The suitcase was opened.
Several clean and flat white bra wraps were placed in the middle compartment of the suitcase.
All the answers came out completely, and there was no longer any possibility of covering up.
Li Nanheng looked at those things indifferently, leaned down, picked up the strips of cloth, looked at them briefly, and put them back calmly, then closed the suitcase and pushed it back to the bottom of the bed.
Then he kept squatting beside the bed, slowly turned his eyes, looked in the direction of the bathroom, got up and walked over, opened the bathroom door, and saw several toiletries placed there, there was still a faint fragrance inside, only Unique to Feng Ling.
Turning to look at the table next to him, the man opened the drawer with one hand, and sure enough he saw a pack of sanitary napkins hidden inside that only women would use. They were white and soft, lying in it, as if they had been hidden for many years. The huge truth just hit us.
So, it is indeed a woman.
next door.
After turning on the computer, Feng Ling quickly sorted out the files. At the same time, she looked back. She didn't close the door, thinking that Li Nanheng would come with him, but it had been a few minutes and he hadn't come yet. He couldn't wait in her room all the time.
There was a rumble, and a loud thunder flashed across the horizon, piercing the sky. A flash of light appeared and then disappeared.
Feng Ling's face was slightly illuminated by the computer screen, and his eyebrows were calm and soft. He looked at the files on the screen and sorted them carefully.
However, these files all looked old. It seemed to her that she had seen these files last time. Why was she suddenly asked to sort out these old files? Could it be that there are any new instructions from the base
Just after Feng Ling had sorted the documents into categories, she suddenly felt a thorn in her back. Her fingers stopped jumping on the keyboard, and she turned back to look at the man who had stood in front of the door at some point.
After the man walked in the door, his first eyes fell on her and he walked directly behind her.
His eyes were on hers.
Feng Ling had never seen him look like this before.
And there seemed to be obvious changes in emotions, but just when she was about to see something, it seemed to be covered up by something.
"Is there something wrong with these documents?" Feng Ling asked subconsciously.
Li Nanheng's eyes were cold and deep. Something in his heart that was endlessly vigorous, something that was shaking from the depths of his soul, made him surprisingly calm. He took out a silver lighter from his trouser pocket and said lightly: "No problem, organize yours, no questions asked."
Feng Ling glanced at him again, but at this moment the man turned around and pushed open the window directly to the balcony of his room.
Li Nanheng turned his back to Feng Ling, who was busy in front of the computer inside. He held the phone with one hand, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Listening to the sound of the keyboard and mouse from time to time behind him, the man's noble face turned sideways, He stared at the empty and dark base with indifferent eyes.
Feng Ling somehow saw a sense of oppression on his back.
The man was smoking, and she raised her eyes to look at him. After a pause of about ten seconds, the man turned his back to her, blew smoke rings into the night sky, and said coldly: "Don't be in a daze, continue."
Feng Ling quickly retracted his gaze and stared at the screen, but his hand movement on the keyboard was a little slow. He didn't know what happened, and it was hard to guess, but what the two people from the third team discovered today should be related to him. It doesn't matter, and Aunt Jieli is so tight-lipped that nothing will come out. The boss usually doesn't like to see the people in the third team, so there shouldn't be a chance to see them so late just now.
But because he was not particularly reassured, Feng Ling would occasionally look up at the man's back.
But she saw him just standing there smoking. He didn't want to say anything to her, nor did he want to force her to do anything, or have any intention of targeting her.
"Feng Ling." The man's deep voice blended into the heavy rain that was gradually falling with the sound of wind and thunder outside the window, carrying a different kind of charming quality: "During the days when I had a high fever on the snowy mountains, something happened. Never happened?"
Feng Ling's eyes returned to the computer screen. While saving the file and marking the date, he said calmly: "No."
It seemed like an expected answer.
Lies aplenty.
Li Nanheng was still maintaining his rationality. If not, he would have taken out the dagger from his pants and shoes and cut her clothes open with one slash.
"I suddenly remembered that the computer is full of old files from a while ago, and the new files will not be sent to the mailbox until tomorrow morning." The man said with a heavy look in his eyes: "Just put it there, there is no need to sort it out."
"Suddenly remembered?" Feng Ling stopped moving and looked at the man on the balcony coldly: "Boss, you are really forgetful."
Hearing this, Li Nanheng turned his eyes and said slowly, "What else have I forgotten? If you remind me, or remind me a few more words, I can remember everything I need to remember."
"No." Feng Ling said with a straight face: "The boss is probably too busy. It is normal for me to remember the wrong time for such small things like organizing files. After all, you are the boss, even if you ask me to take out the files from a year ago. It’s impossible for me to complain at all about the rearrangement.”
Having said this, she added: "So I can go back now, right?"
Li Nanheng put out the cigarette butt in his hand and said in a low voice: "Go back."
It's that simple
It seems like nothing happened.
Feng Lingmin felt a little nervous and relaxed instantly. But was she suddenly asked to come over to sort out old documents in the middle of the night? Was it really just because she had forgotten
Feng Ling felt that he really didn't pay enough attention to Boss Li's thoughts. He never deliberately speculated on his thoughts, and now he couldn't understand it.
"It's raining outside, remember to close the doors and windows." Li Nanheng looked at the rain outside the balcony, his mouth slightly cold: "It's almost winter, don't wear too little."
Feng Ling heard this and turned to look at him, but all she could see was the man's back. However, the words sounded somewhat nice, so she responded lightly and left directly.
But after returning to her room, she looked at the things under the bed and everywhere around her, and there were no unexpected changes.
…
It was raining heavily, and this was probably the last rain before winter this year. The wind was biting and cold, but it was nothing compared to the cold wind on Rogers Pass.
Li Nanheng just stood on the balcony. After finishing one cigarette, he took out another cigarette, but did not light it. He held it in his mouth for a moment and then put it down. In the blink of an eye, he looked at the light next door, which was always on, and the rain poured down diagonally above the balcony. Come down and land on the window in the balcony next door.