After the wrong flirtation, the president lost control

After vomiting, Zhuang Shufei felt much better.

She wiped her mouth, looked down at the still bright and clean floor, and expressed her satisfaction.

"you…"

Probably for the first time in his life, Han Yu was so angry that he was speechless.

His eyes were as dark as ink, and within them was a faint, invisible flame.

Zhuang Shufei clapped her hands cheerfully: "I'm sorry, Mr. Han, how much is your suit? I'll compensate you."

Han Yu always knew when to act and rarely got angry. But at this moment, his face was completely gloomy.

How can this be a question of losing money?

Like Ji Yunze, Han Yu was extremely obsessed with cleanliness. If he hadn't had a crush on the woman in front of him, he would have kicked her to the ground.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhuang Shufei took out her cell phone from her pocket.

"Mr. Han, tell me how much money you want? I'll transfer it to you right now."

She said it as a matter of course, without any guilt at all.

This woman is truly top-notch.

At this time, Zhuang Shujie came jogging from not far away. Seeing his sister's appearance just now, he was a little worried and came out to look for her.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Zhuang Shujie looked at the liquid still hanging on the corner of his sister's lips, then looked at the large and disgusting unidentified object on Han Yu's body, and instantly understood.

"Zhuang Shufei, you vomited on someone else?"

Feeling her brother's anger, Zhuang Shufei shrank her neck: "I couldn't help it, but luckily I didn't vomit in the corridor."

Han Yu collapsed. What this woman meant was that my body was not as valuable as the ground?

"Ms. Zhuang thinks I'm a trash can?"

Zhuang Shujie quickly apologized to Han Yu: "I'm sorry, Mr. Han, why don't you find a place to change your clothes first, and I'll have someone send you a new set immediately."

Han Yu tried to calm down: "It's okay, Mr. Zhuang. But Miss Zhuang... is pregnant?"

Zhuang Shufei almost slipped and fell: "What are you talking about? I'm still a virgin!"

Han Yu raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? Not really."

His deliberate words made Zhuang Shufei jump up: "Bullshit! You took my first kiss right here that day, and you forgot it so quickly?!"

Hearing this, Zhuang Shujie's surprised gaze lingered on his sister for a moment, then he looked away.

"Zhuang Shufei, be careful of the reporters."

Hearing the word "reporter", Zhuang Shufei felt as if she had been touched. She immediately came to her senses and put on a dignified and generous look.

"gone."

Too lazy to argue with the man in front of her, she turned and left.

"Mr. Han, I'll have someone send the clothes over later. I'm really sorry."

With full of apology, Zhuang Shujie followed his sister's steps.

Han Yu was still thinking about the words "first kiss" that Zhuang Shufei said, when suddenly a sour smell from his suit hit his nose.

Feeling like he was about to vomit, he quickly went upstairs to the suite to take a shower.

On the way back, Zhuang Shujie sat in the back seat of the Maybach, pursed his lips and remained silent.

Zhuang Shufei has always been fearless except for her brother and father.

The air in the car was a bit suffocating at this time, and she really couldn't bear it anymore.

"Brother, if you want to scold me, go ahead. Don't use cold violence against me."

Zhuang Shujie turned his head and asked: "What did I scold you for? Spitting on someone else or kissing someone else?"

Zhuang Shufei defended herself: "I couldn't control myself from spitting on Han Shao, and we kissed because we were filming. I was sacrificing myself for art!"

Zhuang Shujie showed a nice smile, with dimples on his cheeks faintly visible: "Okay, don't let Dad know. When you have time, go and apologize to Mr. Han yourself."

"Why?!"

"Oh, why? Because you did something wrong, because that's not what dad taught us."

Zhuang Shufei bit her lip: "Well, I understand."

……

Office of the President of Ji Group.

It was lunchtime, and Xiao Tongyu was looking through a product catalog with his head down, his slender fingers writing something on a piece of paper beside him.

Su Rou leaned over and asked, "Are you helping Mr. Ji order a suit again?"

"Well, Mr. Ji just threw another set."

Thinking of this, Xiao Tongyu was speechless. The clothes that had just been delivered by the dry cleaner this morning were obviously in good condition, but Ji Yunze insisted that it was an ordinary dry cleaner that made his clothes smelly, so he changed them and threw them away when he arrived at the company.

Ji Yunze has always had high requirements for clothes, especially suits. He used to like Borrelli, and now he likes Stefano Ricci. How could he bear to throw away such clothes that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars?

Su Rou sighed, "Mr. Ji is such a picky person, and only the things you choose can catch his eye."

Xiao Tongyu suddenly had an idea: "Hey, if we sell the clothes that Mr. Ji threw away on a second-hand website, can we make a lot of money?"

"Sure, but do you dare?" Su Rou said, and suddenly winked at her: "By the way, Tongtong, did Mr. Ji take your car to work today? Did he stay at your place last night?"

Xiao Tongyu quickly covered Su Rou's mouth: "Shh! Keep your voice down!"

"It's okay, I saw it all, and so did other colleagues, but I didn't dare to come forward and call you."

Xiao Tongyu knew without even looking that his face must be red all the way to his ears.

"It's over. I no longer have any image in the company."

She counted on her little fingers and made up her mind secretly.

In less than a year, I will definitely resign and get as far away from Ji Yunze as possible.

Su Rou laughed: "You have such a great image. I don't know how many people in the company admire you."

At this time, Su Rou received a new message on her phone.

It’s Jin Xu.

“When do I go to get the notarization to sell the house?”

Su Rou's hands trembled. She knew that selling a house was a very tedious matter. If she had to meet Jin Xu every time the real estate agent contacted her to view the house, she might as well die.

So she planned to get a notarized document, entrusting Jin Xu with full authority to handle the house, and finally give her half of the money from the sale of the house.

However, even for the notarization, she didn't want to meet Jin Xu alone. It would be better if someone could accompany her.

She glanced at Xiao Tongyu beside her.

Recently, she seemed to be exhausted from dealing with President Ji, and Su Rou felt embarrassed to trouble her again.

Thinking of this, Luo Junzhi's handsome face appeared in her mind.

Do I have to trouble Mr. Luo again?

But he is a doctor, he probably doesn't have that much free time.

At this time, Xiao Tongyu approached Su Rou mysteriously: "By the way, Rourou, I ran into Luo Shao last night. Guess what he said to me?"

Su Rou paused as if her thoughts were seen through when Luo Junzhi was suddenly mentioned. "Ah? What did he say?"

"He asked me to send him your WeChat."

"So... did you push it?"

"Of course not. How could I do that without your consent?"

Su Rou hesitated for a few seconds and made up her mind: "Tongtong, send me Luo Shao's WeChat."

Xiao Tongyu looked at her in surprise, then smiled knowingly, "Okay."