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Chapter 4 - Where did this handsome guy come from? A male Bodhisattva?

Sheng Yiqing was annoyed. The afternoon calls came one after another, as if they were asking for her life.

She was responsible for overseas listing, the most difficult business in IBD.

After she finished the call with the overseas supplier, she didn't even have time to eat. The surroundings were full of joy and gongs and drums, in Qiu Zining's words, it was all yang energy. However, the resentment emitted by the social animals was too much, and it had long overshadowed the yang energy.

After an hour of phone calls, she finally got a break and waved to Qiu Zining and said she would go back first. Qiu Zining forced her to take a bag of packaged salad. It was difficult to get a taxi outside the Mechanical and Electrical Institute. She only walked about a hundred meters, and then -

WeChat came again: "Mr. Sheng, there is something urgent now, let's make a call?"

Before Sheng Yiqing replied to give me 20 minutes to get home and charge my phone, the customer's phone call came buzzing. She sighed and looked around. There were two choices, either sitting on the ground or standing on the trash can to work overtime.

She placed the computer on the trash can.

The trash can was caused by the client: two of the 80 ranches operated by the client company did not comply with national environmental protection regulations. According to the lawyer, the potential legal consequences could be serious.

The company's overseas listing requires the endorsement of a securities firm, and if there is a problem, it will be their fault. No matter how detailed the due diligence is, there will still be omissions. This process has always been a battle of wits and courage, and a test of human nature. According to the project schedule, the report must be submitted in two months, and the progress is really tight. Now that there is a problem, a group of people urgently connected to the conference call.

The meeting was longer than she had imagined. Originally, the company was discussing the environmental protection issues of the ranch, but the boss had divergent thinking and talked about the welfare of dairy cows mentioned in the topic from the China Securities Regulatory Commission last Friday from several ranches.

Sheng Yiqing stood next to the trash can for a long time and felt her waist sore. The shoes she wore today had a slight heel. She pounded her waist and kicked her legs, wanting to sit down regardless of her image - the last bit of dignity persuaded herself: Don't! This is Sanlitun, and there are handsome guys coming and going.

The cold wind blew at night. She was hungry, her salad takeaway was placed on the trash can, her feet were sore, and a group of elites on the phone began to discuss the welfare of cows in detail on the weekend:

"Can the cow mattresses be kept dry and soft?"

She thought: I also want to lie on a dry and soft mattress.

"Every cow will be equipped with a cow brush, right? Oh, yes, yes, it can effectively help cows to loosen their joints and bones."

She thought: I also want to loosen my joints and bones.

"They will also play soothing music for the cows regularly, right? And the cowshed will be equipped with automatic manure scrapers, right?"

She thought: Let me live in the cowshed, thank you.

...

But these are nothing. What bothers her most is the battery of her mobile phone - after several hours of continuous calls, the battery has run out, and the system keeps reminding her that there is only 10% left.

The shops around were almost closed. The nearest place to rent a power bank was a convenience store a street away. She had already set the screen brightness to the lowest. At this moment, a can was kicked under someone's feet, making an annoying clanging sound. She glared at him. The person was in the dark, with the street lights overhead, and she could only vaguely see a tall figure.

She turned her eyes back. It would be her turn to speak in five minutes. She frowned and planned to pick up the computer to look for a power bank while attending a meeting, but a hand stretched out in front of her.

The man's bony hands had neatly trimmed nails, and of course the thing in his hand made her heart beat even more -

Power bank.

Sheng Yiqing was startled and looked up from the power bank, only then could she see the other person's eyebrows clearly. A face that made her somewhat glad that she didn't sit on the ground just now but kept an upright posture to attend a conference call. This was also a face that made her reflect for a moment whether she had put on makeup before going out today.

This face smiled at her quickly, and her ears were hot, so that her eyes could not help but fall on his lips.

The next second, this beautiful lip slightly pressed towards her, as if to kiss her:

"Here." The man said. His expression was innocent. He handed the power bank forward again:

"Here you go."

Her fingertips were only an inch away from the man's. The night air was slightly cool, but the moment she touched the power bank, she felt a little hot.

The goal was achieved.

Chen Zhuan curled his lips, stepped back a few steps, put his hands behind his waist, leaned on the street lamp half a meter away from her, tilted his head and began to look at her openly.

She plugged in the power bank quickly and moved the mouse. It seemed that she was a little uncomfortable because there was someone around her. After a while, she finally took off the power bank and handed it back to Chen Zhuan.

"No?" Chen Zhuan was stunned for a few seconds, then realized something and pulled his hands out of his pockets: "Is it because I've been watching you? I don't mean anything else, I just..."

Sheng Yiqing muted the phone and shook the power bank: "No, it's out of power. You should return it."

"Huh?"

Chen Zhuan then remembered that when Mr. Yu gave him the power bank, he pulled it off the phone. This damn idiot charged it for an afternoon and threw it to him after draining it. He was embarrassed for a while after failing to flirt with her. Seeing Sheng Yiqing immediately holding the computer and preparing to leave, he handed over his own phone faster than his brain:

"Okay, you use mine. I'm full!"

Sheng Yiqing stared at him with wide eyes.

The two of them were deadlocked in front of the trash can. Seeing that she was at a loss, Chen Zhuan added: "I don't mind what you mind. If you don't connect, your phone will be turned off, right?"

The meeting lasted another half an hour.

Sheng Yiqing was using Chen Zhuan's phone to make a conference call, calmly talking about postpartum care for cows, her eyes occasionally swept from the screen to the face of the man next to her, and she was talking nonsense in her mind-

Where did the handsome guy come from?

Male Bodhisattva?

What's his name? Want to seduce me? Aren't you afraid that I will seduce him back?

….

The lock screen interface of this man's phone is built-in, and WeChat messages pop up in real time. When she dialed back into the conference call, WeChat messages kept popping up. It was a person named Yu Youyang, who kept asking: "You're leaving now?" "Brother, that overtime beauty is gone, you should also look at the others!" "Hey, by the way, my power bank is still with you, remember to return it to me!"...

She curled her lips and glanced at Chen Zhuan, letting these messages jump around. The man was quite leisurely. He found a shared bicycle a few meters away, sat on the seat with his legs propped up on the ground, picked up a small advertisement in the basket and read it under the street light seemingly bored.

Of course, his mind was completely elsewhere-

Sheng Yiqing had just put down the computer with a snap, and the man came over instantly, with a pair of curved eyes and a smile, only a pair of bags under his eyes could be seen, and he blurted out the first opening remarks:

"Have you finished the meeting? Sure! I saw you looked like a decent person, but I didn't expect you to be a herdsman."

"?" Sheng Yiqing's hand stopped packing the bag, and her eyes fell from his eyes to the brackets on his smiling mouth. She also imitated his tone and pushed the phone back in front of him, "Sure! I saw you looked like a decent person, but I didn't expect you to be a fool."

The man didn't mind, put the phone in his pocket, and introduced himself: "Chen Zhuan."

"Sheng Yiqing."

"Oh-" Warm lights enveloped their heads, less than half a meter apart, his eyes were dark, and he repeated her name, "Yiqing."

It was early summer, she wore a thin windbreaker over her tank top, the evening breeze blew through her hair, shaking under the moonlight and neon lights, like a waterfall in the dark night, she pretended not to hear him read her name, lowered her eyes, folded her blue-light glasses and put them in her bag, and smiled at him: "Thank you just now."

"It's okay, I just happened to pass by... Forget it, it's not all coincidence, I saw you at the nugget this afternoon." He was very straightforward.

"Oh. Wedding?" Sheng Yiqing raised her eyebrows, half-joking: "Not the groom?" Her eyes fell on his messenger bag, and a bunch of light-colored roses and jasmine were revealed in the bag.

"No, no, I'm single." Chen Zhuan clarified, and he realized that he was a little deliberate just after he finished speaking. Noticing her gaze, he dodged without leaving a trace and took out the bouquet from his bag: "By the way, I received it at the wedding... It's a bit strange for a man to hold it. Can you do me a favor?"

"Hmm?"

He handed the bouquet to her and looked at her with his eyes bent: "Take it for me."

The night breeze in Sanlitun was slightly cool, brushing over the petals of roses, jasmine and ginger flowers, sending a faint fragrance. The man in front of her looked straight at her, with a smile on his lips, so that from her angle, she was facing his slender neck. He had a typical bone-clearing appearance, extremely white skin, and a sharp jawline. Her eyes fell on his Adam's apple, and as he swallowed slightly, it slid up and down slightly. Sheng Yiqing couldn't help swallowing saliva - quickly lowered her head to look at the flowers.

"Okay." She responded softly, and saw that the handle of the bouquet was wrapped with layers of white ribbons and tied with a bow. She took it, leaned forward to smell the sweet fragrance, and asked casually: "Where did you get it?"

"Bridal bouquet." Chen Zhuan said sincerely, "I said I got it, and I'll get married next."

"Huh?!"

Sheng Yiqing's face changed suddenly when she heard this answer. Without waiting for Chen Zhuan to react, she quickly threw the bouquet back and said quickly: "Thank you. You can keep it for the wedding. I have something urgent to do. I'll go back first."

"No, no." Chen Zhuan was stunned for half a second, not knowing what was wrong. He saw Sheng Yiqing had walked a few meters away. The girl was carrying a bag with a heavy computer in it. Half of her body was slightly tilted to one side. She was wearing stilettos, and her small steps tapped on the concrete floor. She was in high spirits and walked quickly, obviously keeping people at a distance. Chen Zhuan smiled bitterly, thinking that they were not destined to be together, and walked in the opposite direction in a sullen manner. But before he had taken two steps, he heard a scream behind him. He turned back quickly and saw the pretty figure staggering on the road in the middle of the night. After struggling for a few times, she lost her balance and fell to the ground with a "bang".

"...Ah?"

He hesitated in place, not knowing whether to go forward. But the figure seemed to be frozen on the ground. She didn't struggle to get up, nor did she cover her wounds and cry out in pain. She just kept the posture of falling motionlessly, as if trying to blend into the night.

The eyes behind him shot sharply from more than ten meters away. Sheng Yiqing closed his eyes and wished that he would disappear from the spot. He had cursed his bad luck a hundred times in his heart - how could it be so embarrassing? ! One minute ago, she proudly rejected the handsome guy, and one minute later, she fell in front of him like a fool.

This broken street of the Mechanical and Electrical Institute seemed to be deserted, and there was no one else except the two of them. She didn't move, so he didn't move either. They were both silent and quiet. After a moment of stalemate, they finally heard footsteps behind them. She made up her mind and turned her head openly, but the first thing that hit her face was the unlucky bridal bouquet in Chen Zhuan's hand.

Damn.

Sheng Yiqing suddenly shrank back. Noticing her gaze, he quickly hid the bouquet behind him. Her gaze followed upwards. Their eyes met. One sitting and the other standing, both of them were a little embarrassed.

"...Hi." Sheng Yiqing pulled the corner of his mouth dryly, "What a coincidence."

"...Can you move?" Without waiting for her to respond, he continued to ask, "How about I help you up first?"

Thinking of the broken bouquet in his hand, Chen Zhuan looked like he had surrendered: his eyes were locked on her face, one hand carefully placed the flowers at her feet, and the other hand reached out to help her.

His body temperature was half a degree higher than hers. He held her wrist through his sleeve, squatted in front of her and leaned over to take a closer look at her ankle. It was probably just sprained, and there was no redness or swelling, but the girl's expression was ferocious, which showed the pain. The ground was slightly cool in the middle of the night, and Chen Zhuan simply took her bag and slung it across his body. The two cross-body bags, one on the left and one on the right, looked a bit silly. Sheng Yiqing wanted to laugh, but she held it back. She saw Chen Zhuan turned around and squatted in front of her with his back to her. He patted his back and motioned to her: "Come up. I'll take you home." Chen Zhuan's head was lightly scented with lemon, and his collar was minty. His shoulders were broad, and his arms were tightly stretched because of the effort. This path was unusually quiet, and only the breathing of the two people and his footsteps could be heard. She lowered her eyes and stared at his hair intently, her breath like a light breeze, drilling into his hair. And her hands were clasped on his chest, unconsciously, their heartbeats were close together.

He seemed a little uncomfortable, tilted his head to adjust his posture, thought of something, and suddenly asked:

"So, did this flower offend you? Or did I offend you?"

"I don't want to get married." The woman on his back said frankly.

"You should have said it earlier, me too." He laughed.

"Then why do you want to know me?" She leaned over, wanting to see his face.

"Do you need a purpose to know someone?" He tilted his head. Avoiding her hair that was everywhere and seductive.

"Is it? After all, everyone is busy."

"Then let me think... let's be friends?" Her hair floated on his face, and he blew it. She could see from the side that his lips were slightly raised, as if he kissed the air.

"...Oh." She dragged out her tone, "Not a girlfriend?"

He laughed softly and supported her legs, "Do you think so far?"

"Yeah. After all, everyone is busy." She repeated softly and moved closer.

"...Oh." She dragged out her tone, "Not a girlfriend?"

"You think so far?"

"Yeah. After all, everyone is busy." She repeated softly and moved closer. "Why don't you tell me what kind of person you want to find?" He turned his head, and the two faces were close to each other.

It was her turn to dodge: "Women who work independently and are busy seem to have only one option for choosing a spouse-"

"Huh?"

"Find someone who will bring you good luck." She shook her sprained foot, lay on his shoulder, leaned close to his other ear, and whispered teasingly, "But you, it seems that you are not."

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