afternoon.

"Ms. Saint, thank you so much for your donation and help. With your funds, the children won't have such a hard time this winter."

In a welfare home.

A charity event was being held, and they had invited many elites and wealthy people from City A to attend. They would listen to orphans singing, visit activities, etc., mainly to attract financial sponsorship for the next year.

At this moment, an elderly grandmother in the welfare home was looking at Sheng Wu with a gentle smile beside her with great joy.

She is the director of the welfare home.

Sheng Wu curled her lips and smiled modestly, "Dean, you are too polite. These are all things I should do."

Oh, the predecessor of this welfare home was the orphanage where the original owner was taken in.

"Miss Sheng, as the largest donor this time, we will give you some small gifts made by the children later. Although they are not valuable items, we hope that Miss Sheng can accept this thoughtful gesture."

The dean is over sixty years old. She has gray hair and a kind face, and she smiles cheerfully.

Sheng Wu smiled and nodded. "Dean, you're joking. Since this is a gift carefully prepared for me by the children, I must take a good look at it. I'll take it away when I leave later."

Since she was the largest donor, the director received her individually and took her to visit the welfare home as usual, introducing the equipment and uses of the money invested last year.

This was also a tool used by the original owner to be hypocritical.

Not only did she set up a stray animal rescue station at school, she also frequently donated money and supplies to welfare homes and places in need in society.

Of course, she seems to be low-key and doesn't let people deliberately publicize it.

But through the spread of others, everyone knew that she was a kind and loving person.

"Miss Sheng, these hot water facilities were built last year with the funds you donated. The children basically no longer have frostbite and low-grade fever problems in winter."

The director took Sheng Wu to the living area of ​​the welfare home.

The director was still the director of the orphanage that had taken in the original owner. She naturally knew that Sheng Wu was adopted by the Sheng family, but she was smart enough to keep silent about such things.

"That's good." Hearing this, Sheng Wu nodded, her innocent face soft and gentle. "By the way, let's buy some quilts and cotton clothes for the children today."

The dean agreed immediately.

"OK."

After all, this money was given by Sheng Wu, so of course it should be used according to her wishes.

“Miss Saint, the activities outside are about to begin. This time our children have prepared some cake-making activities. You can go and have a look and make some with them.”

The dean made the suggestion sincerely.

"Okay, Dean, you go ahead and do your work. I can just walk around on my own."

Hearing this, Sheng Wu glanced sideways slightly, nodded, and the corners of her lips curved.

"Oh well."

When the dean heard this, she agreed. Sheng Wu would come here at a fixed time every year, and she also had some important tasks outside, so she would not refuse.

"Then Miss Sheng, please take your time to browse around. If you need anything, you can call me directly."

"OK."

Then Sheng Wu walked alone in the huge welfare home. Those children were probably arranged to other places to prepare for activities.

The light footsteps on the wooden boards made almost no sound.

Sheng Wu looked at the welfare home environment in the original owner's memory. Although there were some differences, it was basically the same. She had a blank look in her eyes and felt very bored.

Soon, the fun began.

Sheng Wu just turned a corner and came to a dormitory when she saw it.

That tall and cool flower on the high mountain.

Sheng Wu's lips curled slightly, and she walked over without any surprise.

He didn't deliberately walk lightly, so Jimo Li, who was standing by the bed in the dormitory and overlooking the lively scene in the courtyard below along the window sill, heard something move in his ears.

"Mr. Jimo, what a coincidence."

Sheng Wu curled her red lips and walked to Jimo Li with a smile.

When Jimo Li heard the noise, he turned around, his eyes filled with surprise and expectation.

"Why is Miss Saint here?"

Sheng Wu didn't answer but asked, "What about Mr. Jimo? Why is he here?"

Jimo Li raised his cold eyebrows, wearing gold-rimmed rimless glasses, looking elegant, refined, yet aloof, with a bookish air, and the expression in his eyes was hidden.

He raised his eyes indifferently, looked at Sheng Wu, pulled his lips, and a low and cold voice came out from his chest.

"I told Miss Saint last night that my parents died when I was ten, and I was sent to an orphanage, which is right here. There was an event going on today, and I was invited back to take a look."

Hearing this, Sheng Wu's face lit up and showed a very appropriate surprise.

"It turns out that Mr. Jimo also stayed in this orphanage."

“…”

However, Jimo Li looked at her very pretentious expression of surprise, frowned slightly and remained speechless.

But he didn't rush to speak. He just looked at Sheng Wu silently and calmly.

"Did Mr. Jimo also donate money?"

Seeing his cold and silent look, Sheng Wu, who felt bored, sneered, shrugged, and was too lazy to perform with him, so she walked straight to Jimo Li's side.

Following his gaze, I lowered my head and looked into the yard.

“Yes, I donated it.”

Jimo's Adam's apple slid up and down, and the tip of his nose was filled with a faint fragrance coming from the person very close to him.

His fine eyelashes trembled slightly, his pupils drooped, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a person with fair skin in front of him, and slightly curly long hair swayed slightly, inadvertently touching the curve of his chest.

Because this is an angle, the distance between the two people is very close, only the distance between two fists.

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