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Since that young man had already sat opposite of Mo Wenting, he would naturally feel more at ease, and his speech would naturally become more fluent than before.

The man was even smiling as he praised Mo Wenting, "Beautiful girl, it is such an honor for me to be able to treat a girl as beautiful as you to coffee!"

"Hehe, I only hope that you won't feel regret when you have to pay the bill later." Mo Wenting reminded the man with a faint smile.

"That won't happen. As long as the money is spent on you, I won't regret it no matter how much it is." The man laughed and shook his head, his gaze not leaving Mo Wenting's beautiful face for even a second.

It was obvious that he wanted to take this opportunity to talk to Mo Wenting and enjoy a good look at him.

"That sounds generous, but I don't think you can afford it, can you?" Mo Wenting asked him with a taunting tone.

This immediately revealed his true situation, making him feel particularly embarrassed and embarrassed.

Originally, his eyes that did not want to leave Mo Wenting's face had no choice but to turn away.

Mo Wenting realized that his face had instantly turned red. It was really a surprise that she was so shy.

Mo Wenting could not help but let out a pfft sound as she started to laugh out loud. Her laughter was filled with pride and complacency.

At this time, a Waitress from the coffee shop came over to ask him to order, saving him from the awkward situation.

After he ordered a cup of coffee, he pretended to be generous and invited Mo Wenting to continue ordering.

Mo Wenting knew what to do, she wouldn't let him spend too much on it. She merely ordered a plate of fruit and a plate of pastries, which were both not the most expensive things in the coffee shop.

Mo Wenting was worried that if he really couldn't take out that much money to pay for the food later, she would have to stay here and help her clean the table and wash the dishes.

The fruit platter and the pastries were quickly delivered to him. He only drank his coffee, obviously having left these delicious things for Mo Wenting.

He even looked at Mo Wenting lovingly and whispered to Mo Wenting, "Beautiful sister, I am Li Xiaodong, 25 years old and am working as a designer in a furniture company. "Can I know your name?"

Li Xiaodong was only twenty-five years old, and his age was indeed younger than Mo Wenting.

Mo Wenting immediately expressed her dissatisfaction and intentionally rolled her eyes at Li Xiao Dong, as she said with disdain: "I am older than you, why do you call me little sister? I don't like men to call it that. "

"I'm truly sorry. I didn't notice that you were older than me. You seemed very young, so I'll call you sister." Li Xiao Dong immediately apologized to Mo Wenting and changed her title.

This was more acceptable to Mo Wenting. After all, this man was indeed younger than her.

"Seeing that you are being so obedient, I will tell you. I am called Ah Wen, you can call me big sister Ah Wen." Mo Wenting arrogantly told Li Xiaodong as she ate the pastries.

"Ah Wen?" Li Xiaodong stuttered as his face revealed a hint of suspicion. It was obvious that he recognized the fake name, so he couldn't help but ask Mo Wenting, "Is this your online name?"

"Of course not, that's not my online name. This is my nickname, that's how all my friends call me. " Mo Wenting smiled as she replied Li Xiaodong.

"Oh, I see." After Li Xiaodong understood what was going on, he was secretly delighted.

Because he felt that Mo Wenting did not tell him her full name, but told him her nickname instead, and this could be considered as treating him as a friend.

After that, Li Xiaodong did not ask any more questions that could possibly make Mo Wenting unhappy, and only chatted about clothes and tourism with Mo Wenting in a low voice.

Even if Mo Wenting and Li Xiao Dong had different views on the matter, Li Xiao Dong had no choice but to quickly adjust his direction. Changing the topic to agree with Mo Wenting, they had obviously chosen to be careful of Mo Wenting.

When Mo Wenting paid the bill, she saw that Li Xiaodong only had a few thin hundred dollar bills in his wallet. As expected, he didn't have much money.

Fortunately, the consumption this time wasn't too much, just over a hundred dollars. Li Xiaodong was able to afford it and did not cause any awkward situations to occur.

Before he left, Li Xiaodong remembered to ask for Mo Wenting's number.

Mo Wenting wanted to tease him, so she intentionally kept Li Xiao Dong in suspense and told him: "If you still want to see me again, come and guard this coffee shop. I'll come here often for coffee."

With that said, Mo Wenting took her bag and walked out of the coffee shop happily on her high heels, leaving a disappointed Li Xiaodong behind.

Mo Wenting had originally come here to chat with Li Xiaodong as if he was playing, he was not serious at all, and had even found a man to help him settle the bill.

As she walked out of the coffee shop, just as Mo Wenting wanted to return home, she saw a girl singing at the side of the shop.

Although the girl's voice wasn't very good and her singing wasn't as good as Mo Wenting's, Mo Wenting could tell that she was singing very seriously and diligently. Her attitude was definitely not perfunctory.

Unfortunately, most of them were just listening to the girl singing. Very few people were willing to give her money.

The one in front of the girl, who was used to store money in her guitar coat, only had a few scattered dollar bills. There wasn't even a single five yuan note, let alone ten yuan and a hundred yuan bill.

Mo Wenting felt that this singing girl was extremely pitiful.

Because the girl made Mo Wenting recall her previous experiences, she truly felt the same way.

Mo Wenting stood at the side and watched for more than ten minutes, listening to the girl sing three or four songs.

During this period, the money received by the girl did not increase at all, only two schoolchildren gave her the leftover coin from the ice cream.

Mo Wenting did not want to continue watching. Before sshe left, he took out two hundred yuan from her bag and placed it in front of the girl.

Everyone was loudly praising Mo Wenting for her generosity.

The singing girl was also surprised, and she couldn't help but stop her singing. She raised her head to look at Mo Wenting and hurriedly nodded, thanking him: "Thank you, my good man!"

The girl was very touched. As she finished her sentence, tears started streaming down her face.

Mo Wenting could not bear to see the girl's delicate and touching look anymore. She did not say anything else and turned to leave.

Mo Wenting was afraid that the other party would bring up memories of her tragic past again, perhaps even she herself would not be able to hold back and cry.

Returning to the villa, Mo Wenting was still unable to calm down.

As she sat on the luxurious sofa, Mo Wenting didn't feel as comfortable and comfortable as before.

In Mo Wenting's mind, the pitiful appearance of the singing girl crying tears still surfaced.