Tan Mo didn't know the ways of the world, but he was really smart.

At this moment, he was really angry, but so were his intentions.

Qiao Lan said that there was nothing between them that made him help her or serve her like this. The words "there is nothing between them" played in his head over and over again, like a video that suddenly froze.

He even deliberately increased the volume.

He threw the knife and fork on the plate. Anger, sadness, irritation, and emotions that he didn't know how to describe, such as disappointment and grievance.

His eyes were full of haze, and he just wanted to leave in anger.

Qiao Lan hurriedly apologized to the customers who were disturbed and ran back. "Uncle Chen hasn't arrived yet. Where are you going?

Tan Mo, I didn't mean to make you angry. "

He didn't want to listen. He could go anywhere, but he didn't want to stay here.

Qiao Lan quickly tidied up Tan Mo's cutlery and blocked Tan Mo's wheelchair, not letting him leave. Tan Mo sat in the wheelchair coldly and stared at Qiao Lan.

The atmosphere between the two was a little tense, but it was only Qiao Lan who felt it. Tan Mo didn't feel it. He stared at Qiao Lan for a long time without saying a word. Suddenly, he remembered that there was a short confrontation like this between them when he was the first one to bring breakfast to Qiao Lan.

At that time, Qiao Lan refused to eat. He also looked at Qiao Lan like this and said that if she didn't eat it, he would throw it all away. In the end, Qiao Lan compromised.

Tan Mo was stunned. His attention was suddenly diverted, and his anger was also diverted. He lowered his head thoughtfully. Qiao Lan didn't know what Tan Mo was thinking at this moment. He looked at the spilled soup and said helplessly, "I'll get you another one. This one isn't included in your order. The restaurant will compensate for it for free."

Tan Mo came back to his senses.

"No need." He raised his head and stared at the Qiao Lan. "I don't want to eat."

Qiao Lan lowered his head and glanced at the barely touched steak. Tan Mo had only eaten so little today. He would definitely be hungry when he got back.

"Then I'll pack it up and ask Uncle Chen to bring it back."

Tan Mo's eyes flashed. "I'll make Uncle Chen throw it away."

Qiao Lan was speechless.

Tan Mo looked at Qiao Lan's speechless expression and finally felt a little better. He thought that Qiao Lan was finally going to compromise like last time. However, Qiao Lan also stopped smiling and looked away with a condescending and expressionless face.

"Throw it away if you want to."

He really felt that at this moment, Tan Mo was like a spoiled brat. He Qiao Lan turned around and left.

Tan Mo's eyes were filled with confusion and astonishment. After the confusion faded away, there was only the impending storm.

Not long after, Uncle Chen hurried over. As soon as he arrived, he realized that the atmosphere today was not quite right. He carefully glanced at Tan Mo's face. Although he was still expressionless as usual, the impending storm was already blowing in his face.

What's going on?

Uncle Chen was baffled as he brought Tan Mo into the car. After driving for a long time, he asked Tan Mo, "What's wrong?

Did you have a fight? "

After a long while, Tan Mo's muffled voice came from the back. "She said not to let me come here again."

Tan Mo's voice was just a little lower than usual. His tone was still cold and monotonous, but Uncle Chen could hear the grievance in his voice.

She didn't want Tan Mo to come to the restaurant again. Uncle Chen had already guessed the reason, but he still asked, "Did Qiao Lan say why she didn't want you to come here again?"

Uncle Chen would not give up any opportunity to communicate normally with Tan Mo. Every emotional communication was helpful to Tan Mo.

Tan Mo was silent for a moment. Then he raised his head and looked at the street lamp in the distance with an expressionless face.

"Qiao Lan said that I spent a total of 70,000 yuan in three months. The amount was too high. I said it was not high, but she said it was very high. Also, it was a waste. The food in the Western restaurant was not good for my body. She also said that we were friends and classmates. Friends would not do this kind of thing. So, I don't need to give her money or help her."

Although Uncle Chen had always felt sorry for Tan Mo's Asperger's Disease, sometimes he also felt that this disease was convenient. For example, he could not lie, and he could not lie when answering questions. Also, he could describe the whole thing in a complete manner without any nonsense.

Although the order of the words and the emotions might not be right.

After listening to Uncle Chen's description, it seemed that Qiao Lan's reason for not letting Tan Mo come was similar to what he thought.

As a normal person, Uncle Chen could not only understand how Qiao Lan felt, but he also admired Qiao Lan's way of doing things.

However, if it was Tan Mo, he would not feel Qiao Lan's difficulties, nor would he feel that Qiao Lan was making things difficult for him. His mind was like a computer program. He had his own set of established logic. As long as the logic in his heart was reasonable, no matter what others said, it would be useless.

When he was still very young, probably three or four years old or younger, Tan Mo once made a snowman in his room.

For normal children, they might not understand the principle of how snow would melt when heated, but they knew that snow should not be moved into the room.

At that time, Tan Mo's mother was still alive. She held Tan Mo's little hands, which were red from the cold, and asked him why he made a snowman in his room. Tan Mo's little face did not have any expression at all. He said that it was because it was windy outside and he was not comfortable.

Because it was windy outside and he was not comfortable, but he also wanted to play with snow. Therefore, he moved the snow into his room and made a snowman in his room.

This was little Tan Mo's own logical thinking.

In the eyes of others, it was simply unreasonable and extremely stupid.

Later, Tan Mo's mother accompanied him to wait for the snow to melt. She told him that after the snow melted, it would turn into water, dirty the floor, and wet the sofa. Only then was Tan Mo persuaded.

It was very difficult for Tan Mo to change his mind, unless you could persuade him with more correct logic.

At that time, Tan Mo's mother was able to persuade Tan Mo with the snow melting. It was a natural phenomenon, intuitive and clear. But now, Qiao Lan did not allow him to come to the restaurant because Qiao Lan's heart could not accept it. If her heart could not accept it, how could she persuade Tan Mo?

In Tan Mo's opinion, being helped by others was a very pleasant thing. He could not understand why Qiao Lan would be embarrassed and unhappy when he helped Qiao Lan. And if Qiao Lan was unhappy because he helped her, Tan Mo might think that it was because she did not like him and did not want his help.

If Qiao Lan did not accept his money, it was no different from not accepting his person.

Uncle Chen had a headache.

In the past, he really wanted Tan Mo to have a good friend who could communicate with him and be good to him. Now that he had one, a new problem arose.

Tan Mo's behavior towards his friends was different from ordinary people. Even his definition of friendship was different from ordinary people.

The next day, Uncle Chen sent Tan Mo to school with trepidation. He was so worried that he sent Qiao Lan a text message, asking Qiao Lan not to deliberately give Tan Mo the cold shoulder. This would make Tan Mo's heart very uncomfortable.

Even if Uncle Chen did not ask Qiao Lan, she would not do that.

Last night, she read books about Asperger's disease until two in the morning. Now, she was so sleepy that she could barely open her eyes.

However, when Qiao Lan talked to Tan Mo, Tan Mo kept his mouth shut and did not talk to Qiao Lan. Qiao Lan tried to reason with Tan Mo. "Tan Mo, rejecting you and rejecting your help are not the same thing. You have already helped me for a semester. I don't need it anymore."

Tan Mo finally opened his mouth. "You need it. You are still working."

Qiao Lan was speechless.

Qiao Lan finally understood a sentence in the book.

For people with Asperger's disease, as long as they were logical, they believed that they were right. No matter what others said, it was useless.

If they said too much, it might even have the opposite effect.

Tan Mo pursed his lips. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he did not say it.

When he left the western restaurant that day, for a moment, Tan Mo was so sad that he did not want to see Qiao Lan again. He did not want to go to school.

However, he still came to school the next day. Not only did he come, but he also continued to sit next to Qiao Lan. On one hand, he was still angry at Qiao Lan's words and actions. On the other hand, he was secretly worried that if he really did not go, Qiao Lan would not talk to him anymore.

Even if Qiao Lan did not accept that he had cheated on his feelings and made him so sad, he still did not want to cut off all ties with Qiao Lan.

Pei Ning did not have any discernment at all. He even came to Qiao Lan to ask English questions. After he finished asking, he looked up and met Tan Mo's malicious gaze. He was so scared that he trembled.

Then he quickly looked away and whispered in Qiao Lan's ear, "What's wrong with Tan Mo?

I didn't do anything to him. "

Qiao Lan said, "… My question."

"You can even make Tan Mo angry?" Pei Ning expressed his surprise. He really felt that Qiao Lan was so nice to Tan Mo that he could not be angry at all.

Pei Ning's voice was very soft. Tan Mo could not hear what they were saying. He could only see that they were very close to each other and that their hands were suddenly moving.

There was a soft sound of something breaking.

Tan Mo looked down and saw that the tempered film had broken. The small fragments had cut a small wound on his fingertip. Blood suddenly oozed out and dripped onto his white school uniform.

Qiao Lan turned around and saw the bloodstain on Tan Mo's school uniform. She was so scared that she anxiously asked him what happened. She quickly took out a band-aid from her bag.

"Give me your hand," Qiao Lan said helplessly as she looked at Tan Mo who did not want to cooperate.

Tan Mo stared at her without moving.

Qiao Lan really had no other choice. She reached out and grabbed Tan Mo's wrist. She wiped the blood on his fingertip with a tissue and wrapped it carefully with a band-aid. "The monthly exam is coming soon. I don't know if it will affect you."

Tan Mo silently pulled his finger out and said coldly, "It won't."

On the way home in the afternoon, he stared at his finger wrapped with a band-aid for almost half an hour.

The first monthly exam of this semester was in two days. When the results came out, although Tan Mo was still ranked first in the grade, no one knew why he did not get 140 points in English this time.

A lot of people were surprised, but they did not dare to ask.

Tan Mo stuffed the English answer sheet into his bag and did not say a word.

During class, the English teacher, Lao Liu, put several English essays on the projector in the class. He said that they were the essays with high scores this time.

The theme of the English essay was friendship.

Lao Liu praised the three English essays. They wrote that friendship was to be shared. Friendship was a feeling that would not dissipate even if you did not see each other for many years. It was a beauty that would make everyone better. One of the three essays was written by Qiao Lan.

Tan Mo also wrote about friendship.

In his essay, he wrote that friendship was to have and to possess. It was an absolute territory that could not tolerate a third party.

In the end, he only got two out of a total of 15 points in the essay. He silently threw the answer sheet into the trash can.

After school in the afternoon, Qiao Lan continued to work at the western restaurant. Tan Mo could not go to the western restaurant anymore. Sitting in the car and staring at Qiao Lan's back, Uncle Chen really did not want to see Tan Mo like this. He turned on the radio in the car, trying to attract Tan Mo's attention.

In the end, it really attracted Tan Mo's attention.

Even Uncle Chen was shocked when he heard the news.

Uncle Chen was listening to the city's news. There were all kinds of things, such as where there was a traffic jam, where there was a car accident. As he listened, he heard the radio say that there was a robbery in the early hours of last night. Two men robbed a woman and injured her.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of news would at most make people complain a little. However, if the robbery happened on the street where the western restaurant was, it was enough to make Tan Mo nervous.

Although the western restaurant where Qiao Lan worked every day was in the downtown area, it was not on the bright main road. It was safe during the day, but it was really dangerous at night.

Especially when it was very late, there were not many people on the street, and the girl was alone.

Because Tan Mo had never heard of this kind of thing before, he did not think about it. But now that he happened to hear it, Tan Mo's mind was filled with the standard voice of the radio host.

No matter how angry or sad he was, the first thing he thought about was Qiao Lan's safety. Tan Mo rarely felt nervous, so he immediately asked Uncle Chen to turn the car around and go to the western restaurant.

Uncle Chen sighed, "Are we going to wait for Qiao Lan to get off work and send her home?

That's too late. How about this, we go home first, and then I'll come to pick her up every night. How about that? "

After being nervous, Tan Mo calmed down. Only then did he remember the situation he and Qiao Lan were in.

For some reason, Tan Mo did not want Qiao Lan to know that he still cared about her.

"No," Tan Mo said in a muffled voice. After a while, he said, "Uncle Chen, find someone to send her home every night." Then, he added, "Follow her secretly. Don't let her find out."

Uncle Chen: "…"

Mingming still cared about her. Why did he have to be so stubborn?

"Okay," Uncle Chen agreed. Then, he asked, "Until when?"

"I don't know."

If you keep working, then keep following her.

Uncle Chen: "…"

Forget it, as long as you're happy.

Qiao Lan had no idea what was going on. However, when they were working, the manager specially looked for them and told them that something had happened recently. He told them to be careful, especially the girls working the night shift. He even specially gave each employee a bottle of pepper spray and a fruit knife.

Qiao Lan: "…"

The past few days had been peaceful. She heard that the police had already arrested the two robbers, but she still had to be careful.

After packing everything, Qiao Lan looked at the time and walked home as usual.

It was now 11: 47 pm. When she got home, it should be around 12: 20 pm … She did not have a lot of homework today, mainly because she had almost finished it during class … However, she still had to prepare for tomorrow's class …

Qiao Lan made plans for tonight in a mess along the way. When she arrived at the bottom of the Qiao family building, it was exactly 12: 20 pm.

She looked up and was slightly surprised to see that the lights were on in the house.

At this time, everyone in the Qiao family should be asleep, unless Mother Qiao stayed up to watch a drama. However, she usually would not turn the lights on in the living room so bright.

With the lights on, Qiao Lan slowed down her footsteps. She had a feeling that something was going to happen.

After going upstairs and opening the door, Qiao Lan looked up. Other than Qiao Yuan, Father Qiao and Mother Qiao were on the sofa in the living room. Old Lady Qiao looked like she was waiting for a good show, while Father Qiao and Mother Qiao's expressions were extremely ugly.

"Why are you standing at the door? Why aren't you coming in?" Mother Qiao stood up when she saw Qiao Lan walk in.

Old Lady Qiao clicked her tongue twice. "Maybe you're hiding something and don't dare to come in."

Father Qiao sat on the sofa fiercely and shouted, "Get in here!"

Qiao Lan narrowed her eyes and stopped in her tracks.

When she came up, she guessed that something might have happened. For example, Second Sister Qiao came back crying and said that her husband had found a mistress, or Old Lady Qiao and Mother Qiao quarreled again. However, she definitely did not think that it was her.

After all, she didn't do anything.

However, the way the three people in front of her acted made it seem like she had done something unforgivable.

Mother Qiao got even angrier when she saw her standing there motionless. "Can't you hear? I told you to come in and close the door. Even if you don't find it embarrassing, I'm afraid that others will hear it and embarrass us!"

Qiao Lan frowned. "How am I embarrassing?"

"Aiyo, you still don't admit it?" Old Lady Qiao raised her eyebrows. "I told you that you must have learned bad things from going out every day. Who knows what you're doing if you don't come back at night? Not only did you steal our money, but you also don't admit it."

Qiao Lan finally understood what was going on. Were they suspecting that she had stolen the Qiao family's money?

"I didn't steal it," Qiao Lan said.

"Your second sister came to give me twenty thousand yuan a while ago. I put it in the drawer under the coffee table. I didn't notice it until today. I counted it today and it's missing more than a thousand yuan." Mother Qiao slammed a stack of money on the table. "Where do you think the money went?!"

"I don't know, it wasn't me," Qiao Lan said expressionlessly. "Go ask someone else."

"Who else could it be? Ah, you said that your grandma couldn't bear to spend money at all. Your dad and I wouldn't take it. I just gave you Yuan a few days ago. I have enough money on me. Your eldest sister and second sister haven't been here recently. Did you steal it?"

"Then maybe it really was stolen by a ghost." Qiao Lan lowered her eyes and sneered. Qiao Lan's mother couldn't sit still anymore. "You don't want to admit it, right? You think you can do whatever you want just because you're good at studying?" She stood up and walked around a few times. Then, she took a broom from the toilet and came out. "I'll ask you again, did you steal it?"

"Who else could it be? She even bought a phone. If she didn't take it, where did she get the money to buy a phone? She even said that she worked for it." Old Lady Joe rolled her eyes at Mother Qiao. Her pair of small eyes stared at Qiao Lan. Suddenly, she stood up. "Look, look, I told you she stole it. Look at what's hanging around her neck …"

As she spoke, she ran over to grab the apple jade pendant on Qiao Lan's neck.

Qiao Lan slapped Old Lady Joe's hand away and covered her neck. Old Lady Joe's voice became sharper. "This shameless person should just be beaten to death …"

Father Qiao, who had been silent all this while, finally jumped up when Qiao Lan pushed Old Lady Joe to the side. His fat face shook as he grabbed the broom from Mother Qiao's hand and shouted, "Get over here …"

Qiao Lan pushed the door open and ran downstairs.

Father Qiao ran out with the broom and chased after her.

Qiao Lan was younger and more agile. Father Qiao was fat and wore slippers. He probably didn't expect that the timid and introverted Qiao Lan would dare to run away. He chased after her and scolded her in the staircase. By the time he reached the bottom of the stairs, Qiao Lan was already gone.

He looked left and right but couldn't find her. He was so angry that he cursed for a long time before he went upstairs. He didn't believe that Qiao Lan wouldn't come back. If she did, he would beat her to death.

Qiao Lan ran out of the neighborhood. Only when she reached the main road did she heave a sigh of relief. She squatted down under the streetlight to calm herself down.

If Father Qiao had caught her today, she might have been beaten to death.

She was safe for now. However, looking at the empty road in front of her, Qiao Lan was a little worried.

Where should she go now?

Where should she go after this?

The western restaurant was closed. She couldn't go back. As a girl, she couldn't wander around the streets for the whole night. She also couldn't go to an internet cafe for the whole night like some guys.

Should she get a room?

Just thinking about it made her heart ache.

However, she really couldn't think of any other way. She could only use her phone to open Meituan and search for the nearest hotel. She wanted to find a slightly cheaper one. She would get through today first and think about what to do tomorrow.

She squatted on the road and scrolled through her phone. After looking left and right, she finally found a hotel that she could accept. She clicked on the map to take a look. After identifying the road, she was about to stand up when a black car drove over from afar and stopped in front of Qiao Lan.

The car door slowly opened. A young man in very thin clothes sat in the car. His face was pale and his eyes were gloomy. He looked down at Qiao Lan, who was squatting on the road and huddling in a daze.

The two of them stared at each other for nearly half a minute before the young man finally looked away.

"Why aren't you coming up?"