Guide To Raising the Sick Villain

Qiao Lan didn't wear the fat and big dark blue school uniform today. She was wearing the uniform of the western restaurant staff.

The hair is simply curled up, revealing a slender and beautiful neck line, a western-style small waistcoat, a white single-collar shirt tucked in a short skirt, and an extremely thin waist.

She wore a pair of black leather shoes with soft soles, her calves were increasingly slender, slender, and straight. She walked around this western restaurant with a light posture, very busy but very skilled.

Tan's father really couldn't figure out what this son was thinking.

He has always liked this western restaurant, the environment is good, the service is good, and the food tastes great.

But if Tan Mo likes it or not, he can’t guess it. Seeing that Tan Mo is sitting in a wheelchair and there is no movement, his eyebrows are almost invisible frowning, "I come here often, it’s not bad, but if you don’t like it, we can change it. "Father Tan said, "Or you don't want to eat Western food? What do you want to eat?"

Tan Mo's gaze still fell straight on Qiao Lan's back, and briefly uttered three words.

"That's it."

Tanfu Meifeng stretched out.

Tan's father came here quite a few times. He was a frequent visitor here, and he was generous. Most of the staff here knew him. Miss Yingbin saw Tan's father and greeted him immediately, "Mr. Tan, please come inside."

After that, he lowered his head and glanced at the young man in a wheelchair who had followed Tan's father.

His complexion was too pale, and his hair was a bit too long. It covered his eyes and couldn't see the whole picture. In short, it was a bit strange.

But after all, the professional quality is good, Miss Yingbin still came over with a smile, "I will push you in."

The boy's voice was cold and stern. He looked at Miss Welcome, who was only one meter away from him, "No need."

The smile on Miss Yingbin's face was a little stiff. Tanfu explained that his son was not used to being too close to strangers, and Miss Yingbin was busy recovering his smile.

Father Tan looked back at Tan Mo, "Let's go, you don't like noise, let's go inside."

Tan Mo turned his head, his eyes fell on the familiar back again, "You go first."

Tan's father frowned, but Tan Mo ignored him. Tan's father followed Tan Mo's line of sight. It was all the guests who came to eat here and the waiters walking around. There was nothing special.

"Forget it," Tanfu didn't care about him, and ordered the waiter to bring him over for a while.

Qiao Lan was very busy all day today.

The business of this western restaurant is unexpectedly good. If it weren’t for the previous experience of working in a western restaurant, I couldn’t handle it for a while.

When the table of guests she was in charge of left, Qiao Lan finally had a moment of rest, and he sighed and walked to the small corridor with few people, squatting down and squeezing her calf.

Just before taking a minute to rest, a girl who wore the same small suit as Qiao Lan walked straight over, pointing to the two newcomers with impatience, and asked Qiao Lan to order food quickly and don't be lazy.

This girl is called Meng Xue.

As soon as Qiao Lan came here today, she could feel Meng Xue's hostility, her arrogant attitude, and the appearance of a person who always instructed Qiao Lan to run around.

The reason here is not hard to guess, because Meng Xue didn't come last night, and Qiao Lan worked for Meng Xue all night.

When she first came in the morning, Meng Xue even tricked Qiao Lan. She found out that Qiao Lan was only a freshman and deliberately sent Qiao Lan to order some foreigners.

It's just that Meng Xue didn't expect that Qiao Lan, who was just a freshman, seemed to have better English skills than her. After ordering the meal smoothly, the few foreigners finally gave Qiao Lan a lot of tips.

Meng Xuehui's intestines were green.

After that, he targeted Qiao Lan all day.

Xiaoliu, who had just greeted the guests, brought the guests in and asked her to hurry up to order food. Meng Xue didn't really want to go.

The consumption level of this restaurant is very high. Most of the people who can come here to consume are rich people. After staying for a long time, they can gradually see the economic situation of the guests from their clothes, watches, and bags.

Everyone prefers to take charge of those who are rich, because they order more meals, get a lot of commissions, and maybe give tips.

Two tables of guests just came in. One table is a gentleman surnamed Tan who often comes here. Every time he spends a lot of money, Meng Xue naturally wants to go to this table.But the foreman asked her to take charge of another table. Meng Xue didn't find a luxury item on that guest, so naturally she didn't want to go.

Turning around, I saw that Qiao Lan was taking a rest at her junior, and she immediately pushed the guest to Qiao Lan, and she wanted to take charge of Mr. Tan's order.

Qiao Lan glanced at Meng Xue and stood up, "I see."

Meng Xue smiled with satisfaction, turned around in a good mood, but didn't want to just turn her head and hit a teenager in a wheelchair.

Qiao Lan's pupils shrank, and she rushed over in shock, and grabbed the wheelchair. She looked at the young man who didn't know why he appeared here, and was about to ask him if there was anything wrong. Meng Xue, who almost fell in fright, pushed him. Drive her away, leaning to Tan Mo, "I'm sorry, sorry..."

Tan Mo pushed Meng Xue abruptly, and the wheelchair backed up and hit the wall a lot.

The sudden approach of a stranger, Tan Mo's uncontrollable rejection and nausea.

Meng Xue was taken aback, raised her head, and looked at the young man's extremely disgusted, cold eyes.

"Go away."

The feet that Meng Xue wanted to step forward suddenly froze in place.

As long as he is not a fool, he can hear the irritability and disgust in Tan Mo's tone.

The other waiters passing by inevitably took another look. Meng Xue's face was flushed, but she managed to squeeze a smile and hurriedly left here with her head down.

Qiao Lan looked at the young man who hadn't seen him for several days, and hesitantly stopped where he wanted to go forward.

A few days ago, Tan Mo clearly told her that he likes to be alone and he hates being approached.

But just now, because Meng Xue was too close, Tan Mo's attitude made people feel scared.

Qiao Lan paused, stood two meters away from Tan Mo, and asked him softly, "Are you okay?"

Tan Mo raised his head, his eyes fixed on her face.

Just now, he had watched her for a long time, but he didn't dare to come up. He always remembered the boy who walked with Qiao Lan that day. He was afraid that Qiao Lan would ignore him and would say that he would never again. Bother him, and then pass him by pretending to be a stranger.

He couldn't understand the concern on her face, but when Qiao Lan rushed over and pulled the wheelchair away, and the phrase "Are you okay", Tan Mo thought carefully and cautiously in his heart, is this a concern? ?

That's right.

But if it is an ordinary guest and accidentally bumped into it, would she do the same, and then ask if there is anything wrong with you.

Tan Mo's heart that had just fluctuated suddenly tightened again, and the soreness of the heart seemed to pull his whole body for a moment, and the arm that had just been hit only faintly ached.

There was an unbearable pain on Tan Mo's face.

Qiao Lan's face changed slightly, "I just hit it? Where did I hit it?"

Tan Mo finally heard something urgent from this sentence. He raised his head and quickly glanced at Qiao Lan, then lowered his head. When Qiao Lan thought that Tan Mo was resisting her again, Tan Mo's voice was shallow. Pierced Qiao Lan's eardrum.

"arm."

Qiao Lan was stunned. The teenager who said he didn't like it that day gradually overlapped with Tan Mo, who was slightly fragile at this moment. Qiao Lan tentatively took a small step forward and looked at Tan Mo carefully, "Is it serious?"

Tan Mo seemed to have not heard this sentence. He sat here quietly, as if after a long ideological struggle, raised his head and met Qiao Lan's gaze, "Why are you here?"

If Tan Mo answered her passively just now, then ask her why she is here, is it considered Tan Mo's initiative?

It has been a month since I met Tan Mo. This is the first time Tan Mo has spoken to her on the initiative.

Tan Mo said that he hates someone approaching him, but if he takes the initiative, does that mean that he does not hate her approach?

Qiao Lan couldn't hide her surprise in her heart, "I'm working."

Part-time job?

Tan Mo still stared at her, "Not going to school?"

"I only go to class on weekends and evenings."

The subjects in the first year of high school are not too easy, even if the studies are already heavy, but still insist on working?Tan Mo thought about it and figured it out.

"You are short of money?"

Qiao Lan was caught off guard by the straight ball.

Qiao Lan remembered a piece of content that she had seen during Chaasperger's disease. People who said that Asperger's disease would not be ambiguous. They think directly in a way that makes people feel embarrassed.

Sure enough, it was straightforward.

Qiao Lan smiled softly, "It's a bit lacking."

If Tan Mo had a normal way of expressing emotions, his brows must be frowned at this moment. He was silent for a long time before finally spitting out a surprising sentence.

Tan Mo said, "I'll give it to you."

Qiao Lan almost threw out the order book in her hand.

Normal people would never think this way, nor would normal people speak this way.

But Tan Mo is different.

Because you are short of money, because I have money, so I give you money, there is no logical error.

"No need, it's not very lacking, and the schoolwork is not heavy." Qiao Lan shook her head, fearing that Tan Mozuan's horns hurriedly changed the subject, "Why are you here, are you here for dinner?"

Tan Mo looked at Qiao Lan for a long time, only then slowly "hmm".

"Then I will take you over," Qiao Lan glanced at Tan Mo's arm, "Do you need me to push you over."

Tan Mo subconsciously refused, "No need."

But when he finished speaking, Tan Mo was silent again.

He imagined it for a moment and discovered that in fact, being pushed by Qiao Lan, it shouldn't be as unacceptable as others.

Tan Mo pursed his lips. He was probably a little regretful. He slowly rolled the wheelchair to follow Qiao Lan, and waited for Qiao Lan to send him back, "You help me order food."

Qiao Lan glanced at the orderer who was already waiting at the table.

Tan Mo didn't seem to see it at all.

"You point."

The orderer looked at Qiao Lan and smiled, turned and left, and the father Tan who had been waiting for Tan Mo gave Qiao Lan a surprised look.

Qiao Lan could only take out the order book, showing a professional smile to introduce the necessary items in the shop to Tan Fu and Tan Mo.

Tan Fu came often, eating very fixed food, and quickly ordered the order. Tan Mo looked at the menu and ordered one after another blankly, and the orders were all expensive.

After ordering the fourth one, Qiao Lan couldn't stand up anymore, "If there are two people, the weight is a bit bigger."

Tan Mo stopped for a while, but his eyes were still on the caviar.

Tan Fu didn't think anything, Tan Mo's preferences were too difficult to guess, it was rare to take the initiative to order food, and he would come as he pleases. Anyway, the Tan family lacks nothing and money.

"Order if you want."

So I added another caviar and pudding.

When the order was given to the back kitchen, several orderers next to him looked at Qiao Lan with envy.

In addition to the basic salary, restaurant employees mainly rely on commissions. A small portion of the meals ordered by the responsible guests will be allocated to the waiter in charge of this table.

The table that Qiao Lan was in charge of just now is absolutely 10,000 yuan, and Qiao Lan will be able to draw hundreds of dollars by then.

Qiao Lan's expression is even more subtle.

Although I feel a little passionate about thinking this way, I still feel that there are so many Tan Mo points that seem to have something to do with her.

After all, Tan Mo just said that she wanted to give her money and she refused.

Holding the slip in her hand, Qiao Lan felt her hand trembling a little.

The dishes were put on the table one by one, but Tan Mo only ate a little. As expected, in the end, a lot of Tan Mo did not finish even one-fifth.

Tan Mo was still expressionless, Tan Fu gave her a card and asked her to swipe the card, and returned to the table after finishing the card. Tan Mo and Tan Fu had already left.

The foreman walked up to her with a look of surprise, "Mr. Tan brushed one thousand yuan more."

"??"

"A tip for you!"

Qiao Lan:...

Eating western food usually pays a 10%-15% service charge, but it is generally not required, especially if there are so many orders like Tanmo, the service charge itself is already included.

Qiao Lan hurriedly looked out the window, Tan Mo had already got in a car, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Qiao Lan should have been very happy to get so much money in one day, but when she thought of Tan Mo, she felt that money was hot.

After returning home in the evening, Mother Qiao complained that she didn't see anyone for a day and didn't know where she had gone. Qiao Lan didn't explain to Mother Qiao, she quickly finished washing and went to rest.

After all, there will be class tomorrow morning.

The next day I came to the school as usual and walked into the classroom. Pei Ning and the two girls sitting behind said hello casually. Qiao Lan replied good morning. When I turned my head, I saw Chen Yaoyang who was looking here. .

Chen Yaoyang came so early?

Qiao Lan suddenly felt a little stressed.

Although it is said that she has the advantage of the previous foundation, Chen Yaoyang is the male protagonist after all. It is said in the book that Chen Yaoyang has always been the number one since childhood.

Chen Yaoyang was better than her in science, and he was very easy to learn, but now he actually started to read, maybe next time he will surpass Qiao Lan.

How could Qiao Lan not be nervous.

She wants a scholarship.

Qiao Lan didn't dare to waste any time. After waiting for her early self-study, she rushed to the bottom of the building to fetch water. After fetching the water, she returned to the classroom and saw Tan Mo at a glance.

After disappearing for two days last week, Tan Mo finally returned.

He still sat there quietly, looking down at the book.

Qiao Lan cleaned up today. When he was cleaning Tan Mo, he saw that the book Tan Mo was reading was a thick historical lecture.

"Morning", Qiao Lan smiled and said to Tan Mo, but Tan Mo raised his head and glanced at Qiao Lan, but his gaze went over Qiao Lan's shoulder and fell on the other students who were curiously looking here, whispering to Qiao Lan Said, "Don't talk to me."

Qiao Lan was taken aback, if it weren't for a lot of money in her pocket, she would think that yesterday's Tan Mo was fake.

Tan Mo lowered his head again, and Qiao Lan walked away with the mop confused, taking two steps and looking back.

What's wrong again?

I haven't figured it out all day.

Until school was over in the afternoon, Qiao Lan hurried to the western restaurant and changed clothes. Not long after, a familiar figure appeared in the western restaurant, and an old man walked in with Tan Mo's wheelchair.

Tan Mo’s light brown eyes searched for Qiao Lan’s figure, and then his eyes fell on her.

"order."