Feng Ling: "...I can't eat that much."
Nan Heng glanced at her lightly: "Eat as much as you can. Look at how thin you are. You can't even eat a few portions of rice. How much room do you expect for your physical fitness to improve?"
Feng Ling: "..."
Then we can't expect her to transform from a thirteen-year-old boy weighing over eighty pounds to a fat man weighing one hundred and eighty pounds.
The lobby manager was surprised that Mr. Li actually took such good care of him. He didn't dare to talk nonsense for a while, so he could only quickly turn around and ask the waiter and waiter to greet these ancestors in.
At the same time, the lobby manager also smiled at Feng Ling: "Young Master Feng, in addition to steak and pork bone rice, our hotel also has other more high-end features, such as air-lifted seafood or..."
Feng Ling didn't have any fluctuation in his face because of his deliberately exaggerated words about Young Master Feng. He completely ignored it and turned around to follow the people in the team upstairs.
The lobby manager was left standing there slightly embarrassed. His eyes were still a little unconvinced and he looked at Feng Ling's back. Suddenly, he saw Li Nanheng's cold gaze turning sideways. His shoulders shrank and his whole body shivered. He quickly changed his face to a look of apology.
Arriving at the banquet hall upstairs specially reserved for the XI base, Feng Ling was about to walk in with San Pang and the others when suddenly Han Jin patted her shoulder from behind: "Feng Ling, the boss asked you to come over."
Feng Ling turned around: "Aren't you here to eat? What did you ask me to do?"
Han Jin spread his hands and shrugged, which meant that he didn't know.
Feng Ling thought for two seconds, then turned around and walked back. When she arrived at the marble escalator she had just come up, she saw a tall man wearing the same black battle uniform as her playing with a silver high-end lighter. She only glanced at it. Glancing at his back, he walked over and said, "Boss."
The man looked back at her: "Yeah."
Just a "hmm"? Don't you have anything else to do with her
Feng Ling felt a little strange, but Nan Heng didn't say anything, so she couldn't turn around and leave. She could only take two steps closer and went directly to his side: "Boss, do you want to see me for something?"
The silver lighter made a crisp sound in the man's hand. The man glanced at him lightly: "How much do you owe here?"
Feng Ling raised his eyelids and glanced at the lobby manager on the first floor who was busy greeting other members of the XI base: "The cups I broke are said to be crystal cups. The cheapest ones cost at least one hundred. It’s one yuan, and including the dishwasher and tableware that I kicked over, it’s probably about 20,000 yuan.”
Nan Heng put one hand on her head. Feng Ling paused because of his action. She raised her eyes to look at him. The man who was much taller than her just lowered his black eyes, his eyes were downcast, and his voice and breath were very... He lowered his head and approached her coldly: "You dare to sell yourself here for a month for 20,000 yuan?"
"... It's not that I sold it myself, it's that I really don't have the money to pay them back. If the person who wasn't their chef really deserved a beating, I would have stayed here for a month and then left. After all, it was indeed my fault. First."
The man sneered, and pressed his hand hard on his head again. Feng Ling couldn't avoid it, until the man had ravaged her head enough, let her go, and glanced at her again. She was messy and a little a little bit inexplicably. With a sexy hairstyle and a cold smile: "You also know how to be moral. It seems that your nature is not bad."
Feng Ling said with a cold face: "What aspect of me made the boss mistakenly think that there is something wrong with my personality?"
"Okay, let's go in and have something to eat with them. Don't worry about this little problem in the hotel. I'll help you solve it."
After hearing this, Feng Ling instinctively was about to say thank you, but the man then said something else: "The condition is that you start to train me physically today. When I return to the base in two years, if you still can't hold me firmly, I can shoot you with a long-range sniper." Gun, you can get out of the first team."
Feng Ling originally wanted to thank him for helping her solve this problem, and she would definitely return the 20,000 yuan to him when she got rich.
In the end, she swallowed the words hard and looked at the man again without saying anything.
Forget it, I won't have to see him again for at least the next two years.
…
When five portions of steaks and five portions of pork bone rice were served, the lobby manager directly asked someone to place them one by one in front of Feng Ling.
The people at this table are all members of the first team. Although I heard a general idea when I was downstairs just now, I didn't expect that the boss really planned to make Feng Ling eat so much...
None of them knew that Feng Ling ate the least among the brothers. People often advised him that he was growing up at a young age and he must eat more to be as tall as everyone else. Otherwise, his physical fitness would not be up to standard in the future and his height would be the same. If he doesn't, the boss will probably try to bully him even more.
But so many...
The portion of this meal is quite large. How can it be eaten
Feng Ling was very calm, and she would eat whatever she was told to eat. In the end, she couldn't eat any more, so he wouldn't really starve her to death.
In fact, her appetite is not that small, but compared to the group of young men in the base who wolf down their food, her usual appetite is like poor cat food in their mouths. Some people even say that she looks like a little milk cat all day long. , as long as she doesn't stretch out her claws, she is very pretty and cute, but once she gets mad and stretches out her claws, no one can catch her, which is really annoying.
For the first time, Li Nanheng rarely sat at the same table with members of the first team. You should know that the boss usually sat with the instructors. After all, he had nothing in common with them.
But today the boss just sat here.
He even sat directly next to Feng Ling.
The third fat man silently whispered to Xiao Xu next to him: "Isn't the boss taking too much care of Feng Ling?"
In fact, the third fat man felt that his words should be heard by the boss, so he didn't dare to say some things. What he wanted to say more was whether there was really a problem with the boss's sexual orientation. Not only was there a problem, he even didn't let the child go. , is he planning to raise a beautiful boy from childhood and own it, or what
Xiao Xu said with an indifferent expression: "If you had been as capable as Feng Ling when you were thirteen years old, the boss would have taken great care of you as well."
The third fat man: "..."
As a flexible fat man, he was actually looked down upon again.
"Although Feng Ling learns everything very quickly and his marksmanship is also very accurate, after all, the boss is really too kind to him. Asking the brothers to eat together is something we all do together, but this alone is specially for Feng Ling. After dinner, he was obviously supporting Feng Ling. Also, the boss had never sat with us before, but now he sits directly next to Feng Ling... "
Nan Heng looked calm and threw the silver lighter on the table casually. He called the waiter next to him and pointed at San Fatty who looked jealous: "Bring him ten steaks and ten pork bone rice. Don't finish it if you can't finish it." Walk."