Li Nanheng in the hotel window said two words calmly to the person on the other side of the remote headset: "More money."
Hearing the BOSS who paid the money say this, the two people who were leaning against the tree and acting out their acting skills burst out and said all kinds of touching and heartfelt words.
Feng Ling heard something inexplicable, but felt a little trembling in his heart.
All the things that have happened to me, and then I think of all the things Li Nanheng has done for me...
She carried the almost cold breakfast in her hand and walked quickly across the road back to the hotel.
When she entered the room, she saw Li Nanheng standing in the living room, holding a cup of coffee in his hand. He glanced at her as if he hadn't woken up yet, and then he was about to walk to the bedroom silently.
Feng Ling pursed her lips, walked in and said, "Don't sleep, let's have breakfast."
The man paused and turned to look at her back as she walked to the dining table: "What kind of breakfast?"
Feng Ling put breakfast on the table. His voice was calm, but it lacked the coldness of the previous days: "Steamed buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk, porridge, and a box of side dishes."
Hearing her slight conscience discovery and no longer rejecting others from thousands of miles away, Li Nanheng turned around calmly and threw the coffee cup back into the kitchen, then turned around and walked back to the dining table, about to sit down and eat. Feng Ling glanced at him: "Didn't you just get up? Why don't you wash up before eating?"
Li Nanheng: "..." He stood up, turned back to the bedroom, and started washing for the second time today.
By the time the man brushed his teeth and came out, Feng Ling had already finished her portion. When he sat down, she was about to get up, but the man pushed the soy milk at his hand to her: "I don't drink this stuff. , you drink it for me."
Feng Ling looked at him: "I don't have such a big stomach."
Li Nanheng glanced at the lunch box in front of her: "You put two steamed buns and two fried dough sticks here for me. You only ate one fried dough stick and one cup of soy milk. Are you eating cat food?"
Feng Ling: "...I'm not that hungry, just eat a little."
"Drink it." The man pushed the soy milk to her decisively.
Feng Ling glanced at him, then looked at him again, and saw that the man had already picked up the buns and started eating. The man's eating movements were very nice. He was not too pretentious and elegant, but he wasn't gobbling it down either. In short, he was just that kind of man. Taste.
She had no choice but to take the soy milk, put it in through a straw, and took two more sips.
"What are you thinking about?" Li Nanheng looked at her while eating, with a somewhat meaningful smile in his eyes: "I didn't notice you going out when I first got up. Is it okay for an injured person like you to run out to buy breakfast? I have trained you to be too self-reliant over the years, and I have not given you any chance to let others enjoy being relied on."
Feng Ling only drank soy milk and said nothing.
She thought again of the young couple quarreling she had just seen downstairs.
She was just like that girl. She was too used to being alone about everything and not bothering others. If something happened to her, she would keep it to herself and not want to say a word to others.
But if a person is willing to pay for her and bear everything for her, but she often rejects people for various reasons, is she really going too far
Li Nanheng never expressed his dissatisfaction and anger like that man, but that time he spoke in her ear and asked her to remember what she said.
His various indifferences and brushes with each other later showed that he was really angry.
What are you angry about
Are you just angry that she doesn't understand his heart
"I got up early and couldn't sleep, so I went downstairs for a walk. I bought breakfast on the way. It's not as complicated as you think." Feng Ling said lightly, but his eyes glanced at the man who was eating, holding back. After a long time, he finally managed to say: "Is it delicious?"
It was the first time in such a long time that I heard Feng Ling take the initiative to ask something, even if it was just three words.
The smile in Li Nanheng's eyes suddenly became much thicker. He bit into half of the bun in one bite, chewed it, swallowed it, and smiled loudly: "It's delicious."
Feng Ling: "..."
Why do others say that Li Nanheng is so cold in front of them, but when she looks at him, she always feels that this man is like a fool. If he is delicious, he is delicious. Why should he smile
The key is to laugh while looking at her, as if what she is eating is not a bun but a golden lump.
Feng Ling stopped looking at him and continued to drink her soy milk. However, her eyes glanced towards the fitness area by the river opposite the hotel. After one glance, she looked away, and then suddenly turned her eyes and looked in that direction again. Look, and at the same time glanced at his mobile phone placed on the dining table.
Strange.
When she was downstairs, there were people selling things there so early. How long had it passed? Why was that stall gone
Is it sold out
No, I just saw that there are a lot of them, and it’s so early, not many people are going to buy anything, so it can’t be sold so fast.
It took less than half an hour before and after, but the stall disappeared
Feng Ling looked thoughtfully in that direction. Li Nanheng also glanced in that direction because of her gaze. When she noticed where Feng Ling was paying attention, she suddenly coughed, raised her hand and said, "Give me the soy milk." Suddenly, I choked."
"Ah?" Feng Ling hadn't come back to his senses yet, so she turned to look at him. Seeing the man's expression as if he was really choked, Feng Ling subconsciously handed him the unfinished soy milk in her hand.
She saw the man take her soy milk, then use the straw she had just used, and take a big sip. By the time she realized that the straw was hers, the man had already taken several sips.
Feng Ling's attention was also completely drawn to the straw. She had a sullen expression, thinking that it was not like she had never been kissed before, and it didn't matter if she had the same straw. She had also used the same straw before when everyone in the base was a man. Cups and the like are not that pretentious.
But now, no matter how you look at it, it feels like it's too intimate and ambiguous, and it doesn't treat people as outsiders.
But she didn't say such words, but when the man returned the soy milk to her again, she hesitated for a moment, don't drink it, it's coquettish and wasteful, there is still half a cup, drink it, it seems...
After hesitating for a while, she lowered her head and continued drinking, but this time she lowered her head even lower when drinking, as if she was afraid that the man would see her troubled expression.
Seeing her unavoidable but a little troubled look, Li Nanheng suppressed a smile, glanced at the phone she had just replaced with a new phone case, and curved the corners of her mouth upwards without a trace.
"Where did you buy this breakfast? It tastes good. I'll buy two more tomorrow morning." The man had nothing to say.
Feng Ling drank with his head down and said, "No, I know which company it is from. I'll just buy it tomorrow."