Zuo Chenye showed her kindness repeatedly, which made her lose her soul.
Until Xiao Jiang reminded her, "Miss, you are already at the door."
An Yunxi suddenly came back to his senses and wiped the corners of his lips, knowing that he had lost his composure.
Zuo Chenye and Yan Han had already gotten out of the car and walked towards their Bentley.
She quickly waved to Zuo Chenye, "Young Master Zuo, see you tomorrow night!"
"Um."
Zuo Chenye responded lightly and immediately got into the car.
Yan Han drove the Bentley, turned around neatly, and drove away.
After the Bentley left the warlord's inner courtyard.
Zuo Chenye's face immediately fell, and his expression turned dark. He took out a large box of wet tissues from the center console, pulled out many of them, and began to vigorously wipe his hands, backs, palms, and fingers.
I didn't miss every spot. I rubbed it carefully and hard until it almost turned red.
He had a look of disgust and disgust on his face, and his handsome eyebrows were knitted together, as if he had touched something dirty.
Yan Han glanced sideways and cleared his throat unnaturally.
In recent years, Zuo Shao's mental mysophobia has indeed become more and more serious. But why did Zuo Shao make an exception for Zora. Qiao? I have never seen Zuo Shao wipe his hands with wet wipes after touching Zora. Qiao.
"Young Master Zuo, do you need me to send your suit for dry cleaning?" Yan Han asked.
Zuo Chenye looked out the window and suddenly said, "Pull over, now."
Yan Han was taken aback for a moment and quickly followed the instructions. He slammed on the brakes and parked the Bentley on the side of the road.
Zuo Chenye opened the car door, got out of the car, and unbuttoned his suit.
By the time Zuo Chenye walked to the roadside, he had already taken off his suit. He stuffed the suit into the trash can without even looking at it.
Then, he returned to the passenger seat as if nothing had happened.
The voice was cold, "Let's go."
It was so cold that I was stunned. A high-end handmade custom-made suit was just thrown into the trash can. It was a waste of money.
"Young Master Zuo, actually, you can actually wash it..." Yan Han felt a little distressed. It would be helpful to wash the clothes, there is no need to throw them away directly.
Zuo Chenye gave him a sharp look, "Dirty things can be washed away, but bad luck can only be thrown away."
"Oh." Yan Han touched his nose and drove away quickly.
Zuo Chenye took out the wet tissue again. His fingers had touched the suit just now and needed to be wiped again. Thinking that An Yunxi had reached out to hold him and rested his head on his arm today, he was going crazy.
The suit just now shouldn't be thrown away, it should be burned directly.
He wiped his fingers furiously and didn't stop until the trash can in the car was almost full.
Then, he reached out, picked up another windbreaker from the back seat of the car and put it on.
Yan Han was shocked. No wonder Zuo Shao brought an extra piece of clothing when he went out. It turned out that Zuo Shao had expected it.
He thought that Mr. Zuo still had some thoughts about An Yunxi, but it seemed that he was too worried.
"Young Master Zuo, where are you going now?" Yan Han asked respectfully.
"Sanwentang. I need to pick up something."
After Zuo Chenye finished speaking, he looked out the car window, the bustling scenery quickly passed by, and he was thoughtful.