Dancing Youth: Evil and Rebellious Girl

Chapter 259 Oh, the answer is no

Zuo Zhe's bedroom is huge, bigger than the living room in the residence near the school.

The main tone is bright blue, with noble and unique furnishings. The interior is made of imported solid wood furniture. The high-end is not luxurious, but simple and practical.

The masculine bedroom, with a large stack of books on the desk, looks a bit like a place where scholars live.

Ye Ziye walked to the front and picked up the top book, which turned out to be an English version of a book on economics.

After glancing at the inside page, she had no interest in reading any further.

She flipped through it casually, and found that the pile of books was full of books on psychology, management, and finance.

"Did you put it here for decoration?" She didn't believe that he could understand these college-level books.

Zuo Zhe is just a gangster who is good at fighting, and it is absolutely impossible for him to be a gangster who can read.

Which bastard loves to read?Who loves to read and run to hang out?
Oh, the answer is no.

Zuo Zhe smiled: "What do you think?"

Ye Ziye tilted his head and thought for a while, remembering that he spoke fluent English when he was besieged by several foreign men.

It made a deep impression on her.

Soon the servant came in with the medicine box, put it on the desk next to Ye Ziye, and said respectfully and politely: "Miss, please let me prescribe the medicine for you."

"No need, I can do it myself." Ye Ziye opened the medicine box and rummaged through it.

Zuo Zhe said to the servant: "You bring some boiled eggs up."

"Yes, master." The servant withdrew again.

He went straight into the bathroom, and then there was the sound of water, and after the sound of water disappeared, Zuo Zhe came out with a warm towel in his hand.

He stood in front of her, stretched out his empty hand towards her, and fixed his eyes on one of her hands, so she offered it clearly.

Suddenly I felt like a puppy. The owner stretched out his hand, and the puppy obediently put the dog's hand on it.

When he thought of this, three black lines appeared on his cheeks.

Zuo Zhe carefully used a warm and wet towel to lightly test her injured palm and fingers to wash off the blood and dirt on them.

Wipe one, then wipe the other.

The whole process was spent in silence.

The atmosphere became a little warm and heartwarming, a little sad and lingering, and a little ambiguous.

(End of this chapter)