The super rich starts with the self-discipline challenge

Chapter 13 What did you do to me?

It was already eleven forty-seven at night.

Zhong Yun was still sitting in front of the computer, typing away. He glanced at the word count and saw that he was still 300 words away from 3,000. He lit a cigarette and his fingers clattered on the keyboard.

Suddenly, the phone on the table vibrated.

Who is it, at this time?
He took a look and saw that it was a voice call from WeChat. The avatar was a woman wearing sunglasses, and her name was "Yaoyaoyingxian".

It was Meng Jiaen, the girl he had just met on a blind date with.

"Why did she call me?"

Zhong Yun thought about it and picked up the phone, "Hello."

Another woman's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Hello, your girlfriend is drunk in our bar, please come and pick her up. I've sent you the address. Please hurry up, we are short-staffed and can't keep an eye on your girlfriend all the time."

What the hell?

Before Zhong Yun had the chance to explain, the other party hung up.

He put the phone down, ignored the call, and continued typing.

Finally, he wrote a chapter and posted it before twelve o'clock.

Zhong Yun leaned back in his chair, stretched comfortably, his eyes fell on the mobile phone on the table, thinking of the call just now.

He hesitated for a moment, then picked up the phone and dialed back.

As a result, no one answered the phone after calling several times.

He frowned, and a possibility emerged in his mind, "Is this a prank?"

A rich second-generation like her who doesn't care about other people's feelings might really do such a thing and enjoy making others look bad.

He threw the phone away and said, "Forget it, ignore her."

……

Ten minutes later, an online-hailing car got on.

Zhong Yun still decided to go and take a look. What if it was true?

If something really happened to Meng Jiaen, he would have no way to explain to Su Wan.

At that time, all the anger of Meng Jiaen and her family will be vented on him.

This is the sadness of working people.

The bar wasn’t too far away and there were fewer cars at night, so we arrived there in half an hour.

Zhong Yun pushed the door open and walked in, asked the waiter, and soon saw Meng Jiaen lying motionless on the table.

She was actually drunk.

At this time, there were a lot of people in the bar, and he noticed that many men in the bar noticed Meng Jiaen who was drunk there.

If the waiter wasn't paying attention, she might be taken away by a man with bad intentions.

There is no need to say what will happen next.

Zhong Yun was somewhat relieved that he came. Otherwise, if something really happened, he would be blamed.

The waiter was quite conscientious and asked him, "Are you really her boyfriend? Do you have any proof?"

He turned on his phone and showed her the call record. "This is the call your waiter just made to me."

The waiter saw that it was indeed the girl's WeChat name. Such a beautiful girl, with a nickname called "Yaoyaoyingxian", so he was quite impressed.

"You're finally here. She hasn't paid yet. Look—"

No wonder he is guarding it so diligently, he hasn't even paid yet.

Zhong Yun could only help her pay the money first, a total of 779 yuan.

One meal of wine is equivalent to his food expenses for half a month.

"I'll leave her to you." The waiter took the money and left.

Zhong Yun came to Meng Jiaen, picked up her phone, unlocked it with her fingerprint, opened the address book, and called her family.

The first person I called was grandpa, but his phone was turned off.

I called my aunt again, but I couldn't get through.

He didn't believe it, so he opened WeChat again, found several female friends he frequently contacted, and made voice calls to them.

As a result, no one answered.

They are all plastic sisters!

Zhong Yun looked at Meng Jiaen, who was lying there drunk and unconscious, with a flushed face and her shirt stretched high, revealing a slender, white waist that was so white that it was dazzling.

This unintentional reveal of sexiness made his mouth dry.

He suddenly realized that this was a test arranged by the system.

Just like the last time he accidentally broke into Ruan Xi's room, this series of coincidences must be the work of the system.

Zhong Yun calmed down all of a sudden, thought about it, and knew what to do.

……

An hour later, Zhong Yun supported Meng Jiaen and walked into the house. He put her on the sofa and slumped down on it, sweating profusely, with a mask of pain on his face.

These drunk people are so dead heavy.

Much more serious than Ruan Xi last time.

He was exhausted after helping her from the gate of the community to her home.

Just as Zhong Yun was thinking, Meng Jiaen suddenly sat up, opened her eyes and looked at him, "Who... who are you? You brought... brought me here... what... do you want to do..."

As she spoke, she stood up, took a step, slipped, and rushed towards him, lying on top of him, hitting her head on his sternum.

Zhong Yun was almost knocked unconscious.

"Uh--"

Meng Jiaen tried to stand up with her hands, but suddenly she burped, opened her mouth, and vomited on him...

"Fuck me!"

……

Ten minutes later, in the bathroom.

"I am so unlucky."

Zhong Yun desperately applied shower gel on his body and rinsed over and over again, but the smell could not be washed away.

I'm not clean anymore!
He felt a little hopeless and stood under the shower, pouring hot water on his face, as if only in this way could he wash away the filth on his body.

Faintly, he seemed to hear the door opening.

I didn't pay much attention to it at first, but soon I heard another sound, the sound of the toilet seat being put down.

Zhong Yun was stunned for a moment, then quickly rubbed his face with his hands, turned his head and looked through the glass door. He saw Meng Jiaen had just pulled up her skirt and sat on the toilet.

There was a thin glass door between the toilet and the bathroom, and the two of them were only thirty or forty centimeters apart. The bright white scene made him dizzy.

Everyone else is numb.

Zhong Yun lives alone most of the time and never closes the door when taking a shower. It has become a habit.

Who would have thought that after Meng Jiaen, who was unconscious in the bar, arrived at his house, she first vomited on him, and then ran to the bathroom to use the toilet while he was taking a shower.

This is just to tease him, right?

At this time, Meng Jiaen seemed to have noticed someone next to her. She turned around and looked over. Her eyes suddenly widened and her mouth opened slightly.

Zhong Yun quickly reached out and pulled off the towel to cover the key parts.

The atmosphere became awkward at this moment.

"Should I go, or should I not?"

Zhong Yun fell into a state of great embarrassment.

At this moment, amidst the sound of dripping water, he heard another sound of water.

Uh--

This is even, right?
At this time, Meng Jiaen finally turned around, finished using the toilet, got up and walked away slowly. When he went out, he didn't even close the door.

Zhong Yun turned off the faucet, dried himself, put on his clothes and went to the living room, where he found that Meng Jiaen had already entered his room and was lying motionless on the bed.

"If you dare to vomit on my bed, I will kill you tomorrow."

He said something vicious and turned to go into the guest bedroom. Usually, this was where his niece slept. Today, he could only make do with it.

To be on the safe side, he locked the door.

So that she wouldn't run into his room in the middle of the night.

……

Meng Jiaen was awakened by the ringing of the phone. She groped for her phone in a daze, hung up the call, and was about to go back to sleep when the phone rang again.

She hung up again.

Then the phone rang again.

As if he was deliberately going against her.

In a fit of anger, she was about to turn off her phone, but then she realized something was wrong; this didn't seem to be her room.

Meng Jiaen was startled and became much more sober.

The first thing I did was to check myself. I was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday and there was nothing unusual about my body.

"Are you awake?"

At this moment, a man's voice sounded at the door.

Meng Jiaen turned around and saw a man who looked familiar. He wrapped the quilt around himself and said warily, "It's you? You did this to me—"

The man interrupted her, "You should ask first what you did to me."

Meng Jiaen looked at the man's gloomy face, and several fragments flashed through his mind. He felt a little guilty for some reason, "What can I...what can I do to you?"

(End of this chapter)