Chapter 7 Taking Advantage of the Fire

The duty manager at the Xinglai front desk received a call from Shen Zhiyu and quickly arrived at the scene with security.

Shen Zhiyu pointed at a few drunks on the ground and asked the manager on duty, "Has the store manager emphasized the security issue in front of the hotel? Drunks dared to run to the hotel entrance to 'pick up corpses'. What's the security director doing for a living?"

The manager on duty was a stranger. Hearing this, he explained in a low voice, "Boss Shen, it just happened to be a shift change, so we didn't have time to come..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Shen Zhiyu, “Are you new here?”

The manager on duty nodded and said, “Boss Shen, my name is Chen Jingjing, and I was just transferred here from Jiangzhou.”

Shen Zhiyu's gaze stayed on her for a moment, and he said, "Hurry up and deal with it." Then he opened the door and got into the car.

Zhou Yunjie, who was watching the fun, saw Shen Zhiyu get in the car and quickly retreated to his side, not daring to even look at the man beside him.

The back of Shen Zhiyu's hand had been scratched by a metal button on someone's clothes. It stung slightly, and a few drops of blood oozed out. He called Lao Chen for a sterile cotton swab and a Band-Aid, and then took care of it himself.

Zhou Yunjie was still drunk, but when he saw Shen Zhiyu's actions, he slowly moved over apologetically, "I...hiccup...help you."

The carriage was suddenly filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

Shen Zhiyu frowned and raised his eyebrows to look at Zhou Yunjie.

Although he didn't say a word, his stern look still forced Zhou Yunjie to retreat.

"drive."

After Shen Zhiyu treated the wound on his hand, he threw the things into the trash can, leaned against the soft pillow and closed his eyes.

After drinking, people become dull.

Zhou Yunjie was originally thinking of telling Lao Chen the address of his rental house, but when the heater in the car started up, he felt sleepy in the heat and soon fell asleep leaning on the soft pillow.

A soft purring sound like a kitten could be heard in the quiet car. It wasn't loud, but it was disturbing enough.

Shen Zhiyu opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Zhou Yunjie beside him.

She had gone from sitting upright to leaning back, her arms clutching his suit jacket as she slept soundly. Her small, bare feet, curled up on the dark carpet, were still dazzlingly white in the dim light.

"Mr. Shen, where should we send the person?" Old Chen pondered for a long time and finally asked.

Shen Zhiyu raised his hand and tapped Zhou Yunjie's forehead, "Wake up."

Zhou Yunjie waved his hand away from his forehead in his sleep, and said in a voice full of annoyance, "Don't bother me!"

The hand that had been waved away returned to its original position, moved down, and patted the chubby cheek, "Where do you live?"

"You... can't read it yourself... huh?" Zhou Yunjie muttered and leaned forward. "On the software..."

The sudden weight hitting his legs caught Shen Zhiyu off guard.

Her long, seaweed-like curls spread across his trousers, and the chubby face she had just patted lay between his legs. This wasn't the end of it, as the person sleeping comfortably tugged at the hem of her skirt, which was in the way, and lifted her legs onto the seat.

The movements were smooth and flowing, and the person on his legs sighed with satisfaction and fell into a deep sleep again.

Shen Zhiyu was silent for a moment, and told Lao Chen, "Let's go back to Shen Garden."

…

Zhou Yunjie had a dream in which he was extremely unlucky.

After catching the adulterer, she found out that the landlord wanted to raise the rent and kicked her out of the rental house.

Late at night, she couldn't contact Lin Xiaotang again and was forced to sleep on the hard floor of the material room in the hotel where she worked.

Before she even woke up, she was spotted by a pesky colleague who had come to pick up supplies that morning. He called a group of colleagues over to watch her. He even turned her luggage upside down under the pretext of checking if she had stolen any supplies.

She sat in the middle of the floor, feeling extremely aggrieved.

"You bastard! You're taking advantage of someone's misfortune!"

After saying this, he fell asleep again.

But some people looked gloomy, and it was hard to tell whether they were happy or angry.