Quick Wear: Please, the host is really dedicated

Zhou Zhi turned her head stiffly to look at him, but Wen Ling was a little surprised to see her expression: "What's wrong?"

As sensitive as he is, after a while, Wen Ling tightened his grip, as if he was a little nervous about Zhou Zhi's attitude: "Zhi Zhi won't dislike me because of this, right?"

Zhou Zhi still didn't say anything, he just sat quietly as if he was thinking about something.

But Wen Ling was about to go crazy.

......Why don’t you talk anymore?

Without saying a word, Wen Ling shook Zhou Zhi's hand and called her name.

Zhou Zhi came back to his senses and kissed him fiercely on the face: "You are really my little cutie!"

Wen Ling, who was stunned by the kiss, turned his head away embarrassedly. He happened to see those children hanging on the wall, and soon his ears turned red again.

The children jumped down one after another, some of them shouted loudly to the dean, and some of them ran away while shouting some "shameful" words.

Zhou Zhi looked at Wen Ling who was still covering his face, and teased him deliberately: "Are you shy already?"

"No, no."

Zhou Zhi pinched his ears and didn't expose him: "No, then no."

After a while, Zhou Zhi asked him, "Did you grow up in this orphanage?"

Wen Ling nodded first, then shook his head: "Not really."

Zhou Zhi peeled a candy for him, fed it directly into his mouth, and asked tentatively: "Then can you tell me in detail?"

Wen Ling was so happy about the candy that he felt dizzy. He didn't feel embarrassed at this moment and said frankly, "It's nothing. The orphanage where I grew up merged with this one because there were fewer and fewer children."

Zhou Zhi followed Wen Ling's hand and saw the kind-looking old man walking towards them cheerfully. Zhou Zhi had an idea and spoke boldly: "What do you think would happen if I donated 5 million to them?"

Upon hearing this, the dean sprained his ankle and was stunned: "Mr. Duo?"

Zhou Zhi didn't think there was anything wrong with the number, she just thought he didn't hear it clearly. She stretched out her hand in confusion and said, "Five million."

Seeing that the dean still didn't speak, Zhou Zhi became even more confused: "Ah - is it too little?"

Are prices in the novel world so high?

Five million is so precious to you?

Wen Ling held her hand, but did not stop her. He was just puzzled: "Why do you suddenly want to donate?"

Zhou Zhi: "No matter what, this is the place where you were raised. What's wrong with me expressing my gratitude?"

Wen Ling stared at her with a smile, as if it was a matter of course. He felt an urge to kiss her, but he knew that this was not the right occasion, so he did not move.

"By the way." Zhou Zhi touched his chin and paused for a moment.

Wen Ling was indeed attracted to her. He saw a flicker of light in her eyes and looked at him seriously: "Five million, can you come with me?"

Wen Ling then slowly suppressed his smile and raised their clasped hands, as if to show off: "Uncle, look, someone likes me too."

Only then did the dean recover, with light in his eyes.

"Good good!"

He said "OK" several times in a row, and it was obvious that he was really happy.

Zhou Zhi donated five million yuan with great enthusiasm. Although the two welfare homes were merged together, in the end she still registered the five million yuan under the name of the welfare home where Wen Ling grew up. The director had no objection to this. After all, he did not care too much about these false reputations. In the end, the money would be used for the children anyway.

He happily helped Wen Ling get an account opening certificate and explained the donation details to Zhou Zhi.

No matter what it was, he would smile so hard that his teeth were showing, and his eyes were squinted when he sent them out.

When the money was successfully transferred, it took only a minute for the prompt tone to sound in her mind.

Mission accomplished.

"Zhizhi."

"Ok?"

"let's go."

Zhou Zhi smiled and was in a good mood.

She took Wen Ling's hand and said goodbye to the dean.

"Okay, let's get married."

"Yes, we're getting married."

Watching the two people slowly walking away, the dean took out a small handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the light that had just gathered. A few children peeked out from behind the bushes and scratched their faces, laughing and saying, "Dean, shame on you."