin Zhou clicked lightly, pinched the corners of his clothes with his fingers, looking a little nervous, and frowned slightly.

Wen Zhiyi didn't care about his little thoughts. There was a mix of people in the bar, so she pulled Qin Zhou and left quickly.

Qin Zhou walked outside to the deserted street, his expression became more relaxed, but he still frowned.

He didn't say anything, and Wen Zhiyi didn't ask, waiting for him to speak.

After about half a minute, Qin Zhou suddenly took off his backpack, took out his wallet from the mezzanine, took out a few hundred-yuan bills, and handed them to Wen Zhiyi.

Wen Zhiyi raised his eyebrows, but before he could speak, he heard Qin Zhou say worriedly: "I can't drink your orange juice in vain."

"Why?"

"Because you are poor."
Chapter completed!
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