613. Chapter 613 An An, let's go draw a turtle on the luxury car 54
When she was furious and scratching her arm with her nails, a cautious and extremely cowardly voice suddenly sounded in her ears: "Auntie, are you... buying roses?!"
Mu Wanqing's whole body froze first, and then she suddenly raised her head.
Under the dim street light, a little boy of about five or six years old was looking directly at her, carrying a basket of roses.
The bright black and white eyes are full of expectation and begging.
Mu Wanqing lowered her eyes and looked at his flower basket.
Only then did she notice the little boy's clothes: an unusually large men's T-shirt hanging on his body abnormally.
There were several big holes in the cuffs and skirt.
He had no shoes on, only his two dusty feet were bare.
Perhaps the business is not good and the roses have not been sold for a long time. The roses in the basket are not fresh at all, not beautiful at all, and have no desire to buy them at all.
When the little boy saw that Mu Wanqing had no intention of buying flowers, he hesitated for a long time and continued to plead: "Auntie, do you want to buy flowers?! Auntie, can you buy my flowers? I'll make them cheaper for you...
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In fact, Mu Wanqing has seen a lot of situations where human sympathy is used to promote things by pretending to be pitiful.
In today's society, materialistic desires are rampant. How many people are greedy for profit and sell their souls and consciences for money?!
Many black-hearted human traffickers specially find children to dress up as beggars or other things to make money. While the children are crying and crying, they sit comfortably at home and count money every day.
Mu Wanqing didn't want to buy flowers.
After all, I don’t want to be so cheap as a jerk.
But I thought that it was so late and the little boy hadn't gone back yet. Maybe he couldn't go back because he couldn't sell all the flowers.
Mu Wanqing asked in a low voice: "How much does a rose cost?!"
When the little boy heard that Mu Wanqing wanted to buy his flowers, his eyes suddenly brightened. He said in surprise: "Five yuan a flower. Auntie, I'll just charge you three yuan. Auntie, how many do you want?!"
Mu Wanqing lowered her eyes and glanced at the flower basket: "Auntie wants them all. Count how many there are."
"Okay!!" The little boy knelt on the ground, put the basket down, and counted it over and over again.
After a few minutes, the little boy raised his innocent and cute face and said, "Auntie, there are twenty-five flowers in total."
"..." After hearing this, Mu Wanqing asked seriously as if educating An An, "Please count more carefully."
She just counted it and it was clearly twenty-eight.
After hearing this, the little boy immediately lowered his head and continued counting.
After a while, he raised his head again and said, "Auntie, I'm sorry I counted the wrong number just now. It was twenty-three."
When Mu Wanqing heard this, she immediately said: "..."
"Kid, there are twenty-eight roses, please count them again." Mu Wanqing reminded her kindly.
But the little boy said: "Auntie, my mother told me that if someone buys the entire basket of flowers, she should give her a few flowers for free."
"..." When Mu Wanqing heard this, she didn't know what to say.
She took out a hundred yuan from her purse and handed it to him.
The little boy's eyes were fixed on the change in her wallet, with no intention of taking the RMB.
When Mu Wanqing was suspicious, he said again: "Auntie, can you give me change?! I can't give you change."
Mu Wanqing said: "No need to change. Take the money and go home quickly. It's very late."
