Feeling the presence of the person behind him, Feng Ling did not go home directly. Instead, he turned around and entered a nearby supermarket downstairs. He bought some things in the supermarket while pushing the shopping cart while paying attention to the shopping behind him and nearby from time to time. The person behind the frame.
I walked back and forth in the supermarket for a full half an hour. It was already dark outside. I felt that the man didn't follow me anymore, so I checked out.
After walking out of the supermarket, she didn't go back immediately. She walked around the parking lot again and looked at all the vehicles parked there one by one.
She has lived here for a year and a half, and has an impression of every car parked downstairs. Her natural keen observation skills allow her to instinctively notice a car she has never seen before, but I haven’t seen any strange people or cars in the past few days, including just now. There were no people or strange movements.
After returning to the car and sitting quietly for another hour, she made sure that the person seemed to have left. Then she quietly closed the car door and quickly entered the building where she lived. When she reached the floor where she lived, she He looked around again, raised his eyes to look at the corridor security monitoring device with lights on in the corner of the corridor, thought for a while, and entered the door.
This situation of being suspected of being followed lasted for about three days. Every time when Feng Ling came home from outside, she felt someone watching her from behind downstairs, but she could not find any car or suspicious person. .
On the third day, she simply turned around and walked to any place nearby where she could hide a person, whether it was behind a tree, in the corner between buildings, in a shadow, or in a coffee shop or dessert shop downstairs. In the small restaurant, there were all kinds of people inside, but they were all buying things, eating and drinking normally, which was different from the following eyes she felt.
She has never offended anyone since she came to Boston, and no one knows who she used to be. She has no enemies. If she has really offended anyone, it is probably the gang of gangsters who helped Chen Beiqing block it. But It's been so long. If they had the ability to retaliate, they would never have waited until a year and a half later.
The head coach even told her a few days ago that she should pay attention to her safety recently. After all, the black outfit she was wearing in the fighting arena was so sexy. Not only did she earn a lot of money, but she also has such a figure. Well, it was still broadcast on TV at that time, and many people could see it. Once someone recognized her, they might disguise themselves as that lewd, squinting tram idiot and plot against her. Of course, ordinary people Even the pervert can't beat her.
But the person following her now is obviously not an ordinary person.
To be able to stand beyond all her defenses and cautions, and not even find a trace.
Both in terms of skill and acuity, they are all above hers.
Inexplicably, an idea suddenly popped into her mind. She suddenly turned cold and stopped looking. She turned around and walked back quickly.
After returning home, she threw down her bag and walked to the window to look out. It was still quiet downstairs. There was no hidden car driving away. It was as quiet as if she had just been distracted in the past three days. .
"Knock knock—"
Just when Feng Ling took off her coat and was about to prepare some dinner for herself, she suddenly heard a knock on the door. When she heard the rhythmic knocking, the hairs all over her body stood up instantly, and she suddenly turned to look at the person who was knocking. The door moved, turned around and walked directly over.
Across the door panel, she was not sure who was standing outside. She just stared at the door panel in front of her coldly, thinking about all the possibilities, and then thinking that the other party's skills were superior to hers. Apart from that person, she really couldn't think of anyone else. Who would be so bored that she would follow her, suddenly open the door, and look out coldly.
As a result, I saw a middle-aged man wearing work clothes standing outside with a cardboard box in his hand: "Hello, Miss A-Ling? Your express delivery."
Feng Ling looked at the box in his hand, and then at the man in front of him: "When did you come up? I don't remember that I have anything to express."
"My habit of delivering express delivery is from the upper floor, one floor to the next. There were two express deliveries to be delivered just above you, and then I walked directly down the safety escalator." The courier told her He smiled politely and handed her another pen: "Please sign for it."
Feng Ling was confused and reached out to take the box. When he saw that the address of the organizer of close combat was written on the sender's side, he put down his defensive line, picked up a pen to sign for it, and closed the door.
Opening the box, she saw that inside there were trophies and commemorative dolls sent by the organizer, as well as a set of black fighting uniforms with the organizer's name on them, which were completely made according to her figure.
After checking the contents of the box, Feng Ling sat on the sofa and looked at the golden trophy.
Suddenly he sighed and smiled.
It seems that she is too worried.
I have been hiding carefully for so long, how could I possibly find her.
…
There are all-day classes on weekends. Feng Ling takes over three classes, not just Chen Beiqing's. The martial arts hall is divided into three levels of learning courses: junior, middle, and advanced. She teaches all three levels. These students only have an average of three classes per week, but together, her class time almost exceeds six hours every day.
The busier she is at work, the more fulfilling and practical her life becomes.
The reason why the head coach and the owner of the martial arts gym particularly like her is because she is not afraid of hard work. As long as there is a need and as long as she can do it, she will not refuse. Other coaches always want to take a vacation on the weekend when they have nothing to do. She could spend time with her family and her girlfriend, but Feng Ling had a full schedule of work every day and never took a day off. Even when she did have a day off, she would sit in the coach's office and watch the basic martial arts. Breaking down the action, one look can last an entire day.
In the mouths of those colleagues and students...
She doesn't live like a woman at all.
But she is very beautiful and does not know it.
It has a different kind of charm.
There was the last class on Sunday afternoon. All the other coaches had gone home. Only Feng Ling was waiting for the students in the martial arts hall.
Until the students arrived one after another, she looked at the time and saw that class started in ten minutes, so she continued to sit in the office. After a while, she stood up with a cup and was about to pour herself a glass of water. But just now As he walked around the desk, he suddenly saw Chen Beiqing walking in with a large bouquet of red roses.
Looking at the familiar big bouquet of roses, and looking at Chen Beiqing who came here holding the roses in person today, Feng Ling glanced at him with a faint expression, and walked past him with the cup in hand without even looking at it. One glance.