The man laughed directly and did not hesitate to mock: "Who was the person who was almost killed in the parking lot just now?"
Feng Ling: "... It was just an accident. I was careless for a moment. I will be careful in the future and nothing will happen again."
Li Nanheng was certain of this. As long as Feng Ling really realized it and could really stay vigilant at all times, no one would be able to get close to her and hurt her.
The man chuckled: "So I should be grateful to you for letting your guard down this time, so you gave me the chance to save the beauty as a hero?"
Feng Ling said expressionlessly: "I am the hero."
The man raised his eyebrows: "Then what am I?"
She looked at the man lying on her lap. Although his face was a little pale, he was still very handsome. She put the fingers on her head on his chin, and gently touched his chin and face with her fingers. She ticked the hook: "You are beautiful."
Feng Ling, who had always been cautious about emotional matters, suddenly teased him like this. The man suddenly stood up to go to his relatives. Before Feng Ling could make a move, Feng Ling continued to press his head hard: "Don't move!"
Li Nanheng: "..."
He then sighed and smiled: "Little hero, you just woke up not long ago, and the hot pot ingredients you brought back are still in the car. Are you hungry?"
I was so frightened to death by the sight of him crashing into the car that I couldn't bear to be hungry.
Feng Ling whispered: "I'm not hungry anymore. It doesn't matter if I skip a meal or two occasionally."
"I'm hungry." When the man said these three words, his eyes were fixed on her.
Feng Ling understood quickly this time, because the man looked at her when he spoke and instantly understood what his hunger meant.
You were bullied by him for so long last night, and you came here twice this morning, and you haven’t fed him yet
She didn't speak, just glared at him, then gently and slowly put his head back on the pillow. She got up and picked up the fruit on the coffee table over the sofa. She picked up an orange and walked back. While walking, I peeled the orange and then stuffed the orange segment into the man's mouth: "When you are hungry, eat the fruit first."
One of Li Nanheng's most hated fruits was oranges. Being forced into such a mouthful made his whole face wrinkle up with soreness. He reluctantly swallowed it while trying to endure the taste of oranges, and then looked at Feng Ling. I admired the calm way I ate the oranges there: "You can still eat it so sour. People who don't know would think you are pregnant."
Feng Ling glanced at him directly. Because of his words, she subconsciously glanced at the used condoms in the trash can. She ate the remaining orange segments in a few times and then said, "It's not so sour. You think it's sour because you hate eating it, so your senses are amplified, and a little sourness is said to be very sour, but actually it's quite sweet relatively speaking."
"Really?" The man lay there honestly and didn't move. He probably had a headache if he really moved, so he didn't move. He whispered: "How sweet is it?"
Feng Ling walked over and helped him lift the quilt, but suddenly the man raised his hand and pressed her head down in the same trick: "Come on, let me have a taste."
The moment he was almost kissed, Feng Ling quickly pushed the man's head back, but was still careful not to make any big movements, so as not to aggravate the discomfort of his concussion, but it looked like he had been lying there for a long time. After that, he probably recovered a lot, and his face was not as pale as before.
Fortunately, the injury was not serious, otherwise Feng Ling would not be in the mood to joke with him here now.
A few minutes later, the landline in the room rang. Feng Ling went to answer the phone. It was the police. After telling her the story in detail, she asked if she had offended anyone or if there was anything else she could say. Feng Ling didn't have any evidence, and it was impossible to directly name the person he suspected. He only briefly talked about the situation he saw at the time and the text messages he received. He also mentioned the number from which the text messages were sent. Then he hung up the phone.
The call lasted about ten minutes. When she looked back, she saw Li Nanheng with his eyes closed and seemed to be asleep.
The doctor did say that a concussion requires more sleep and rest, and no matter how strong this man is, he didn't sleep at all last night and this morning. After that, he went out again, and he probably didn't get much rest. Now he can sleep for a while. That's fine.
She was about to turn around and walk out of the hotel suite's bedroom when the man with his eyes closed on the bed suddenly said: "Stay in the room and don't go out for a walk. We will return to the base tomorrow morning when the snow clears. It will not delay the training schedule of the youth training team." .”
"Yes." Feng Ling responded. In fact, the balance in her heart was now leaning toward Li Nanheng. She could temporarily leave the base's newcomers to Han Jin to help manage it for a day or two.
However, Li Nanheng's injury was not serious, and there was no need to trouble others too much. She didn't say much. She just said, "I'll get some food, and you can rest first."
Li Nanheng, who was suddenly reduced to being taken care of by Feng Ling, said nothing, but slightly curled his lips, obviously in a good mood.
Feng Ling stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window from last night, looking at the snowy scene outside the window.
According to what was revealed on the phone by the police just now, the drunk man was really drunk. Although he was conscious of what he wanted to do, his thinking and speaking methods were not very clear. He needed to wait until the alcohol concentration in his body was gone before he could start again. During the interrogation, the other person who was driving in the car had been lying in the treatment room since he was taken away. He was barely alive and had not yet woken up.
However, they have found out the identity of the driver. He is a local taxi driver in Los Angeles. He started to suffer from gambling debts last month and owed more than one million to the casino. His wife took the child and left in anger. It was the family situation of the person they found out. As for the account in his name, three days ago, they received a remittance of two million from a mysterious anonymous account.
Although the bank has the responsibility to cooperate with the police investigation and should make every effort to find out who the mysterious payment account is, some special banks in Los Angeles have a separate system for some wealthy households with particularly good conditions, that is, some VVVIP-level Customers can hide their account names. In this case, it is difficult to check because this mode of hiding account names cannot be found by the bank's system. This is the distinguished treatment they give to VVVIP customers. , it can be regarded as a loophole that has not been noticed, so it cannot be checked.
There were really few people Feng Ling could think of who wanted to kill him. Except for the people he had offended during previous missions, there seemed to be none.
But if it was someone she had fought with during the mission, if those people wanted to secretly murder her, it would definitely not be possible in such a simple way. Those people were used to violence and blood, and they would not be ruthless yet delicate in their actions.
Is there such a level of treatment in a bank...
She picked up her phone, opened the locked photo album inside, and looked thoughtfully at the photo she took of the jade ring and the jade pendant that were perfectly fastened together.