Chapter 51 Black Lace
Zhou Yunjie looked at the meaningful smile on Shen Zhiyu's face, and recalled what happened last night, but he really couldn't remember the last fragment.
But my mind gradually became clear.
Although she had never experienced that kind of thing, she still knew some common sense.
All the joints in my body did hurt, and my thighs were very sore, but there was no other unusual feeling.
She glanced at Shen Zhiyu's sturdy figure. If something really happened between her and him, she probably wouldn't even be able to get out of bed this morning.
Before he could refute, Shen Zhiyu had already spoken, "You still have half an hour to prepare. Xinglai's HR will be at work at nine o'clock."
Zhou Yunjie was stunned for a moment, then realized, "Can I... go to work now?"
Shen Zhiyu glanced at her and said, "You've already wasted two minutes."
"Right away, right away."
Zhou Yunjie didn't even bother to pull up his T-shirt and trotted downstairs.
When she saw the empty handbag, she realized that Shen Zhiyu had not lied to her just now, and the clothes were indeed gone.
Then he trotted upstairs to find Shen Zhiyu.
The bedroom door was half open, and she called out, "Mr. Shen?"
No one agreed.
Anyway, if he is not here, he must be in another room.
Zhou Yunjie thought for a moment, then stood at the door and shouted, "I want to borrow one of your clothes..."
As he spoke, he walked lightly and entered the cloakroom.
Then, there was a cry of "Ah" and the person retreated instantly.
Shen Zhiyu held up the phone, put on the remaining shirt sleeve with one hand, and said to the other end of the phone, "Okay, next time I will definitely buy you a drink and accompany you for the whole time."
Qin Haohan snorted, "Let's talk about whether to drink or not. That woman just now... was she 'Black Lace'? Or... she sounded delicate and soft. What did she look like?"
"Stop asking!" Shen Zhiyu said and hung up the phone.
Qin Haohan's words seemed to turn on the switch of memory, and the images of Zhou Yunjie acting coquettishly in a soft voice appeared in Shen Zhiyu's mind one after another.
Her white naked body, her curvy curves, and her soft and boneless body hanging on him, she asked him questions again and again.
"Tell me, why on earth did you betray me?"
"How am I...worse than that old woman?"
"Touch me...ah...it's itchy, don't pinch me..."
Feeling a little restless all over, Shen Zhiyu shook off the erotic images in his mind and walked out buttoning his shirt.
Zhou Yunjie stood by the wall between the cloakroom and the bathroom with her face covered. Her expression could not be seen, but her blushing ears betrayed her current state.
Shen Zhiyu slowly fastened the last button and asked, "Aren't you going to borrow clothes? Why are you standing here?"
Hearing his voice, Zhou Yunjie put down his hand, not even daring to raise his head, and slipped along the wall into the cloakroom.
The glass cabinets were filled with white shirts and black trousers, all looking the same.
As Zhou Yunjie was hesitating, Shen Zhiyu walked in carrying a bag.
"I'll borrow a set every time I come. If you keep going like this, my closet will be empty."
Zhou Yunjie didn't understand the meaningful words.
Instead, I complained in my heart: It’s not easy to empty such a big cloakroom.
"I've washed the T-shirt and pants from last time, but haven't ironed them yet. I'll give them to you after I've ironed them. As for that little black dress...it's a little out of shape after I wore it. I'll compensate you when I make some money..."
Shen Zhiyu threw the bag on the sofa in the cloakroom. "No need, you can keep it." After that, he pointed to the bag and said, "This is a piece of clothing that someone gave to my mother. It doesn't fit well. You can keep it."
Zhou Yunjie took a look at the logo on the bag, which was also a brand that was shockingly expensive.
When she was at home, her mother bought her a set of clothes when she went to a fashion show. After hearing the price, she only wore it once or twice.
Too luxurious.
Last night I used someone's D.Porthault towel as a rag, and today I wore someone's haute couture suit.
Zhou Yunjie sighed in his heart, it seemed that he could not repay what he owed others.
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