The south wind also entered my arms

Chapter 57
Nanfeng was confident that Fu Yisheng would definitely agree - for him, it was just a matter of saying a few words, so that he could get a piece of land that he couldn't dream of at the moment, so why not do such a cheap deal?
At two o'clock in the night, Nan Feng was already sound asleep, and the mobile phone placed on the bedside table suddenly buzzed, abruptly waking her up from her sleep.

She closed her eyes and fumbled to answer, her voice was vague: "Who is there?"

It was quiet over there. Nanfeng thought he was hallucinating, and was about to throw away his phone and continue to sleep, when he suddenly heard two words from the microphone: "It's me."

The man's tone was low and deep, as thick as a cello, yet so familiar, Nan Feng's drowsiness was instantly dispelled, and his eyes opened.

"south wind."

He called her name again.

Nan Feng sat up instantly, and asked uncertainly, "Mr. Sheng?"

She had heard Sheng Yuchen's voice for so many years, how could she not recognize it, she was just surprised, why would he call her at this moment?
What surprised her even more was that his next sentence was: "I'm outside your room door, open the door."

out the door!

Nanfeng hurriedly got out of bed and opened the door.

Sure enough, there was a tall figure standing at the door.

He was dressed in black, with a solemn aura lingering around him, and his eyes were stern, making it impossible for people to guess where he just came back from.

On the fifth night of the sudden loss of contact, he came to her with a cold body.

Nanfeng's lips moved slightly: "Mr. Sheng, are you back?"

Sheng Yuchen moved the phone away from his ear, staring at her quietly with a pair of deep eyes, and said in simple words: "Yes."

In the early hours of the morning, the corridor was so silent that there was no sound at all. Nanfeng let him in sideways. He took off his long trench coat and put it on the sofa. His thin upper body was restrained by a black shirt, and there was a faint smell of tobacco on his body.

Nanfeng poured him a cup of tea, the hot tea smelt, and his cold air dissipated a lot.

"Where have you been these few days? The phone is not connected, and the text messages have not been answered." She couldn't help asking.

He only left a text message saying 'we'll talk when I get back', and disappeared without a trace. If Secretary Ye hadn't repeatedly assured him that nothing happened and that he shut down the phone just because he didn't want to be disturbed, otherwise she would have called the police a long time ago.

"I went to do some private business." Sheng Yuchen paused, and when he spoke again, his tone was calmer, "Sorry, I made you worry."

Nan Feng frowned slightly, he just apologized, but he still didn't explain exactly what he did.

Without giving her a chance to question, Sheng Yuchen changed the topic: "How are you doing these few days?"

"What else can I do?" Nanfeng smiled helplessly, "I have been trying to find a way to attack Michael, but I am ashamed that I have not succeeded so far."

"Michael has an arrogant personality. It's not that easy just because you want him to agree to cooperate." Sheng Yuchen had expected this to happen a long time ago, so he was not surprised. "Tell me in detail what you have talked about."

Nanfeng then told what had happened in the past few days. Sheng Yuchen's expression didn't change when he heard her, but his brows frowned when he heard her ask Mr. Fu for help.

In the end, he didn't make any comments, but said: "San Shao Fu, you go and refuse. I will meet Michael in person tomorrow."

He had already appeared, so there was no need for Fu Yisheng to lead the way.

Nanfeng nodded to express his understanding.

There was nothing else to do, Sheng Yuchen picked up his coat and got up: "You should rest."

"It's so late, why don't you sleep on this sofa tonight, and ask Secretary Ye to open a new room for you tomorrow." Nanfeng noticed his tired face, thinking about going from here to where he originally lived. The hotel still has a long way to go, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on.

Sheng Yuchen looked back at her, thought for a while, and nodded in agreement.

He was indeed very tired, and he fell asleep not long after lying on the sofa. Nanfeng carefully covered him with a thin blanket, and suddenly remembered that when she was a child, she got into trouble outside and dared not go home, and ran to him every time to hide , Sleeping on the sofa at night, but when she woke up the next day, she was lying on his bed, while he slept on the sofa himself.

Just like now, Wei Wei curled up on the sofa that couldn't accommodate his slender figure, using his arms as pillows, his black hair drooping slightly, a rare meekness.

……

Early the next morning, Nan Feng had just woken up when Secretary Ye knocked on the door.

She thought it was Sheng Yuchen who called her here, but just as the door opened, Secretary Ye grabbed her hand and said excitedly, "Manager Nan, the Qiaosen Group informed us that we can go over and sign the contract!"

The news came so suddenly that Nanfeng didn't react for a while.

The secretary thought she didn't believe it, and seriously emphasized: "It's really Manager Nan. It was Mr. Michael's secretary who personally notified me that the contract was officially signed at Qiaosen Group at 09:30! We succeeded, and Mr. Michael agreed to cooperate!"

Promise... cooperation?

Compared with surprise, Nanfeng was more puzzled - how could it be so sudden?
At this time, Sheng Yuchen came out of the bathroom and asked, "What's going on?"

"I don't know either. I just received a call... eh? Mr. Sheng? You're back?" This time it was Secretary Ye's turn to be stunned.

"Yeah." Sheng Yuchen had just washed up, and he was still wearing last night's clothes.

After all, it was his confidant who had been by his side for several years. Secretary Ye quickly came to his senses, and did not dare to investigate why Sheng always stayed in Manager Nan's room. He just restrained his joy and said, "Mr. Sheng, good morning."

Sheng Yuchen thought about it, then turned his head and asked Nanfeng, "Is it Fu Sanshao?"

Nan Feng flipped through the phone with his hands, then shook his head - it wasn't him.

From last night to now, there were no missed calls or unread messages, which meant that Fu Yisheng hadn't replied to her yet.

If there is no reply, it means that he was not the one who made the match.

Then, why did Michael suddenly agree to cooperate?
Both Nanfeng and Sheng Yuchen fell silent, but Secretary Ye thought of the matter very simply: "Mr. Sheng, Manager Nan, maybe you are overthinking. Mr. Michael already has the intention of cooperating with our AS, and what Manager Nan said is the icing on the cake. He would agree to cooperate, and I don't think there's anything odd about that."

She added: "Besides, what's wrong with the black and white contract?"

Yes, what's wrong with the contract signed in black and white?
Maybe they really think too much.

Nanfeng raised his smiling face again: "Anyway, it's a good thing to agree to cooperate anyway. Let's go to Qiaosen together."

……

At exactly nine o'clock, Nanfeng and others followed Sheng Yuchen into the Qiao Sen Group. Michael went downstairs to greet him personally. When the two pairs of important hands were held together, the latter joked, "Sean, it's really not easy to meet you."

Sheng Yuchen was neither humble nor deceitful, with a polite and apologetic attitude: "There was a temporary problem with the schedule and I had to be late for a few days. Fortunately, I made it in time to sign the contract. It's not a pity."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Michael offered to sign the contract first, and Sheng Yuchen naturally would not refuse.

In the meeting room on the top floor, there were two copies of the contract. When exchanging signatures, Nanfeng held Sheng Yuchen's contract in front of Michael, opened the contract for him, and asked, "Mr. Michael, can you tell me why you Sudden decision to cooperate with AS?"

Michael smiled and asked, "Suddenly?"

The south wind paused slightly.

In fact, they had discussed the details of the cooperation before, and the only difference was that he finally nodded, so it was sudden, but he didn't take it seriously.

But Nanfeng still had doubts in his heart: "I really want to know, what made you finally decide to cooperate with AS? Could it be that what I said really moved you?"

"Why not? I have praised your eloquence for a long time. What you said touched my heart." After speaking, he signed his name on the last page.

At this point, the contract becomes effective.

Michael stood up and shook hands with Sheng Yuchen.

"Pleasant to work with."

"Pleasant to work with."

After the signing ceremony was over, Sheng Yuchen proposed to have dinner together, Michael readily agreed: "Then tomorrow night, I will entertain my other guests today."

That being the case, Sheng Yuchen said goodbye and left.

Michael arranged for his secretary to send them away. When walking in the corridor, Nanfeng turned his head inadvertently, and suddenly saw a group of people passing by in another corridor. Across a piece of frosted glass, the face of the man in front was blurred, but the outline was not clear. Make her feel familiar.

Her heart skipped a beat, and Nanfeng immediately chased after him, but the pedestrian just happened to enter the elevator, and she only saw the black suit of that person passing by.

"Manager Nan, what's wrong with you?" Secretary Ye was puzzled.

Nanfeng didn't reply to her words, but asked Michael's secretary: "Excuse me, who was the person who walked past just now?"

The secretary smiled: "It's a guest entertained by the president himself."

"Who is he?"

"Sorry, I don't know this, I only know that they are from Huaguo."

Hua Guo... Nanfeng's eyes narrowed: "I might know him, can I go over and say hello?"

The secretary shook his head and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, the president told us that this guest should not be taken lightly. Without his order, I dare not take you there."

Nan Feng turned around to look at the closed elevator door, and his heart suddenly sank.

is it him?
(End of this chapter)