Lu Feng's far-fetched excuse did not convince Chen An, nor Ouyang Bai Sha.

After dinner, Ouyang Bai Sha called over Ivanov. The remaining two must have something important to talk about since Lu Feng sent Chen An back to the room.

"When the typhoon passes, I'll have someone take you back to Hong Kong." Although Lu Feng did not sit down, he seemed not mean to leave immediately. He just stood in the room.

"Are you sure Ivanov will let me go? If he does give Prince Hae 2 billion dollars, the Prince would certainly do Ivanov this favor."

Although this big ship was much steadier than their sailing ship, in the typhoon weather with continuous waves, the ship was still shaking and standing in it was like experiencing a small earthquake.

"I have an idea." Lu Feng's answer was very simple, but sounded very confident.

"What? Rely on your friendship with Ouyang Bai Sha?" Chen An looked around the room and saw a small capsule coffee machine in the room. He went over and took out a latte-flavored capsule coffee and stuffed it into the coffee machine.

The machine started to run smoothly, and in a short time, dark mellow coffee slowly flowed into the white porcelain cup.

Since Lu Feng was working by his side long ago, Chen An hardly saw him with any woman or man.

Lu Feng's former opponents tried honey traps, but they seemed useless to Lu Feng. Few men are not lecherous. And the exception was too rare. Lu Feng could be called as "abstinence", and it was even circulated in their circle that Lu Feng had some defects.

Of course, up to now, people had finally discovered that Lu Feng had no defect whatsoever. It was just because the people he wanted was too hard to obtain.

"Have a rest first." Without answering Chen An's question, Lu Feng just left the word and turned to leave.

The man's face darkened. Although he knew he had a strange relationship with Lu Feng now, he was still a little upset to see the other party left like this.

After all, in the past, Lu Feng did not dare to do this to him.

Chen An suddenly smiled. What was wrong with his current state of mind? Somehow, he suddenly felt a little chest tightness. So the man grabbed the coffee cup and put it beside his mouth. The temperature of the freshly brewed coffee was too high and he scalded his mouth without noticing it.

"Damn-" He flung his hot latte to the ground, then covered his burned lips with his hand.

With a "bang", the door was opened again. Lu Feng, who had just left, came in again. He walked hastily to Chen An's side in two or three steps. There was an undisguised concern in his usually cold voice, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." Chen An raised his hand to fend off the other's approach and sat down on the sofa beside him.

Lu Feng looked at the hot coffee spilled all over the floor and said nothing. He turned and left again, but this time the door was open.

He would come back, Chen An came up with such a thought.

Sure enough, not for a while Lu Feng came back with a subordinate, his subordinate helped clean the floor, while Lu Feng came to the side of Chen An, holding an ointment.

"Try this." Lu Feng handed the ointment to the man.

"No need." 'It was just burn injuries, I would usually lick the wounded part', thought Chen An. He stretched out the tip of the tongue to lick his lips.

"Come here!" Lu Feng's tone was a lot heavier, this command made Chen An pause slightly.