Feng Ling felt a surge of madness in his heart, and once again looked at the closed door in front of him.
But the door was still closed, as if what she had said before and what he had said had been confirmed.
Nothing happened, nothing was loved, nothing existed.
Even though he was prepared, Feng Ling lowered his head and glanced at the documents in his hand. Thinking that he had been waiting for him for so many days, Feng Ling walked forward and knocked on the door.
After knocking a few times, she put down her hand and waited for a while. It was quiet inside and no one came to open the door.
After waiting for another two minutes, she raised her hand and knocked a few more times.
After repeating this for several minutes, the door finally opened.
The man stood in the door. He had taken off his battle uniform jacket and was standing inside wearing only a black short-sleeved T-shirt. He was still looking at her indifferently, unlike the one who looked at her with warm and fiery eyes. Her person is the unsmiling devil Boss Li whom others call him. He has no trace of a smile and his eyes are so pale that no trace of unnecessary emotion can be found.
The man put one hand in his trouser pocket, and even in a relaxed state, the lines of his arms faintly outlined the outline of his muscles.
Under his gaze, Feng Ling felt that he was like a duckweed on the sea. He couldn't help himself, and his heart that he thought was calm suddenly started to fluctuate, with no where to go.
She told herself that she would just sign and leave, and go far away to Haicheng.
Whether he loves her or hates her now, the old grudges have been put aside for the time being. The most important thing now is to get him to sign so that he can leave smoothly.
But her heart inevitably sank under his cold gaze.
Feng Ling directly raised the document in his hand and held it in front of his eyes: "Boss, I want to go to Haicheng. Please sign it for me."
The document in front of him blocked his face, and it also successfully blocked her face.
However, the man didn't respond. After holding it for a while, Feng Ling put down the document and raised his eyes to meet his gaze.
Then she suddenly speculated, could it be the serious injury nine months ago, or something else happened to him in the past few months? Caused facial paralysis
Whether it's love, hate, anger or resentment, just say it directly. What does it mean to be so lukewarm
Feng Ling held the document in his hand and looked directly at him: "Li..."
"The senior military officials will arrive at the base in half an hour. I have to take a shower now. If you want to wait, just wait outside and don't knock on the door to disturb me." Li Nanheng stood there as steady as a rock, his tone as cold as ice, his eyes on her. He moved his face away and closed the door again.
Feng Ling, who was almost hit on the nose by the door panel: "..."
She withdrew her gaze, took a few steps back, and then returned to her previous position to wait.
Since the military people will arrive in half an hour, and his shower won't take too long, it's the same thing to wait until he comes out. No matter how cold his attitude is, she can just get the signature.
Not long after, Li Nanheng changed his clothes and came out. The man's hair was very short and dried quickly, but when he came out, he was carrying the fragrance of shower gel. Feng Ling stepped forward and handed the document to him again.
Li Nanheng looked at the things she handed over and her hand that suddenly came sideways as if to block his way. His eyes were not sharp and cold. When Feng Ling looked at him, his heart that had just calmed down began to worry again.
She didn't quite understand why she was so upset.
"I just want you to sign." Feng Ling looked at him and said.
"Sign?" The next second, Li Nanheng asked expressionlessly, his eyes scanning her two hands at the same time: "Have you brought a pen?"
Feng Ling was startled. She seemed to have only come out with documents, and really didn't bring a pen.
"Don't you have a pen in your room?"
"I'm in a hurry to meet with senior officials in the military. I have something important to discuss. They're already here. Do you think I'll waste time signing with you here? Or will I waste time going back to open the door and go in to find a pen for you?"
"It only takes a minute or two..."
The man stopped looking at her and walked directly towards the stairs.
Feng Ling looked at the man's indifferent back and quickly followed him: "Li Nanheng, let's talk."
The man kept walking without any intention of talking.
She followed his steps and walked out, saying as she walked: "I never planned to come back here after I left Base XI. I know I can come back now, and I have regained all the face I lost. , you must have helped me a lot in this, but I have already left, and there is no need to come back. To arrange for me to come in like this would be embarrassing for all parties. I really want to go work with Mr. Mo, and Mrs. Mo needs someone to protect her now, I..."
The man's footsteps suddenly stopped, and she stopped in time to avoid hitting his back.
Li Nanheng looked back and gave her a cold look: "It's my business whether I do it or not. It's your business whether I come back or not. No one will force you. You can go or stay as you please."
The four words "go or stay" came out of his mouth. They sounded calm and calm, but they seemed to be equally weighted. Feng Ling's heart suddenly rose and fell, making it difficult to calm down.
Feng Ling stood there and looked at him, but the man didn't stop and left directly.
After standing for a while, she looked at his back and saw that he was indeed walking towards the base conference room. She looked at the time again and saw that there was indeed no further delay.
Feng Ling lowered his head, looked at the document in his hand that had never been signed, and then looked at the man's cold and arrogant back, remembering the look he had cast on his face just now when he said that he could stay or go as he pleased.
Feng Ling didn't know why he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his throat, and a certain corner of his heart was shattered.
The strange situation she had been in for the past nine months almost made her forget that Li Nanheng had no intention of seeing her again when he was in the hospital.
Unexpectedly, when they met again after returning to the XI base, he really didn't want to see her.
That expression, that tone, that look in his eyes.
Indifference tinged with disgust.
Han Jin had seen this scene not far away, and didn't come over until Li Nanheng was far away. He looked at the things in Feng Ling's hand, and then at Feng Ling who was standing there and seemed to be in a bad situation: " The boss really has something to do today, otherwise, why don’t you find him again tomorrow?”
Feng Ling was silent for a brief moment, then twitched his lips and said, "It's okay. When can he finish talking to the military people? I'll wait for him here."
"Are you in such a hurry to go to Haicheng? Will it be uncomfortable to stay in the base for one more day?"
"No, I think I need to talk to him."
"What are you talking about?" Han Jin glanced at her lukewarmly: "Didn't you talk everything you said in the jungle in Boston nine months ago? Do you think Boss Li will talk to you?"