The south wind also entered my arms

Chapter 135 A Tacit Conspiracy

The time outside the study has reached eight o'clock in the evening.

The servants prepared dinner, but it was still quiet above the second floor, and neither of the two masters came down to eat.

After waiting for another half an hour, there was still no movement. The servant couldn't help asking: "Butler Fang, are the young master and young lady still in the study? Do you need to go up and report that you can eat?"

Steward Fang pondered for a moment, and said, "No need, just warm it up, and when the young master calls, take it out."

"Yes."

The two people in the study have no concept of time at all.

The crescent moon is already shining brightly outside the window, and the awe-inspiring winter wind blows through the treetops, quietly blowing down a few frosty leaves.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of electric current in the room. Nanfeng didn't notice anything, but Lu Chengyu stopped. He glanced at the computer with dark eyes, stretched his long legs and hooked the power cord out, and the screen that had just turned on Another flash and dark.

Nan Feng's consciousness was basically blurred at the back, and he let him manipulate her. When he finally spared her, she was lying weakly in his arms like a dying fish, breathing very weakly.

"Forgive you today." Nan Feng heard him biting her ear, and she unconsciously moaned, "Mmm..."

Lu Chengyu only put on long trousers for himself, and then wrapped Nanfeng's whole body with a thick blanket, covering him tightly, leaving only a loose and slightly wet long hair hanging in the air, he seemed to be Still feeling that it wasn't enough, he hugged her head to his chest again, and then walked out of the study.

As she said outside, there was no servant on the third floor. It wasn't until he reached the second floor that he saw Butler Fang who was hesitating at the stairs on the first floor.

"Steward Fang, cook some millet porridge and bring it up," Lu Chengyu ordered.

Steward Fang replied, "Yes."

Lu Chengyu carried Nanfeng into the master bedroom.

The medicine she gave him should have come from the Golden Terrace, and such a colorless, odorless and powerful medicine could not be found outside.Lu Chengyu thought about it, picked Nanfeng out of the water, dried it with a towel and put it on the bed, then searched in her bag, and found a piece of ointment.

This woman is really... Lu Chengyu shook his head, unscrewed the ointment, and squeezed a little on his fingertips.

During this period, Nanfeng woke up for a while, but it was only a short two or three minutes, and his voice was waxy: "Cheng Yu, what are you doing?"

"Help you with the medicine." Lu Chengyu leaned over and kissed her forehead, "Don't sleep yet, eat something."

Nanfeng shook his head subconsciously: "Tired..."

"Then sleep for a while and eat later."

"Well……"

The bedroom was quiet, and Nanfeng's breathing became even and even. Lu Chengyu covered her chin with the quilt, and turned on the heater to a suitable temperature. Then she went to wash herself, and did not return to the bed at the end. Instead, he went out.

"Master, the rice porridge is ready." Fang Butler went upstairs with the millet porridge.

"Let's warm it up first, and eat it after the young lady wakes up." Lu Chengyu said, walked up to the third floor without stopping, and returned to the study.

At this time, it was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the mess in the study had been cleaned up by the servants.

Lu Chengyu reconnected the power of the computer, turned it on, and the screen that had been disconnected just now popped up again—there were three video calls.

Above left is Michael.

The upper right is a black screen, and the camera is not turned on.

And occupying the bottom of the screen is a man of mixed race. He is wearing loose pajamas, and there are two women behind him and next to his legs, helping him to beat his legs and shoulders, which is very comfortable.

Steward Fang brought a cup of coffee, and Lu Chengyu picked it up, stirring the small spoon gently in his hand.

The mixed-race man spoke first, raising his eyebrows at Lu Chengyu: "That was Yu Wen's younger sister just now?"

Lu Chengyu was indifferent, and he said with some malicious intentions: "My brother is so disobedient, but my sister was taught to be obedient by you. By the way, what kind of genes do their Yu family have? Both brothers and sisters look so good .”

Because of the time difference, it was still daytime on Michael's side. He sat in his office, looked down at the documents on the desktop, and said with a smile while signing: "This younger sister Yu Wen is not only as good-looking as him, but also capable. Not inferior to him, I have dealt with her once before, and I still admire her."

"Oh?" The man became interested, and leaned forward slightly, "In this case, Yu Wen can't be kept, but if his sister is not bad, it's not that he can't let her go."

Lu Chengyu raised his eyes faintly, his expression was slightly cold: "Song, my people, is it your turn to judge?"

The man who was named turned back resentfully. He grabbed the woman behind him and hugged him on his lap.

Michael smiled and said, "Song, that's Yu Wen's sister and Cheng Yu's wife, so don't covet it, let's talk about business."

It was only at this time that there was no movement from the camera that was always black. He seemed to be waiting for them to finish their jokes. It was also a man's voice, with a low and gentle voice, clearer than Lu Chengyu's, and very distinguishable. , it can be judged that the other party is not very old.

He said: "There is reliable news - Yu Wen has returned to China."

As soon as this remark came out, the other three people paused slightly.Michael asked attentively first: "Are you sure?"

"My people chased him all the way and saw him enter the country with his own eyes. There is nothing wrong with it." The man in the black screen said firmly, "Now we just need to guard the exits and find a way to force him out."

A smile slowly appeared on the face of the mixed-race man, he rubbed the woman in his arms, and the woman snuggled into his arms with a forced smile, his eyes flashed like a wolf: "Five years, oh, no, almost six years Now, I can finally catch this little mouse that got in the way."

Lu Chengyu held the cup of coffee in his hand, but didn't drink it. His eyes fell on the sofa opposite, and his brows furrowed imperceptibly.

Michael is also very happy. After all, the serious problem of his confidant can finally be solved, and his heart that has been suspended for five or six years can finally be put back in place: "As long as he is in the territory of Huaguo and breaks away from his protective umbrella, if you want to arrest him Much easier."

"And it's not difficult to force him to show his face. Isn't his sister in James' hands?" The mixed-race man's lips curled into a horribly cold smile, "You say, if he receives news that her sister's life is in danger, Will it appear imminently?"

The answer, everyone knows it well.

What to do, seems to have a tacit understanding.

The man with the black screen went offline first without saying hello.Michael said: "He is like this again."

The mixed-race man snorted slightly, with obvious disdain in his attitude.

Lu Chengyu then also turned off the video. He sat quietly in the dark, his fingers loosely crossed on the table, with a thoughtful expression.

When Lu Chengyu returned to the master bedroom, the person under the quilt still maintained the posture he had when he went out. Only the small half of his face exposed outside was quiet and obedient. He brushed away the scattered black hair on his cheeks and stared at her. Sleeping face, inadvertently remembered what Song said just now, and looked at it carefully again—indeed, Nan Feng and Yu Wen looked somewhat similar.

No wonder he had an inexplicably familiar feeling when he first saw her on the Golden Terrace.

He sighed softly in his heart, and lowered his head to kiss her lightly on the eyelid.

Nanfeng slept for a long time, during which she was woken up twice by Lu Chengyu.

The first time, in the middle of the night, he fed her a half bowl of rice porridge.

The second time was in the morning, he not only fed her rice porridge, but also forced her to drink a bowl of medicine. He said she had a fever, and she shirked responsibility in a daze: "It's all your fault..."

"Well, it's my fault." He responded in a gentle voice.

(End of this chapter)