At this moment, Li Nanheng gave full play to his instinct of being concise and concise. He could say two words and would never say a third word.
It was obviously him who suggested eating out, but he said these two words casually. How could Feng Ling, who had never eaten such things, answer the question
She didn't even know what to choose.
Feng Ling turned her head and traced his calm face. It was really big. The two walked side by side for a while. The man didn't say a word. He only occasionally looked at the various stalls on the roadside and didn't say much.
Are you going to go out to the snack street with someone and then just leave them to fend for themselves
Is this the so-called straight male cancer who can't be romantic or coaxing
If he had known this, Feng Ling wouldn't have run down from the hospital to visit some snack street in the middle of the night.
But when Boss Li took the initiative, she didn't even have time to nod, so how could she refuse
Feng Ling worked hard to search for topics: "Boss, after every base member is injured, do you usually come to the hospital to visit him personally?"
"meeting."
"Then you will live in the same ward with injured members like this?"
Li Nanheng glanced at her: "Whatever you want to say, just say it directly. There's no need to beat around the bush and try to trick me."
Feng Ling: "..."
It was so easily seen through.
Nan Heng glanced at her face and added coolly: "After all, I am the person in charge of the base and the captain of all training teams. Apart from tasks and training, I don't have much contact with the members. , when I was injured on a mission, it would be too much if I didn’t show up to visit to express the base’s importance to every member.”
It seemed as if even visiting her in the hospital was just fulfilling a duty, and there was no intention to care about her at all.
He is obviously a person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, but he still insists on saying that he is so untouchable and so callous.
Feng Ling's soft short hair was flying in all directions on her head blown by the night wind. She tugged at the broken hair around her ears with some irritability. Suddenly she seemed to remember something, and then she raised her head and asked him again: "Boss, there is a barber shop nearby. What?"
Li Nanheng paused and looked at her: "Why are you looking for a barber shop?"
"Let's cut my hair. I think my hair still looks a little longer. It's just right to cut it into the short length like Ah K and Tam." She pointed to her short hair that was soft and sticking to her forehead: "The one in the base The barber always says that my hair is very good, and it would be a pity to shave it short. He stubbornly keeps letting me have this hairstyle, which is rare. If there is an outside barber shop, I will shave it short, so that I can roughly look like it. Can you look a little tougher than before?"
This guy wants to shave his head
Li Nanheng looked at her calmly.
Although the boy's hair is short, it at least looks gentle and makes people feel extra soft.
Try to imagine what it would be like if Feng Ling's hair style became shorter...
What I have to admit is that Feng Ling will still look good even if she becomes short. But if you are used to looking like this, if you suddenly change your hairstyle, some of the feelings will not be right.
Li Nanheng couldn't explain how he felt, but he really didn't want her hair to be that short.
And this length is also a very normal length now. Even if you rub the loose hair on the top of this guy's head, you will feel very comfortable. If it is short, it will probably prick your hands if you rub it.
When Feng Ling first arrived at the base when she was thirteen years old, her hair was very short. Later, the barber at the base gave her such a hairstyle, and she has kept it that way for a long time.
Li Nanheng couldn't tell what he was thinking in his heart at the moment, but he quickly glanced at a small barber shop not far away, and said lightly: "There is none nearby."
Feng Ling paused: "So, boss, where do you usually go to get your hair cut? Are they all cut by the barbers at the base?"
"There are so many men in the base, how can it be so troublesome? Buy a tweeter and do it yourself." He opened his eyes coldly and told lies.
Feng Ling looked at his short but natural-looking hairstyle with suspicion: "Is this the hairstyle you recommended, boss?"
Li Nanheng was too lazy to answer, and when passing by the barber shop in front, he deliberately led her across the long street from the direction of the crowd on the other side, without approaching the barber shop.
He didn't answer, and Feng Ling didn't insist on asking, but thinking about it, Ah K's hairstyle is indeed similar to that of other brothers in the base. It turns out that everyone recommends it like this, no wonder they don't have any creativity, it's just that They may have short or medium-length hair, but after looking at it for a long time, they still feel very neat, and the medium-inch hairstyle is really a test of appearance. Facts have proved that all the people in the base are pretty good with long hair.
Passing by the barber shop and making sure that Feng Ling wouldn't see him, Nan Heng continued walking forward in silence.
Feng Ling was not stupid. After walking for a while, he felt that something was not right. He turned around and glanced at the crowd behind him: "Why did you pass by the barbecue stall over there? Boss, don't you want to try it?"
Li Nanheng: "Chinese barbecue is terrible. I'm not interested. If you want to eat, just eat other things, forget about barbecue."
"Is barbecue terrible? But I heard others say it's delicious, especially..."
"Very unpalatable."
Feng Ling: "..."
Why did I feel that the boss was speaking out of conscience
She didn't doubt anything else, thinking that maybe the boss just didn't like eating barbecue.
He said he was here to visit the snack street, but after all, Li Nanheng still didn't allow Feng Ling to eat at the roadside stalls, especially the ones that were smoking. He took her to take a detour. Feng Ling knew it was because she still needed to make fog. To clear the lungs, these cigarettes cannot be smelled.
There is a noodle shop right in front of you. It is a large-scale chain brand of noodles spread from China.
Li Nanheng said: "During the period of recuperation, there is not much training and activities. It is not easy to digest while lying down in the hospital, so eat some easy-to-digest pasta."
After saying that, the man went in first.
After walking a few steps, I thought that Feng Ling seemed to like eating noodles in the base canteen, so I turned back and grabbed her wrist and pulled her in.
The young man's wrist was incredibly slender. He obviously had the strength to hold a spear, but he was actually so thin.
Nan Heng restrained Gu Zhanwang, who wanted to grab her sleeves to see how thin she was inside. Without saying anything, he directly took Feng Ling to a quieter place inside and sat down.
Because there were a lot of people in the store and it was full, it was difficult to find a seat. But they were lucky. As soon as they got up, the seat in the corner near the back door window happened to be occupied by someone who had just finished eating. When it became vacant, they went directly to sit there. Down.
When Feng Ling sat down, he glanced at the snack street outside: "Don't you want to eat outside?"