Several people came over next to the train and were carrying things out.
These people were all local Americans, mostly workers and owners of moving companies. After hearing them arranging and talking about what to move first, and making sure that they were not going to move the largest wardrobe and refrigerator for the time being, Feng Ling squatted there. Didn't move.
At the same time, the two stalkers had already chased them out. They saw the two trucks and a few people beside the trucks, and then saw the things they were moving out. They were very keen and walked over directly and circled behind the trucks. After making a circle to make sure he didn't see anything in the car, he turned around and went straight to the building in front of him to chase him.
Until a few workers next to the truck moved away with their things, Feng Ling leaned inside and listened for a while, then got up and got out.
As soon as he jumped out of the car, he unexpectedly bumped into someone head-on, and his whole face almost hit his arms.
Feng Ling staggered for half a step and raised his hand instinctively. Before he could recover from the pain in his nose, he heard a man's voice: "You won't answer the phone?"
Feng Ling looked up and saw Li Nanheng standing in front of her, his stern eyebrows slightly raised.
Her expression relaxed instantly: "I was avoiding people just now. I was afraid of making any noise, so I didn't answer it. My phone was on silent in my pocket."
At this moment, the two people who had just walked around the building over there seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and suddenly turned back. They happened to see the man standing with Feng Ling. The moment they saw Li Nanheng, the two people They looked at each other in confusion, as if they were considering whether to go there.
"You're not going back to Feng's house. What kind of dog can you go out for a walk in broad daylight?" Li Nanheng had a smile on his face that was a bit incomprehensible to the two people standing far away. He couldn't hear what he was saying even though they were far away. What, but what is certain is that he and Feng Ling definitely know each other.
"How did you get here? Have you visited Little Momo's place?" Feng Ling leaned toward the back of the truck and asked in a low voice.
"Passing by the Ferris wheel, I saw your old lady with her servants and children on top. I have arranged for them to be sent to the security room of the amusement park and called someone to come and guard them. Don't worry."
From the experience of fighting together many years ago, we can immediately understand each other's thoughts with just a look or a word.
She was really trying to find ways to buy time for the elderly and children to be rescued, and she also knew that Li Nanheng would definitely come after the previous phone call.
Feng Ling was relieved and didn't ask any more questions. He turned to look at the two people and said calmly: "As long as the people have been successfully transferred, there is no need to continue walking the dog. You can start killing."
Li Nanheng glanced at her, and Feng Ling turned to look at him, looking at each other in tacit understanding.
When she raised her head, she saw the bright black light at the corners of the man's brows and eyes. She knew that the man's eyes were really recovering, and it wouldn't affect anything if they were alone. The distance between the two of them was very close, so close that her hands were almost touching each other. On the man's muscular forearm.
Li Nanheng, who had almost returned to his previous state, was standing beside him. They were just two stalkers. What was there to hesitate about
Feng Ling turned his head and looked over there.
Not far away, a man holding a baseball bat caught Feng Ling's gaze. He looked at Li Nanheng beside her warily for a few more times. He held the baseball bat in his hand tightly and did not dare to act rashly for a while.
"How to kill? Do you want a fat one or a thin one?" The smile on Li Nanheng's face became more obvious, as if he was discussing whether he should eat the spicy side or the non-spicy side when they are eating hot pot: " I asked you, do you dare to take me with you next time you return to the Feng family? I have to find a chance to flirt with the old lady and the old man, so you have to create an opportunity for me, right? "
Feng Ling: "..."
"I see that Mrs. Feng was quite frightened just now. I will drive you back later and go directly to the Feng family to check in. How about just staying at the Feng family for one night?"
Feng Ling: "..."
There are many people in this community, coming and going, and it is a prosperous and high-priced residence. There are people from all countries and different skin colors. Everyone is in a hurry to go out or rush back.
Li Nanheng raised his hand and put his arm around her shoulders. He smiled and lowered his head to kiss her on the cheek. Feng Ling was about to hide, but the man held her tightly and kissed her on the cheek. He kissed her again and again, and then kissed her hairline again, until he completely pulled her body into his arms, facing the direction of the two people over there, but at this moment, the corner of Li Nanheng's eyes glanced towards Ten A baseball bat in the hand of the man a few meters away.
"What did you bring with you?" His lips were close to her ear. He was smiling at the moment, but his voice was clear and serious, and he asked in a tone that only she could hear.
"There was only one knife, which I snatched from them." Feng Ling remained motionless in his embrace.
Li Nanheng hugged her tightly in his arms, and at the same time turned around with her as if he was going to hug her and leave.
At this moment, Li Nanheng's cell phone rang in his pocket. He stood there and answered the phone, exposing his and Feng Ling's backs to the two people who could pounce at any time.
"It's Xiao Xu." Li Nanheng said calmly after hanging up the phone, and kissed Feng Ling on the ear: "He asked if he would come to New York to take us back."
At this time, they were standing among the people in the community. The drivers in the two trucks had no idea what had just happened, so they got out of the car and lit a cigarette.
Li Nanheng glanced at it and walked over: "Brother, can I borrow a cigarette?"
Feng Ling didn't know for a moment whether he was addicted to smoking or something, so he quickly stretched out his hand and pulled his hand back. He lowered his eyebrows and whispered, "No smoking. You haven't smoked in the past few months. If you want to quit, just quit." Yes, what else are you smoking?"
Li Nanheng glanced down at her, with a smile on his face: "If you want to say that you asked me to quit smoking and drinking completely in order to prepare for a healthy child, I promise to wear a mask when I go out from now on, and I won't even smell second-hand smoke. For a moment. As a result, you ran out to walk the dog alone, and you didn’t realize you were ready to be a mother at all times, so couldn’t you just calm down?”
Feng Ling: "... I'm here for little Momo's safety, and I don't want to fight and kill him every day."
Li Nanheng looked down at her. Feng Ling held his strong arm with one hand and put the other hand in his pocket, holding the Ying's short knife. The two dogs behind him, who had been escaping for a long time, saw that the two of them really looked like the same person. For a couple, they first kissed and hugged each other, and then the expressions on their faces seemed to have softened a lot because of what they said.
In fact, on the phone just now, Xiao Xu, who already knew the situation in New York, was asking: "Boss, do you need reinforcements?"
Li Nanheng's answer was: "Send someone to send Mrs. Feng and her children back to Feng's house safely."
"Then we don't need reinforcements?"
Li Nanheng didn't answer and hung up the phone because the two dogs came closer.