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Seeing Meng Shuyu looking over after hearing the noise, a faint blush appeared on his fair face, his eyes seemed to be immersed in misty water vapor, and he yawned countless times.
Ren Xu felt a strong sense of guilt and a fear of being in trouble.
Glancing to the side, he noticed that Zhou Jun's eyes flickered slightly when he looked at Meng Shuyu.
However, Meng Shuyu rubbed his face with his palms as soon as he saw the two of them, cheered himself up, and stood up by supporting himself against the wall.
Halfway through standing, the person suddenly swayed.
Zhou Jun raised his hand.
Before anyone could help her, she had already stood up by herself against the wall.
Zhou Jun slowly closed his hand that was hanging in the air, dropped it back to his side, and twisted his dry fingertips.
Meng Shuyu bent down and rubbed his calf: "I'm not drunk, my legs are just numb from sitting for too long, don't accuse me of scamming..."
She was indeed much more sober than the last time she drank, but she spoke without realizing it, and the drawn-out ending of her voice still had a bit of a drunken coquettish tone.
"You come to my place to drink late at night," Zhou Jun's voice became hoarse, "just to show me that you can stand up after drinking?"
"Who said that?" Meng Shuyu picked up a stack of documents from the ground in a neither humble nor arrogant manner. "That's just my supplementary business. My main business is - reporting work after performing drunken performances."
"… "
There are many women who want to drink with Zhou Jun, and some even come to him after getting drunk.
But he is the first one in the world to have such a pure and upright purpose.
Zhou Jun seemed to not know whether to be angry or laugh. He stared at her for a long time before speaking: "What if I don't want to listen now?"
Meng Shuyu took out a selfie stick from behind him and said, "You keep busy. I'll record a video of myself reporting my work to prove that I was drunk. Then you can evaluate my performance later."
"It means I can't stay here with you tonight."
"Then I don't dare to mean that..."
Although he said he didn't dare, he honestly took half a step back and blocked his door more tightly.
Zhou Jun unbuttoned a button of his shirt, turned his head away, and looked around as if he was considering something. When he looked back, he raised his chin to the side and said, "Then open the door."
Meng Shuyu frowned.
She drank honey milk in advance tonight to fill her stomach, and controlled her drinking speed, just to prove to Zhou Jun that she could handle the work after drinking.
Since he was the one who used his private impression to influence his official duties, she could only resort to private means.
This sword is a bit unconventional, but it also hits the pain point directly.
If he really dislikes her drinking capacity, he will have nothing to say next time.
If you have any other opinions about her, at least you can't use her drinking ability as an excuse to get rid of her.
Before Meng Shuyu moved away, Zhou Jun seemed to have lost his patience. He walked forward and put his hand around her back.
The shadow, along with the masculine scent mixed with alcohol, covered the sky and the earth. Meng Shuyu felt as if he was hugged by him and shrank suddenly.
When I raised my head, I was met with Zhou Jun's gloomy and depressing gaze.
All the blood in Meng Shuyu's body rushed to his face in an instant. He bent down and quickly found a gap to get out.
Zhou Jun successfully pressed his fingerprint to open the door, and as soon as he entered the room, he closed the door.
Halfway through, I heard a complaint from behind me: "I've been waiting for over an hour!"
Zhou Jun turned around and saw Meng Shuyu's depressed look through the fan-shaped crack in the door.
Three seconds later—
"Are you planning to stand there and report?"
"That's not possible. They are all business secrets." Meng Shuyu quickly followed him in.
Ren Xu stood outside the door and stretched his neck to look inside: "Boss Zhou, then I'll just pick up the trash and leave?"
Zhou Jun seemed to have just remembered that there was such a person. He stood at the entrance and changed his shoes while saying, "Make me another hangover soup."
"You didn't mean..."
Ren Xu stopped suddenly and realized who needed the hangover soup. He was about to agree, but after thinking for a while, he changed his words: "… Didn't you say that I can take you home and then you can go about your own business? Mr. Zhou, I'm a little late over there. How about you make some for yourself?"
Meng Shuyu stepped into the entrance hall and glanced at Ren Xu. If she hadn't said that she couldn't stand such an arbitrary employee, how could Zhou Jun...
Zhou Jun: "Well, get busy."
Meng Shuyu: “…”
If Ren Xu's last name wasn't Ren, I might believe that he is your biological son.
Ren Xu packed up and left quickly, closing the door behind them.
There were only a man and a woman left in the apartment late at night, and the air was filled with the tangled smell of alcohol.
Meng Shuyu stood at the entrance, and then realized that he was uncomfortable, looking around.
Zhou Jun changed his shoes, looked at her, bent down and opened the spare compartment on the bottom layer of the shoe cabinet.
Meng Shuyu lowered his head—
A pair for women.
Pink with a bow.
Playful slippers.
"You have a woman here..." Meng Shuyu regretted it as soon as he blurted out.
After getting to know him these days, she felt that Zhou Jun should be single, but a man like him might have some kind of female companion, so it was not uncommon for him to have a pair of women's slippers at home.
Her reaction seems like she has never seen the world.
Meng Shuyu swallowed his words and said casually, "I mean, your girlfriend...friend's slippers are of good taste."
"My girlfriend?" Zhou Jun paused as he stood up, looking at her with a half-smile, "You're quite good at promoting yourself."
Meng Shuyu looked at his expression and hesitantly picked up the pair of slippers that suddenly looked familiar.
Isn't that a coincidence? She just lost a pair of the same ones a while ago.
Meng Shuyu thought for a while before she remembered that she had come to Zhou Jun's apartment a few days ago to look at soft furnishings such as flowers and plants. She thought shoe covers were troublesome, so she bought a new pair of slippers, but then she couldn't find them.
She was so busy moving those days that she didn't pay much attention to the cheap sandals that could be found everywhere in the supermarket because she already had other slippers at home.
Meng Shuyu's mouth froze: "... Oh, it's not your girlfriend, the one with good taste - it's me."
She smiled sheepishly, put on her playful slippers and walked in.
Meng Shuyu felt that Zhou Jun was somewhat moved by her desperate attitude tonight, so at least he didn't let her make the sobering soup that Ren Xu was supposed to cook.
Seeing Zhou Jun enter the open kitchen in the living room, Meng Shuyu sat on a high chair next to the bar to report on his work.
While watching Zhou Jun roll up his shirt sleeves and wash his hands in front of the kitchen counter, he took out two tomatoes from the refrigerator, cut a cross neatly on the skin with a knife, and then let go and threw them into the hot water.
After peeling the tomatoes, I changed to a serrated knife and cut the tomatoes into slices and dices in a few strokes, and put them neatly on the plate.
Then, holding the kettle in one hand and chopsticks in the other, he began to stir the dough skillfully.
After a quarter of an hour, the fire was turned on. The house was filled with sweet and sour aromas. Meng Shuyu was talking about data while wondering how a rich second-generation could have such good cooking skills. Didn't God close the door when he opened the window for Zhou Jun
The hot soup soon began to boil. Meng Shuyu couldn't help but touch his empty stomach and slowed down his speech.
"The data is on my face?" Zhou Jun glanced at her.
Meng Shuyu glanced elsewhere randomly: "I'm looking at... Our Sendai range hood has a really good suction effect, and the hand feel and intelligent control are also very sensitive."
"so?"
“So I wonder, why are sales so dismal?”
"Good question." Zhou Jun scooped up a bowl of soup and sat down at the dining table. "Then think about it slowly. Continue after you've made up your mind."
Seeing that he was about to start, Meng Shuyu paused his report with an "oh" as if he was taking a halftime break, and asked casually, "So, did I pass the report just now?"
Zhou Jun raised his eyes and glanced at her: "Do you like socializing so much?"
Meng Shuyu certainly couldn't say that she had to keep an eye on Mr. Cai's relationship with other high-level executives at Sen Dai, nor could she say that she was worried about being replaced by someone else, although Zhou Jun probably understood...
She thought for a moment and said, "Isn't there alcohol available at public expense?"
Zhou Jun lowered his head to drink the soup.
Meng Shuyu understood his agreement from his silence and felt that this was a sure win, so he happily let go of his worries.
The living room became quiet.
Zhou Jun was drinking his soup, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Meng Shuyu sitting quietly for a while before he could no longer stay there. He held his chin with boredom in his hand, looking at the ceiling, then at the paintings on the wall, and then at him again.
By the time he finished a whole bowl, her originally upright sitting posture had slackened, and the two legs hanging on the high chair dangled from time to time. The pair of sandals on her feet were always brought back by her toes when they were about to fall off, and then she seemed to get some fun and continued dangling.
It's really like a will-based drinker who can drink a lot without getting drunk when talking about work, but gets drunk as soon as he has free time.
If you calculate carefully, the time you can stay awake is about one and a half hours, which is barely enough to cope with ordinary social activities.
Zhou Jun stood up and walked to the kitchen counter, put the used dishes into the dishwasher, glanced at the remaining soup in the pot, waited for Meng Shuyu to look at him, then grabbed the handle and poured it into the funnel.
Meng Shuyu sighed, "Why are you throwing away the good soup?"
"I can't drink it."
"That's also..." Meng Shuyu licked his lips and hinted, "It shouldn't be wasted."
“Isn’t occupying refrigerator resources just another waste?”
"… "
His eyes could accommodate a double-door refrigerator as big as his, but they couldn't accommodate her who was 1.65 meters tall.
Meng Shuyu looked at the soup pot eagerly: "How about I help you drink it? This way it won't take up garbage bag resources, and it won't take up refrigerator resources..."
Zhou Jun raised his eyebrows and put the pot back on the stove: "It's up to you."
Meng Shuyu discovered that God is still fair.
For example, a second-generation rich man with excellent cooking skills was not taught to measure ingredients, so he cooked a hangover soup for one person into half a portion for two people.
After finishing a bowl of tomato and dumpling soup, Meng Shuyu was satisfied. He felt that it was indeed in line with biological principles for pigs to sleep when they were full and eat when they woke up.
The spirit she had forced herself to maintain after drinking also dissipated in the comfort, her mind slowly became a mess, and she forgot to think about the homework Zhou Jun left.
Just now, Zhou Jun saw that her mouth was blocked by the food and he couldn’t report for the time being, so he went to the bedroom to take a shower.
Meng Shuyu held up his eyelids to wash the dishes and pots. Seeing that Zhou Jun had not come out yet, he got tired of sitting on the high chair without a backrest, so he went to the sofa yawning.
When Zhou Jun walked out of the bedroom, he saw Meng Shuyu lying on his side on the sofa, sleeping soundly with the back of his hand as his head resting on his body.
Her legs were twisted into a knot, and her round, white toes were grabbing the thin blanket, as if she was playing with slippers in her dream.
Zhou Jun paused in wiping his hair and stood still.
Watching the hair on her temples floating up and down with her breathing, tickling her face, my own ears also felt like being brushed by the restless evening breeze of a summer night, causing a slight itchy sensation.
I drank tasteless wine with a group of men for the whole night, and was wondering why it was as strong as plain water. In the end, I drank the sobering soup and took a bath. It was not until this moment that I suddenly felt restless and was sure that what I drank was real alcohol.
After a moment of silence, Zhou Jun went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water.
He drank a glass of boiled water and turned back to look at the sofa.
A minute later, he sat down on the edge of Meng Shuyu's sofa and reached out his hand to the few strands of hair that he didn't like.
As soon as his fingertips touched her hair, Meng Shuyu paused and suddenly opened his eyes.
Eyes met.
Zhou Jun stopped moving.
Meng Shuyu blinked confusedly at the man in front of her, her eyes slowly moved to the side, looked at his fingers on her cheek, looked at his face again with an even more confused expression, then closed her eyes and shook her head.
Zhou Jun bent his index finger, moved it upwards, and tapped her forehead with his knuckle: "Meng Shuyu, you really trust me."
Meng Shuyu had slept for a while, and the alcohol completely numbed his nerves. He didn't even respond to the blow, but remained numb for a few seconds, his eyes moving away from Zhou Jun's face.
Look at the dark blue silk pajamas on his body, two buttons are open, revealing a bright area and vaguely visible skin texture.
“Trust between people is always mutual…”
Zhou Jun heard her murmur something in a low voice, and then a pair of white hands fell on his chest, cherishing him as if he had found a treasure, and stroked and poked him with her fingertips.
"Look," Meng Shuyu swallowed softly, "you seem to trust me..."