Li Nanheng hugged her directly and was about to kiss her when suddenly the landline phone rang in the room.
He paused in his movements, feeling the warm soft jade in his arms, breathing heavily, and locked his dark eyes on Feng Ling's face.
She seemed to be still a little confused, but because of the ringing of the phone, her eyes instantly regained clarity. She quickly put her hands on his shoulders, quickly stepped back and stood up.
Li Nanheng let out a long breath. His handsome face was now extremely dark. He went over to pick up the phone and said in a deep voice angrily: "Say."
The resort staff on the other side of the phone heard the unkindness in his tone, was stunned for a moment, and then said carefully: "Mr. Li, Mr. Li, the meal and red wine you ordered in your room are ready. Should you send them over now or come out and get them?" Eat at the restaurant?”
When he heard the word red wine, the displeasure in Li Nanheng's eyes lessened a bit: "Send it here."
"Okay, I'll send it over right away. Sorry to bother you, Mr. Li." After the other party finished speaking, he hung up the phone carefully.
Li Nanheng hung up the phone at the same time, took another breath, looked down at the place where he was still arrogant, and at the same time turned his head to look behind him, only to see Feng Ling taking off his clothes again as if nothing happened. Over there, pick up the ironing machine, turn on the switch, lower your head and continue to iron the clothes.
Didn't you run away
Li Nanheng raised his eyebrows, hiding the slightly surprised look in his eyes, withdrew his gaze, turned back to the bathroom, and simply washed his face with cold water.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Yu Zheng came over with the food delivery staff. The food cart pushed by the staff was prepared with dishes that Li Nanheng and Feng Ling usually liked, and they were suitable for both of them. , there are two bottles of red wine that are more than 90 years old. If you want red wine that is older, there are more wines that are more than 90 years old, but you need to order specifically for those that are more than 80 years old. This is not bad.
Li Nanheng nodded and signaled that they could go out.
The staff and Yu Zheng didn't dare to look at Feng Ling over there, and they all retreated silently with their noses and noses in mind.
Li Nanheng glanced at the dining car again: "After all, we have lived together for too many years, and you and I are the only ones who understand each other's tastes so well."
Feng Linggang turned off the ironing machine and picked up the ironed clothes. Hearing his words, he raised his eyes and looked over there. When he saw the food on the dining car, he understood that he was there. say what.
"Didn't you say we want to eat together? We have to have something that both you and I can eat." She did not shy away from this topic, and instead hung up the clothes again: "It's ironed, you can wear it next time Try it on, wear it if you can still wear it, and if it doesn’t wear anymore, get rid of it yourself.”
"You ironed it yourself, so you have to wear it if you can." The man pushed the dining cart to the dining table and placed the food on the table one by one.
Feng Ling also went over to help. After putting everything away, Li Nanheng opened a bottle of red wine directly and happily. In order to prevent Feng Ling from noticing his intention to get him drunk, he just poured her a small glass and said : "Taste it, how does it taste."
Feng Ling saw that the red wine was only at the bottom of the cup, so he picked it up and drank it. After tasting it, he said, "It tastes good."
"Really?" Li Nanheng poured him a glass and tasted it. It was indeed good. He asked her again: "Want more?"
Feng Ling glanced at him: "You ordered two bottles and asked me if I want more?"
The man smiled, but what he was laughing at was that the girl would never be able to escape his trick. He poured her another half of the glass, and at the same time carefully warned: "Drink slowly, don't drink too fast."
Feng Ling didn't say anything. He sat down and picked up the tableware. He ate without saying anything, as if he was about to leave after finishing the meal.
Li Nanheng didn't say much. He ate the whole dinner very calmly. The dishes tasted good, and they both liked the taste. Li Nanheng drank a lot of the two bottles of wine at first, but Feng Ling saw that he was never drunk. It seems that with his drinking capacity, it is indeed not easy for someone with this level of alcohol to get drunk, but her drinking capacity is just...
But this wine is really delicious.
Probably because although I don’t drink well, the more I try to control myself from drinking, the more I can’t control myself when I encounter such delicious red wine.
Li Nanheng knew that Feng Ling was not a good drinker but was good at drinking. He never urged her to drink. He just sat there and drank slowly. During this period, Feng Ling also took it and poured her two glasses. After that, she seemed to be controlling herself and didn't touch it again for a long time. However, seeing that most of the wine had been consumed by Li Nanheng, she still couldn't help but pour another glass and drank it slowly in small sips, like a person who knew not to eat too much sugar. But he really wanted to eat, and was afraid that eating too much would be bad, so he could only eat in small bites. His cuteness made Li Nanheng feel heartbroken.
It wasn't until Feng Ling finally drank almost half of the two bottles of wine that she realized that she seemed to have drank a lot, and the bottle of red wine was not small and had a lot of capacity inside.
She immediately put down her wine glass, not daring to touch it again, and turned to drink the soup.
Li Nanheng sat quietly opposite her. He had eaten and drank well, and just kept looking at her quietly.
Feng Ling's face didn't know whether it was because of the alcohol or because the soup was too hot. After a while, his face became obviously red. He suddenly put down the tableware, stood up and said, "I'm done eating, I'm going back."
Li Nanheng still sat in his original position, with his arms folded across his chest, quietly watching her turn and walk out. The direction of her walking was very accurate, directly towards the door. The pace was very steady, but the video was a bit straight.
The man raised his eyebrows: "Feng Ling."
"Yeah." Feng Ling didn't look back, nor did he stop walking. He was almost at the door.
"How old are you this year?" the man suddenly asked.
Feng Ling was about to leave, but was suddenly stopped by his question, and immediately stopped, as if she was seriously recalling how old she was.
Seeing that she showed her standard drunkenness again, Li Nanheng's lips deepened, he stood up, walked over slowly, and stood behind her, looking down at her as she was thinking hard, and then looked at her again. Her clear eyes were looking straight at the wall.
"Twenty..." Feng Ling thought seriously for a long time: "Twenty-three or twenty-four..."
"Well, it will be my twenty-fourth birthday soon." The man said softly: "So stop being cold to me and spend the rest of your life together. Do you think that's okay?"
Feng Ling stood there for a long time, put down his hand but said nothing.
Li Nanheng raised his eyebrows and looked at her again, but saw the little woman's unhappy expression suddenly turned around. Li Nanheng was stared at by her unconscious but bright eyes and raised his eyebrows: "What?"
"I didn't cold you."