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Chapter 347 I think I stripped Cheng Yubai's clothes off (Han Ziyang Mumu)

"So, you're saying you won't deduct my salary?!"

Xu Meng was so overjoyed at having saved her secret stash that she completely forgot to think about the contradiction in Shen Zhaoyi's words.

Not proficient in what?

Besides, given the situation at the time, how could she dare to stay and watch over things?

Of all the men brought back, Cheng Yubai's aura was the most intimidating.

It wasn't that he was scary, but she always felt that his eyes were full of calculation. Xu Meng was afraid that if she offended him, she would inexplicably lose this good job.

Shen Zhaoyi was unaware of the nanny's wild speculations.

But it's true that he's calculating.

Take his former vice president and director's affairs as an example; Cheng Yubai's character far surpasses that of ordinary people.

It was precisely because of this that Shen Zhaoyi became even more worried.

Just a few days ago, they said she wasn't even a mistress, but today they're attacking her from head to toe.

Looking down at his hands, he curled his fingers, as if the feeling hadn't gone away.

Shaking her head to banish the unpleasant thought, Shen Zhaoyi decided to go upstairs to see if Mu Mu, who had "risked her life" to stay by her side, had woken up.

It was completely dark, and apart from the soft snoring, there was no other sound in the room.

Turns out, this guy is even worse than me.

But getting drunk can indeed relieve a thousand sorrows. Now, Shen Zhaoyi can't remember Shen Li's phone call at noon at all.

Without disturbing Mumu, I gently closed the door.

Dinner wouldn't be ready for another half hour, so Shen Zhaoyi took a shower to wash away the smell of alcohol.

When I came out of the bathroom, I received a video call on my phone.

It's Han Ziyang, whom I haven't been in touch with much lately.

On the screen, the boy seemed to have grown up a bit, or perhaps it was due to his tanned skin, making him look less youthful than before.

However, the voice remained as clear and melodious as ever.

And enthusiasm.

"elder sister!"

"What are you doing!"

"It's okay if you don't tell me, just guess what I did today!"

Seeing his happy expression, Shen Zhaoyi fixed her phone to the shelf next to the dressing table and said thoughtfully, "Could it be that you've improved your driving skills?"

"Ah, how come I guessed it so easily!" Han Ziyang's face showed a moment of disappointment.

The topic I finally found seems to be about to be over any second.

Shen Zhaoyi knew that these past few months had indeed been unfair to him; others either had time to meet him or had contact with him elsewhere.

Only Han Ziyang's promise, made casually, remained confined to the driving school.

Even so, he didn't seem to complain at all; instead, he would immediately come to me to share his thoughts.

Pure affection is often more touching than any sweet words.

Shen Zhaoyi admitted that at this moment, she did feel a little inclined to show favoritism.

Anyway, transportation is convenient; you can leave in the morning and arrive in a pleasant surprise in the afternoon.

However, we need to think about the timing carefully.

They continued talking about driving practice, with Shen Zhaoyi still bringing up the rewards.

"You passed the written test with ease, that's a great start! What gift do you want? I'll deliver it to you another day."

"Anything my sister gives me is fine," Han Ziyang said listlessly. "But, could you please not include the underwear?"

"What's wrong with the underwear?"

Shen Zhaoyi doesn't allow anyone to disobey the gifts she sends out. These are only three single-room packages that have been sent out, and some people might not even be able to receive them even if they want them.

Han Ziyang, who was initially feeling a bit down, was inexplicably amused after hearing the description of a private room.

The atmosphere of the chat gradually returned to what it used to be, until Xu Meng sent a message that dinner was served, which forced it to stop.

Before hanging up the phone, Shen Zhaoyi thought for a moment and decided to keep the other person in suspense.

When is the driving test (Part 2)?

"I just made the appointment, and I don't know the exact time yet." Han Ziyang naturally assumed this was out of concern for him and assured her, "But I'll definitely let you know when the time comes!"

"Okay, if it were earlier, I might have been able to give you a surprise."

"what?"

"What a surprise!"

Every time this set of words is used, Han Ziyang takes the bait and becomes unusually excited.

He really enjoys the feeling of guessing the answer before opening the blind box, but he also can't help wanting to know the answer beforehand.

But this time, Shen Zhaoyi was determined to keep it to the end, so she hung up the phone without revealing a single word.

I left the room and went next door to wake Mumu up.

Sleeping alone isn't enough; you need to fill your stomach with something, otherwise waking up in the middle of the night will only make you feel worse.

Those with a low alcohol tolerance, upon waking up, acted as if they hadn't seen Shen Zhaoyi at all, their first words being, "How did I get here?"

The questioning tone clearly indicated that he had a memory lapse.

It's fortunate that she was familiar with the room's layout; otherwise, she might have made some other fuss.

"Change your clothes first, then go downstairs for dinner. We can recall the memories later." Shen Zhaoyi handed him spare clothes from the wardrobe.

I bought these for Su Ye before, but she hasn't had a chance to wear many of them, so I'm just using them as a temporary measure. It's not considered offensive.

Mu Mu nodded blankly. Although he didn't understand what had happened, he still listened to Shen Zhaoyi's words.

As they went downstairs one after the other, Xu Meng knew they had drunk quite a bit, and the dinner that evening would be mainly for those who could soothe their stomachs.

Today's meal was quite quiet, with only the occasional clinking of bowls and chopsticks.

After everyone else had finished eating and left, Mu Mu asked uncertainly, "Sister, did we go drinking this afternoon?"

"if not?"

Shen Zhaoyi was a little envious of his ability to forget things when he drank.

If only I could do that, I wouldn't still have images of tank tops popping into my head from time to time.

Mu Mu was still wondering, wasn't she supposed to be looking for Xu Wei? How did things turn into a drinking party in the afternoon?
Just as he was about to ask for more details to see if anything had gone wrong because of his drunkenness, he turned around and saw Shen Zhaoyi's strange expression.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

"Could it be that I did something strange while I was drunk?"

Mumu's nerves immediately tensed up, and she prayed in her heart that this wouldn't happen.

Shen Zhaoyi shook her head, then suddenly beckoned him closer.

When the conversation became more intimate, he finally spoke up and asked his question: "Tell me, if you were drunk and ripped someone's clothes off, would that be a serious matter?"

"what!"

Mumu was so shocked that her mouth dropped open.

He had considered the possibility of some inappropriate actions.

But how could they be so bold?

Swallowing hard and trying to keep her voice steady, Mumu, clinging to her last shred of hope, nervously began, "Um, sister, I... I took off... whose clothes..."

Just as he was trying to find some memories related to this, he heard Shen Zhaoyi sigh.

"It's not you, it's me."

"I think I... ripped Cheng Yubai's clothes off..."