Deliberately seduce

Chapter 70 Drunk, Not Amnesia

In the early morning of the next day, the sun shone through the white gauze curtains onto the big retro palace-style bed.

Lying quietly on the carpet under the bed was the dark blue dress worn by Jiang Yunmu at the banquet last night, and the tie worn by Zhou Shiyin.

"Hiss..." Jiang Yunmu opened his eyes against the severe headache after enduring the hangover, and found that the palace-style ceiling of the big bed came into view.

His eyes froze for a moment.

Sitting up with a clatter, he happened to see the evening dress on the carpet.

Why are the clothes on the ground?
Jiang Yunmu blinked suspiciously, looked down, and found that he was wearing a light blue silk nightdress.

It's true that the nightgown is hers, but who changed it for her?
The soreness from her waist made her thoughts slowly clear, and Zhou Shiyin's face, and his, lips, flashed quickly in her mind...

Jiang Yunmu frowned, and quickly lifted the quilt under his feet.

On the snow-white bed sheet, the bloodstains like red plums are particularly conspicuous.

Jiang Yunmu froze in place.

"Are you awake?" Zhou Shiyin opened the door and walked in with breakfast, put the breakfast on the table and looked at her, "I drank so much wine yesterday, drink some porridge to slow down."

Amber eyes met Jiang Yunmu's gaze.

"What's wrong?" Seeing the changing expression on Jiang Yunmu's face, Zhou Shiyin asked in doubt.

"Zhou-shi-yin!" Jiang Yunmu stared at him angrily, gritted his teeth every word, grabbed the pillow at hand and threw it over, "You beast in clothes!"

Zhou Shiyin subconsciously raised his hand to catch the pillow thrown by Jiang Yunmu, frowning slightly: "What are you doing?"

"You still have the guts to ask? Don't you know what you did?" Jiang Yunmu was about to laugh angrily, and staggered off the bed, but as soon as he touched the carpet, his back hurt and went limp.

Fortunately, Zhou Shiyin reached out and caught her in time.

"What else do you want to do?" Jiang Yunmu stared at him, if it wasn't for him, how could she be in such a mess now!

Zhou Shiyin picked her up by the waist and put her back on the bed, with his hands on her side, his eyes fixed on her: "What are you doing? I should be asking you this question."

Looking at his knife-seeking eyes, Jiang Yunmu swallowed uncomfortably: "What do you mean?"

"Vice President Jiang doesn't remember anything?" Zhou Shiyin narrowed his eyes slightly, with a full sense of danger.

Some fragmentary fragments gradually flashed through his mind, and Jiang Yunmu's aura suddenly weakened.

She was drunk, not amnesia.

……

The moonlight is hazy outside the window, and the shadows of the trees are swaying.

When the love was strong, Zhou Shiyin's eyes were deep, and his fingers wandered around her waist.

Suddenly, his stomach turned upside down, and Jiang Yunmu quickly covered his mouth and got up to go to the bathroom, but unexpectedly, he moved so quickly that his forehead directly hit Zhou Shiyin's nose.

"Hiss—" Zhou Shiyin covered his bumped nose, looked at Jiang Yunmu who was stumbling towards the bathroom, and frowned tightly.

A hot stream gushed out from the nostrils, followed Zhou Shiyin's fingertips, dripped onto the snow-white sheets, and slowly fainted.

Zhou Shiyin's face darkened immediately. After living for so many years, it was the first time he was hit by a woman and got a nosebleed.

At this time, the "culprit" was about to vomit bile in the bathroom, with tears in the corners of his eyes, and expressed his annoyance that he would never drink so much again in the future!

After finally waiting for her to vomit, Zhou Shiyin found the nightgown from among her pile of clothes, and called the waitress to change it for her.

As a result, as soon as the woman finished changing her clothes, she collapsed on the bed like a corpse and fell into a deep sleep, leaving Zhou Shiyin alone to clean up the mess silently.

"Well, Mr. Zhou has a lot of people, so he probably won't care as much as I do..." Jiang Yunmu wanted to bury his head in the quilt at this time.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Shiyin didn't pursue it any further. He left the bed with both hands, slowly got up and walked to the table, and tapped the table with his fingers: "Come over for breakfast." His tone was flat.

It seems that he should not be angry anymore.

Only then did Jiang Yunmu heave a sigh of relief, and scolded himself several times in his heart, why is this damn wine so poor, and he must never be greedy again in the future!

The warm and light millet porridge instantly warmed up the empty stomach, but Jiang Yunmu put down the spoon after taking two sips.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Shiyin sat at the table at the corner on her right, and stopped flipping through the books.

"That..." Jiang Yunmu blinked and looked at him, "Is there any side dish? It's too bland and tasteless..."

Zhou Shiyin stared at her without speaking.

Jiang Yunmu was so stared at, he picked up the bowl and drank it three times, five times and two times, and lit the bottomed bowl in front of him, his cheeks swelled like a chipmunk.

Zhou Shiyin nodded in satisfaction, and then seemed to remember something: "I forgot to tell you, the side dishes are in the refrigerator."

After finally swallowing the porridge in his mouth, Jiang Yunmu's angry eyes seemed to poke him into a sieve.

It's abominable!
Zhou Shiyin shrugged his shoulders, with the usual expression on his face, and continued to flip through the book in his hand, but there was an imperceptible arc at the corner of his mouth.

A voice rang from an unknown corner, it was Jiang Yunmu's cell phone ringtone.

"Tsk, who calls early in the morning." Jiang Yunmu scratched his hair unhappily, and stepped on his slippers to get the cell phone that was thrown far away on the sofa.

"It's almost nine o'clock." Zhou Shiyin looked up from the book and made up the knife in time.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, Jiang Yunmu automatically ignored a person with a venomous tongue, turned on the phone and pressed the answer button without looking at who it was: "Hello?"

"Vice President Jiang! No, it's not good, something serious happened..." Xiao Tang's anxious voice came out.

Jiang Yunmu helped his forehead helplessly: "Little Tang, didn't I tell you, don't be so flustered when something happens, what can happen?"

"Yun Mu." The other person's voice on the phone was replaced by another person's voice, which she knew, and she had never heard such a solemn tone, "A certain sofa design of the Lover at Home project has been plagiarized."

Jiang Yunmu's hand holding the phone paused slightly, and his voice became equally serious: "Which design?"

"The one-seater sofa you promoted..." Fang Zhiyi's voice was very noisy, and he could vaguely hear the frequent ringing of the office phone

"I see, you need to stabilize those shareholders first, and I'll go back right away." After Jiang Yunmu finished speaking, he hung up the phone, closed his eyes and rubbed his sore temples, thinking about countermeasures.

Zhou Shiyin on the side heard the unusualness of the matter from the tone of her words, put down the book and looked at her: "What happened?"

"The sofa design of the lover at home has been plagiarized." Jiang Yunmu opened his eyes, and walked in front of Zhou Shiyin with a very serious expression, "Mr. Zhou, I want to ask you something."

(End of this chapter)