The Charm Was Irresistible Chapter 3

"Okay, it's okay now." Taking advantage of the green light, Quentin Yu dragged the man across the road, put him on the side of the road, and said angrily.

For such an old man, he still has the nerve to say that he can’t cross the road. Today he will carry out his good deeds to the end and see what other tricks he can come up with!

The man looked at his own hands, then at Quentin Yu's hands, and stood there silently, not speaking.

Quentin Yu secretly scolded him for not being able to fart with three sticks, and licked his hair that was blown by the wind. Suddenly he saw an old double-skin milk shop on the roadside, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

The winter in the north is cold and dry. It is the best time to have a bowl of hot red bean double skin milk.

Thinking of this, Quentin Yu left the man behind and went directly to the small shop. It was a working day, so there was no one in the store. A few sweet-looking girls were leaning against the front desk, chatting away.

Quentin Yu admired it for a few seconds and shook her head with regret. It was a pity. She was beautiful, but the gender was wrong.

One of the little girls noticed someone was coming to the store and quickly stopped chatting, "What would you like to order?" She looked over at Quentin Yu, her face turning red.

Quentin Yu not only has a good face, but also has a great temperament. At this moment, he is leaning on the front desk, looking up at the menu with a smile, and he has an unreasonable and romantic attitude.

Several little girls suddenly became cautious, and their eyes fell on him vaguely.

"One portion of red bean milk with double skin and one portion of durian milk with double skin."

Quentin Yu made a decision after just one glance.

"Okay, you go sit over there and wait for a while." The little girl is shy, but she does her job well. He skillfully took orders, found money, and arranged a seat for Quentin Yu.

Quentin Yu nodded and walked towards the window.

At this time, the wind chimes hanging on the door of the dessert shop rang again. Before he could turn around to look at the person coming, the hem of his clothes suddenly tightened, and a bad premonition suddenly hit his heart.

Won't...

Quentin Yu turned around in disbelief and saw the man's handsome face.

"What are you doing?" Seeing several clerks looking here curiously, Quentin Yu quickly led him to the window and asked coldly, "Do you think I've made you lose face and want to get it back?"

Good luck and all that are all illusions, otherwise why would I meet a lunatic as soon as I go out?

The man looked at him silently and said nothing.

Quentin Yu was made a little irritable by him, and there was a hint of impatience in his voice, "Speak? Are you mute?"

This time, the man responded quickly, "I'm not mute."

Very serious look.

Quentin Yu was so angry that he fell down and almost wanted to punch him.

"Then why are you following me? To strike up a conversation? Want to be friends with me?"

Ever since he was a child, Quentin Yu has been surrounded by suitors, both male and female, in countless numbers. It's just that when he was in school, he was worried about tuition fees and three meals a day, and when he entered the entertainment industry, he was worried about his own image, and he never paid attention to these people.

But if you have never eaten pork, you have always seen pigs running away. As soon as Quentin Yu saw the man's dependence on him, he knew that he wanted to strike up a conversation with her.

His eyes moved around the man's face, like two furry little claws, tickling people's hearts. The hearts of the little girls in the distance were beating fast, but the man opposite him showed no reaction.

Instead, he fluttered his eyelashes in confusion, "What does chatting up... mean?"

Quentin Yu: ...

Is this person from Mars? !

"So why are you following me?" Quentin Yu pulled out the chair and sat down, took a spoonful of hot double-skinned milk and put it into his mouth. The fragrant milk taste dissipated the irritability in his heart. Quentin Yu breathed out a sigh of relief and asked again patiently.

"I..." The man's hands were neatly placed against the line of his pants. He looked like a big domestic wolfdog, extremely well-behaved. He lowered his head uneasily, not daring to look into Quentin Yu's eyes, and said in a low voice, "I'm lost."

Quentin Yu paused: "So?"

"Please take me home."

Quentin Yu: ...

Tsk, tsk, tsk, the way young people strike up conversations now is so awesome. They don’t need WeChat or phone calls, but they just want someone to go home with them. Do you think you are a fool?

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the man, stretched out his clean and slender hand: "Mobile phone."

The man fumbled in his pocket for a long time before taking out a brand new mobile phone and put it into Quentin Yu's hand without warning.

Quentin Yu lowered his head and saw that it was Apple's latest model.

"password."

The man frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head honestly, "I don't remember."

Just when Quentin Yu couldn't help but get angry, he suddenly seemed to remember something. He lowered his head and rummaged through the bag he was carrying. After a while, he took out a delicate notebook from it and handed it to him honestly. Quentin Yu.

What's this? Quentin Yu suppressed the fire in his heart and opened the notebook with the mentality of "see what he can do".

The handwriting on it is sharp and beautiful, consistent in size, and aligned up and down very neatly. It can be seen that the person who wrote it definitely has obsessive-compulsive disorder.

However, what surprised Quentin Yu was not this, but the content above.

Mobile phone passwords, email passwords, and even bank card passwords are all written clearly.

He looked up at the man and sighed in his heart again, could this man be stupid? Can you show your bank card password to strangers?

Quentin Yu unlocked the phone according to the password recorded above, and found that the man's phone was very clean. The software that came with the system had been divided into a folder, and the only remaining APP was navigation.

So...is this person really a roadie? Aren't you trying to strike up a conversation with him?

Quentin Yu couldn't help but calm down. He checked the call records first and saw that there was nothing in them. He could only click on the navigation and ask him: "Your home address."

The man quickly reported a list of addresses, as if he was afraid of being scolded again.

It was the most high-end villa area in the city, and those who could live there were either rich or noble. In his previous life, Quentin Yu struggled to the end and finally qualified to buy a house there. Unfortunately, he was reborn before he could make a move.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the man with some hatred towards the rich. The man's body froze when he saw him, and he took a step back uneasily, his hands still obediently attached to the sides of his pants.

Quentin Yu: ...

He entered the address of the man's home in the navigation, enlarged the page, and told him the route carefully. Finally, he pointed out the window and said, "There are taxis outside. Just ask the master to follow this route."

The man didn't move.

Quentin Yu: "What?"

The man glanced at him quickly, then quickly lowered his eyes, looking like he had been greatly wronged.

Quentin Yu: "What's going on? Talk!"

The man lowered his head, and a strand of black hair on top of his head was pitifully blown to the side by the air-conditioned wind, "I don't know how to take a taxi."

Quentin Yu: ...

Quentin Yu: "You can't cross the road, you can't take a taxi, and you can't remember your password. Let me ask one more question, what do you do? Do you know your name?"

The man opened his mouth and seemed unconvinced, "I remember my name. My name is Hugo Huo."

Quentin Yu sneered sarcastically, "Oh, it's great that you can remember your own name. Do you want me to reward you with a K!ss, a hug, and a lift?"

Hugo Huo's eyes widened suddenly, and then his face turned red little by little, and even the base of his fair ears were stained with a layer of glow.

"Okay, I'm going to do something good today." Quentin Yu scraped off the last bit of red bean double-skinned milk in the bowl and glanced at Hugo Huo, "I'll take you home after I finish."

After several trials, Quentin Yu had already figured out that Hugo Huo was probably not faking it. He really didn't know the way and couldn't take a taxi.

What kind of family can raise such a young master? This is probably the legendary disease of wealth.

He shook his head and was about to get another bowl of double skin milk. "Gulu" A loud bowel sound came from the direction of Hugo Huo.

Quentin Yu was stunned, and so was Hugo Huo.

"No, you haven't eaten for how many days?" Yu Qing laughed happily, her peach blossom eyes curling up. "Here, you eat this double-skinned milk."

Hugo Huo's face turned even redder, his eyes were so panicked that he didn't dare to look at Quentin Yu, but he still answered his question honestly, "From morning to now."

It was already past six o'clock in the afternoon, and this man hadn't eaten all day.

Quentin Yu sighed, beckoned the waiter to bring a clean spoon, and stuffed it into Hugo Huo's hand, "Eat quickly, what else do you want? I'll treat you to this meal."

Hugo Huo shook his head and stiffly took the spoon to scoop up the double skin milk. But for some reason, he was very awkward when doing such a simple action. He often scooped it up several times before scooping up something.

Quentin Yu found it novel and stared at him with interest until Hugo Huo's head was about to smoke. Only then did he look away with conscience.

Although Huo Qujia is a villa area, it is not remote. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers and has an excellent view. It is very famous in the city. There is no need for navigation at all. The rental master will know the location as soon as he hears it.

Quentin Yu was chatting happily with the master, but Hugo Huo didn't speak. He sat quietly next to him, with his back straight and his hands on his knees, like a primary school student waiting for the teacher to check his hygiene.

Quentin Yu peeked at him while busy and was so amused that he laughed.

Non-residents cannot enter the villa area, and taxis can only park at the door. Quentin Yu took Hugo Huo's small notebook and flipped through it a few times, found a page with the phone number recorded in it, and said to him: "I will send you here. If you still can't find which building belongs to you, just give it to me." You brothers, call your parents and ask them to pick you up."

Seeing Hugo Huo listening attentively with his dark eyes open, Quentin Yu continued: "Okay, I'm leaving. You go back to have a meal and have a good rest."

After saying that, he paid the fare, opened the door and got out of the car first, waved to Hugo Huo, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Hugo Huo sat quietly in the car for a full minute. It wasn't until the driver urged him that he unfastened his seat belt and prepared to get off.

When he passed the place where Quentin Yu was sitting, he suddenly saw a sticker on it. He reached out to lift it up and saw two lines of small black characters printed on it: No. 29 Quentin Yu.

Quentin Yu, Quentin Yu.

Hugo Huo carefully put the sticker into his bag, thought about it, took it out, folded it up with great treasure, and put it in his pocket.