Yan Zixiu was stunned for a long time before he responded, "I'm not..."
But before he could finish, Jing Shaoci bent down and pulled him up from the ground, and then took out a handkerchief from his suit jacket.
Yan Zixiu looked at him with red eyes and asked seriously, "Can I wipe my nose?"
The rare warm atmosphere between the two was instantly broken by this sentence.
Because Yan Zixiu was soaked, Jing Shaoci drove him to a nearby five-star hotel.
"Buy a set of clothes in Yan Zixiu's size and send it to the Four Seasons Hotel immediately."
Jing Shaoci came back after the call, and turned up the air conditioner temperature. Then when he walked into the living room, he found Yan Zixiu still sitting on the sofa.
"Go take a shower."
Maybe because he cried so hard, Yan Zixiu looked a little depressed.
If the wet clothes kept sticking to his body, he might catch a cold. After thinking for a moment, he stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
After a few minutes, Yan Zixiu opened the door a little, poked his head out and said, "Mr. Jing, please come in for a moment."
Jing Shaoci didn't know what was wrong with Yan Zixiu. After the divorce, he spoke in a literary way, like an old scholar studying ancient literature.
After he walked over, he heard Yan Zixiu whisper, "The bath water is a little cold."
Jing Shaoci looked at him expressionlessly, "Turn it up."
"I don't know how to do it."
There were many buttons in this bathroom, which were completely different from the ones in the original owner's home.
Jing Shaoci looked at him for a long time, and then said coldly, "Yan Zixiu, your way of making excuses is getting worse and worse."
He just thought that the other party had changed, but it turned out that his nature was hard to change.
Yan Zixiu didn't understand what he meant at all, and said with a puzzled look in his eyes: "I just want to..."
But Jing Shaoci didn't even wait for him to finish his words, and turned around and left.
In the end, he still took a cold shower.
More than 20 minutes later, Yan Zixiu, wearing a bathrobe neatly, walked out of the bathroom.
Jing Shaoci threw the clothes that the assistant had just brought to him, "Change."
"Thank you." He just picked it up, but let it go the moment he saw the price on the tag.
Jing Shaoci raised his eyes and looked at him, "Why."
A shirt costs 36,000 yuan, and I don't know how many ox carts of Polygonum multiflorum candies can be bought with this amount.
Yan Zixiu took a deep breath and said, "I'll wait for my clothes to dry."
Jing Shaoci took in his reaction and said indifferently, "If I remember correctly, I transferred two million to you this morning."
Yan Zixiu replied righteously, "That's the money I used to exorcise evil spirits. How can I squander it casually?"
Jing Shaoci didn't understand his logic at all. Just as he was about to speak, the phone on the table suddenly vibrated.
Yan Zixiu saw that the note was Li Fengzhi, picked up the call and pressed the answer button.
"Hello, Li Jingji."
The other party asked him if he was at home at the moment, and he answered honestly: "Mr. Jing and I are in the hotel now, and we just took a shower."
After hearing this, Li Fengzhi on the other side took out his mobile phone and took a look, then said with mixed feelings: "Sorry to bother you."
After hanging up the call, Jing Shaoci looked at him with a cold look in his eyes.
"Yan Zixiu."
Yan Zixiu, who was still looking at the mobile phone screen, suddenly raised his head, "What's the matter?"
Jing Shaoci looked at his clear and bright eyes, and for some reason, the words he had said before suddenly couldn't be said.
In the end, he just stood up without saying a word, and then left directly.
Yan Zixiu has now completely adapted to his strange behavior.
As long as he silently recited three sentences, even if Jing Shaoci did something slightly excessive, he would understand.
These three sentences are -
he will die young.
He is not good enough.
He is rich.
Especially with the last sentence, the first two sentences instantly seem even more sad.