Murphy pouted, not wanting to tell him more, waved to him, "Happy work!"
After speaking, before Nan Feng Xiao could react, he ran into the bathroom, closed the door, and locked it in one go.
Hearing the sound of locking the door, Nan Feng Xiaojun's face instantly became cold, thinking of the text message just now, his eyes became even more grim.
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In the noble and elegant tea room, a handsome, fresh and refined man lazily looked at the wicker chair, staring blankly at a couple walking by not far.
The man put one hand on the wicker chair, and gently tapped the other on the tea table, his thoughts went back to a few years ago...
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Back in China, Li Yuwei's whereabouts could not be found everywhere. When I turned on the mobile phone that was forgotten at home, it was a parting text message from Li Yuwei.
"An Shi, at eight o'clock tonight, in the Green Wu Hotel, see you or leave."
But he didn't expect that the moment he opened the door, a naked body leaped towards him and hugged his waist firmly.
The room is too dim, but An Shi still has an intuition that this is not Li Yuwei.
When he reacted, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and the jumbled reporters rushed in carrying the camera, shooting them indiscriminately.
Looking at the woman on the bed with tears on her face, An Shi understood.
Li Yuwei designed to frame him, knowing that he is the heir of the prosperous age, and receiving attention in every move, but sent a woman to him.
She disappeared without a trace, and she stuffed him with a woman for no reason. Is this the woman he has loved for many years
An Shi firmly grasped his hands, his nails were deeply embedded in his palms, his face was hurt.
"President An, Mr. Nan is here."
There was a sound outside the door, and An Shi returned to his former indifference, sitting upright, waiting for the south wind to come in.
The secretary opened the door, and Nan Feng Xiao's tall and straight body appeared in front of An Shi, with a domineering and unruly figure that surpassed 10,000 people. Even An Shi, who has always been cold and proud of people, must be lower in front of Nan Feng Xiao. .
The secretary closed the door, and only Nan Fengxiao and An Shi were left in the room. Both men were indifferent. Their distinct facial features seemed to be carefully carved by the heavens, and they were so perfect.
"Mr. Nan, the first time I met, it was a lot of interruption." An Shi said hello first, after all, he was asking for help.
Nan Feng Xiao's black eyes indifferently looked at the hands in front of him, and stretched out, but instead of saying hello to An Shi, he picked up a blue and white porcelain teacup on the table and looked at it carefully.
Completely ignore An Shi...
An Shi awkwardly retracted his hand, sat down, and quietly waited for Nan Fengxiao to speak.
Although he had no business dealings with Nan Feng Xiao, he knew everything about Nan Feng Xiao. Including him and Murphy, he knew better than outsiders.
He watched Nan Fengxiao take over the Xiangyang Group step by step, and watched him build the Xiangyang Group into the world's top group, even far surpassing Shengshi.
Nan Fengxiao is not to be underestimated!
It took a long time for Nan Fengxiao to put down the tea cup, with his legs crossed, and his hands on the wicker chair. He said unbelievably, "Zong An actually likes this kind of place. It really doesn't look like it."
An Shi knew what Nan Feng Xiao was going to say next, but just nodded faintly, and slowly fiddled with the tea set by himself.
"Get used to it!"
"Get used to it?" Nan Fengxiao raised his eyebrows, "It's really hard to get used to this kind of thing, for example—women!"
An Shi looked cold, put down the tea set, and wiped his hands with the towel as if there was nothing.