Chapter 87

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Bang!

When the door closed, there was only the sound of two people breathing in the huge conference room.

Especially Shen Jiamu's, she was frightened just now, so her breathing was very unstable.

They kept their original posture for a long time. Shen Jiamu heard a vibration from yetingchen's chest, and his cold words followed into her ears.

"When do you want to sit?"

Shen Jiamu suddenly reacted and raised his head.

Yetingchen also just bowed his head.

Shen Jiamu was covered in his wide clothes. When he raised his head, he only showed a small face with red corners of his eyes. He looked pitiful.

Night Tingchen's heart seemed to be clenched by his hands. His thin lips closed tightly. After a moment, he said coldly, "do you look good?"

Shen Jiamu suddenly recovered. The anger that had previously risen had been scared away by those people. At this moment, he was afraid that someone would come and push open the door of the meeting.

And yetingchen seemed to be able to find out what she thought at the bottom of her heart. He whispered, "Xiao Su will watch outside. If you don't dress again, let's continue?"

Shen Jiamu: "

After two seconds of silence, she quickly tightened her suit and got up from him. Because she had to protect her suit with one hand to prevent herself from walking away in front of yetingchen, her action was very clumsy.

The weak boneless hand pressed on him for a long time before he got up.

Then he turned around and trotted to the door barefoot.

Yetingchen's suit was worn on her like a child stealing an adult's clothes. It was long and almost covered her knees. When she bent down to take her clothes, her clothes collapsed and couldn't bear to look straight at her.

"..." night Tingchen closed his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand and twisted his eyebrows.

Damn it, what's the matter with him today?

Shen Jiamu picked up her clothes and found that it was a light orange dress. The dress was petite, delicate and lovely, but it was not tacky.

It's just that there's no shelter in such a large conference room. Where does she change her clothes?

Thinking of this, Shen Jiamu paused in place.

Behind him came the unhappy voice of yetingchen.

"If you linger any longer, I don't mind opening the door and letting others watch you."

Shen Jiamu grasped the clothes in her hand and bit her lower lip tightly.

Sure enough, he is a bad man.

Regardless of others, she got up far away from yetingchen, turned her back to him in the corner and quickly changed her skirt.

After she changed, she walked back to yetingchen with her suit.

"Give it back to you."

Night Tingchen sneered and stared at her coldly: "this suit has been worn by you. Do you think I will want it?"

Hearing this, Shen Jiamu subconsciously grasped the suit in his hand and said, "I'm not dirty."

"Do you still want to say that you are clean?" yetingchen was still thinking about her dealings with yelinhan, and she wore the clothes he bought.

But now I see that she has changed into a new skirt. The light pink orange lining her skin is crystal clear. It looks very tender and delicious, and the waist closing skirt shape makes her waist line more chic.

Night Tingchen saw his throat tight and scolded himself in his heart. Then he rolled his wheelchair and walked out, leaving a depressed sentence: "no three no four woman."

Shen Jiamu blushed and turned to stare at his back.

"I don't have no three no four!"

He ignored her.

Shen Jiamu said again, "do you really want your suit?"

"Throw it away!"

Ruthless words smashed like ice. The door of the conference room opened. Xiao Su stood at the door and came forward to push yetingchen away.

Shen Jiamu was the only one left in the conference room. She looked down at the suit in her hand, and her strength was a little heavier.

This suit looks very expensive, but he said no.

The reason is because... It was worn by her.

Does he think she's dirty? Shen Jiamu's face turned a little white.

If he really thinks she's dirty, why did he want to

Thinking of this, Shen Jiamu stopped thinking in time.

"Shen Jiamu, don't think about such a bad man. He can't do anything except tease you!"

Since you don't want the suit, throw it away as he wants.

Shen Jiamu was so angry that he threw his suit directly into the trash can next to him.

The trash can in the meeting room is only paper, so it's not dirty.

Shen Jiamu put on his shoes and left the meeting room.

Five minutes later, the petite figure returned and walked hesitantly to the trash can. Shen Jiamu looked at the suit jacket left inside. Silently, he bent down and picked up the suit again.

Forget it. If he doesn't let her be seen by others, save it for him.

Shen Jiamu left the meeting with his suit.

At the same time, ye Tingchen saw this scene in his office surveillance, and his eyes were a little colder.

Xiao Su, standing behind him, spoke for Shen Jiamu: "assistant Shen looks very precious. Although she lost this suit, she thought about it and came back to pick it up."

Yetingchen didn't answer.

"Little night, that suit is unique. Do you really want it?"

Night Tingchen's fingertips moved and his voice was cold and arrogant: "it's dirty. Who wants it?"

Xiao Su: "the trash can in the conference room is cleaned every day, and it's just lost paper. Isn't it dirty?"

"Damn it, the trash can is the trash can, and the trash can is clean?"

Xiao Su: "

Night, what you say is what you say.

However, it's also true that for people with super cleanliness like yeshao, how can they wear their suits when they are thrown into the trash can?

Here, Shen Jiamu returned to his post with his suit, opened the cabinet, took a bag out of it, folded the suit and put it in. If it was dirty, she would wash it for him and return it to him at that time to see what he said.

The day passed quickly. When she got off work, Shen Jiamu came downstairs with a bag. When she got up, she happened to meet yetingchen who came out of the office. She was probably guilty of being a thief. She subconsciously hid the bag behind her.

All these actions fell into the bottom of yetingchen's eyes. He looked at her coldly and took back his eyes.

"Assistant Shen, it's time to get off work?" Xiao Su said hello to Shen Jiamu with a smile.

He didn't hit the smiling face, and Xiao Su didn't offend her.

Shen Jiamu saw that he was smiling all over his face, so he also recalled the corners of his lips and nodded.

"Let's take the elevator together." Xiao Su said again.

The night Tingchen in the wheelchair frowned. Did Xiao Su take the wrong medicine? Forget what happened before?

"No, no, I..."

"Come on, assistant Shen. If you don't come and wait for us to go down, you'll have to wait a long time."

Shen Jiamu had to step forward and follow them into the elevator.

After the elevator door was closed, Shen Jiamu stood alone in the corner. The bag desperately hid behind him. Yetingchen's low and cold voice suddenly rang: "didn't I let you lose your suit?"