Chapter 90: Planning to keep doing this?
Zhou Yunjie went downstairs in shock and sat quietly for a long time, his heart still pounding.
If you ignore Shen Zhiyu's foxy nature, he is actually a very attractive man. At least his looks and figure are in line with her aesthetic taste.
But she has gone through such a great journey that now she thinks every man she sees has evil intentions.
Moreover, she and Shen Zhiyu had originally agreed to get married, so it would be best for them to follow the agreement, with him providing the money and her providing the people.
After a year, we parted ways amicably.
Thinking this way, I felt a bit more at peace.
After taking a shower and changing into pajamas, she sat cross-legged on the bed and looked at her phone. Suddenly, she thought that since Shen Zhiyu was back, Qi Xiuping must have returned as well.
He took out his cell phone and sent a WeChat message to Qi Xiuping, wanting to ask about the matter about Liu Xiuli that he hadn't finished discussing that day.
Qi Xiuping didn't reply to the message and called directly.
“Ms. Zhou, the transfer of personnel in the senior area now requires the approval of President Shen. If you can convince President Shen, then there will be no problem on my side.”
Zhou Yunjie was stunned for a moment.
I just offended someone and now I need help from him.
After thinking it over, she had no choice but to lick her face and go up to the top floor again.
Before going upstairs, she did not forget to bring shower gel from her room.
After standing at the door for a while and preparing herself mentally, she reached out and knocked on the door.
No one answered for a long time. Just when she was hesitating whether to swipe the card to go in or continue waiting, the door opened from the inside.
The man had changed into a bathrobe, his hair still dripping with water, and his brows furrowed slightly when he saw her.
"What's up?"
Zhou Yunjie thought to himself, wasn't it just a hug? Why would he be so obsessed with mysophobia? He took a shower right after he left?!
But she only dared to say it in her heart and did not dare to show it on her face.
“Mr. Shen, I’m here to deliver the shower gel.”
Because she had just taken a shower and her hair was not dry yet, she didn't comb it, which made her look a little lazy.
Shen Zhiyu looked at her for a moment and reached out to her.
"Give it to me."
Zhou Yunjie had something to do, so he couldn't just leave. He quickly said, "I'll take her in. I can clean up the bathroom."
After she finished speaking, even she felt her face getting hot.
This sentence seems to be deliberate.
Shen Zhiyu was silent for a moment, then turned and went back to the room.
Zhou Yunjie followed him in and went into the bathroom in the bedroom.
As soon as she entered, her attention was drawn to the things on the sink.
The pajamas that Shen Zhiyu had just worn were placed on it, wet and dripping with water.
Zhou Yunjie curled his lips, it turned out that even the pajamas were washed.
After putting the shower gel away, she used the shower head to rinse the bathroom from inside to outside, then turned on the exhaust fan to remove the moisture. Only then did she stand up and pound her sore waist.
My period is coming, and my waist is sore from bending over for a long time.
"Are you planning to keep doing this?"
The sudden sound startled Zhou Yunjie.
After calming down for a moment, she replied, "Let's take it one step at a time. I'll make plans after the Yunding restaurant on Huaihai Road comes back."
"Are you so sure that I can help you get it back?" Shen Zhiyu asked.
Zhou Yunjie thought that he was going to regret his refusal just now, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.
"Didn't you promise me?"
Shen Zhiyu looked at her for a moment and sneered, "Are you sure you want to come back? Can you keep the business going? As far as I know, Yunding's revenue this year is not good. It would be difficult for you to support it with 5 million."
Zhou Yunjie was a little surprised after hearing this. She really hadn't thought about this.
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