When Feng Ling spoke, his voice had the same heavy nasal tone as when he had a cold: "You think of yourself too much. Why would I not go to work just to avoid you? I am a person who never asks for sick leave. What about it?"
"That's why I specifically asked the head coach for your address. Come and have a look." Chen Beiqing didn't feel hurt by her direct reply. He smiled and put the bag in his hand back. A person bought ginger soup from outside and said: "Drink some ginger soup when you have a cold. When I was in China, every time I had a bad cold, my aunt at home would force me to drink this stuff. Although it tastes bad, it is good for people with cold symptoms." It really helps with colds."
Feng Ling glanced at it and reached out to take it: "Okay, thank you, I'll keep the ginger soup, you can go back."
Chen Beiqing never dared to think about entering the place where she lived, but when she heard the strong intention of expelling guests, she still raised her eyebrows: "What? Can I eat you or what? I can't beat you in the first place. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and it can't beat you even if it catches a cold. What are you afraid of?"
"It's not that you're afraid. I'm the coach and you're the student. You still have to abide by the etiquette." Feng Ling said with a very calm expression: "Is there anything else? It's okay. I'll close the door."
Chen Beiqing glanced at her again: "Have you eaten anything in the past two days?"
"Eat." Feng Ling lied.
She looked bad now. She was sick to begin with, and it was hard to tell whether she had eaten or not. But seeing her attitude that she didn't want him to go in at all, Chen Beiqing nodded: "Okay, for more than a year, This is the first time you have accepted something I gave you, even if it is just a bowl of ginger soup bought from a restaurant, you have accepted it anyway. If I keep working hard, one day you will like me."
Feng Ling: "You are thinking too much..."
"Have a good rest, I'm leaving." Chen Beiqing smiled at her with beautiful white teeth, waved his hand, and turned towards the elevator.
It wasn't until he entered the elevator that Feng Ling was about to close the door when she suddenly heard the door next door, which was said to be under renovation two days ago, suddenly open. She didn't want to care about what was going on next door, but she seemed to see something out of the corner of her eye. He paused for a moment, then turned his eyes sharply.
I only saw Li Nanheng, who was unlikely to appear here again, standing in the next door. Pushing the door open with one hand and holding a coat in the other hand, he seemed to be preparing to go out, but his eyes stayed on the bowl of ginger soup in her arms. : "Have you caught a cold?"
Feng Ling looked at him in disbelief, and then looked at the door next door, remembering that day he said that the next door was being renovated, but there was actually the sound of an electric drill drilling into the wall next to it.
Feng Ling: "..."
So she has never seen what her neighbor next door looks like. She only knows that she seems to be an old aunt. Could it be that this house has changed owners in just a few days? Or did Li Nanheng rent this house
Otherwise, how could he show up next door, and it was obvious that he had been living here for the past two days. There was only a wall between her and her bedroom, and he had never left at all!
Was he hired for the decoration work that day
Li Nanheng came over, and Feng Ling suddenly came back to his senses and looked directly at him again: "What are you doing living here?"
"What do you think I'm doing? I've been looking for someone for two years. I can't let you disappear just because you're missing." Li Nanheng raised his hand and took the ginger soup from her hand: "The reaction I taught you in the base All investigation methods have been used against me in the past two years. You are so good at attacking each other with spears and shields. What else can I do besides guarding the place closest to you?"
Feng Ling didn't know if it was because she had a cold, so her reaction was a little slow. By the time she recovered from his words, the man had already entered the kitchen of her house with the bowl of ginger soup.
She hurriedly walked in and saw Li Nanheng turning on the fire on the natural gas stove: "This ginger soup is no longer hot enough. Drink it after heating it. How could you suddenly catch a cold? I haven't seen you come out for two days. I thought you were on vacation. I should have known better. Even if you are sick, it is impossible for a brat like that to deliver ginger soup to your door."
Hearing the injustice and forbearance in the man's tone, Feng Ling suddenly realized that Li Nanheng seemed to have changed, but he couldn't tell where he had changed, and he seemed to have stayed the same.
It's just that he is domineering, but he suddenly has a sense of proportion and will not force her to do anything when she has no thoughts about him and even keeps a distance from his married status.
In other words, he was afraid of something, so when it came to dealing with her, he was no longer so straightforward, but treated her cautiously, for fear that he would really ignite her fire and she would completely disappear again.
She couldn't tell what it felt like. In short, looking at the man who was heating the ginger soup for her, Feng Ling raised her hand and touched her forehead, not wanting to speak.
He has already moved next door, and if she still said she wanted to drive him away, it would be a joke. The longest distance was only a few meters, and he was still next door.
Neuropathy.
I really want to curse.
But now she didn't have enough physical strength or energy to fight with this man, so she simply didn't say anything, just sat on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket and coughed a few more times.
A few minutes later, the man took out the heated ginger soup and put it on the coffee table in front of her: "Drink."
Feng Ling coughed again and raised his eyes to look at him: "Did you rent or buy the house next door?"
"What's the difference?"
“…”
That's right, if he wants to live there forever, whether renting or buying, he has a way to do it.
After all, she is the eldest son of the Li family. She has power and money, and is nothing like the ants in the world she has seen in the past two years.
She picked up the bowl and put it to her mouth, and the man warned: "Be careful of the heat."
She paused while holding the bowl, lowered her head and blew on the edge of the bowl.
"What does the boy who brought you ginger soup have to do with you?" Li Nanheng stood opposite her, looking at her holding a bowl and wrapping herself in a blanket, and asked in a deep voice.
Feng Ling replied in a nasal voice while blowing: "He is my student."
She didn't need to explain too much about herself. Now that Li Nanheng had found her, he must have checked everything that could be found about the places she had worked in the past two years, the people she had come into contact with, her current identity and He must also know his job very well.
"Student, is the male student who came to your door specially to bring you ginger soup?" The man's voice was low and cold.
Feng Ling took a sip of the ginger soup and frowned. It was indeed very unpleasant to drink.
It tasted terrible, hot and spicy, but there was no denying that this stuff seemed to make her feel a lot warmer after being cold for two days.