"Did I say, don't come to me again if you have nothing to do?" Li Nanheng's voice sounded from behind, with a coldness and clearly audible alienation.
Feng Mingzhu looked away from Feng Ling and then looked at Li Nanheng: "Nanheng, my father and grandfather want to see you."
After waiting so long, it was all in vain. She really couldn't accept this result. Even if she brought in reinforcements, she couldn't just give up.
However, the man's only emotionless response to her was two words: "Missing."
Feng Mingzhu looked at him in disbelief: "You rejected the Feng family again and again, and used my sister's tomb as an excuse to push me away. Now they just want to have a meal with you. After all, the military .The Feng family has recently been involved in such a big thing as Commander Fang’s murder, you can’t do this.”
Li Nanheng's eyes were cold and without any hesitation: "Tell them to go directly to the Li family to find those old people if they have something to do. With the old men of the Li family here, do you need me to come forward?"
"Can… "
Li Nanheng turned around, picked up the things that had been sorted in the car with one hand, took Feng Ling's hand with the other, walked past Feng Mingzhu, and walked directly towards the apartment building.
The tall black Hummer reflected the early winter sunshine. Feng Mingzhu stood on this side and looked back at him. She saw the man holding Feng Ling's hand in a gentlemanly and natural manner. Each of them was holding a hand in his other hand. There is nothing missing, it looks like a trophy that has been returned from a day of shopping.
They were obviously two men, but they looked inexplicably dazzling to Feng Mingzhu.
She looks so petite and is treated like this by Li Nanheng...
What on earth is this
Is he a boy or a girl
At this moment, Feng Mingzhu couldn't help but think of the stories her grandfather told her when she was a child, about Mulan and other women disguising themselves as men. Although the stories were just stories, in this vast world, anything could happen.
Either this Feng Ling is actually a woman, or Li Nanheng likes men.
But Li Nanheng didn't seem to have any problem with his sexual orientation. The most likely reason was that Feng Ling was a woman.
Feng Mingzhu looked in that direction for a long time, frowned, and suddenly picked up the phone and dialed a number.
…
The two of them had walked some distance, entered the apartment building, and then entered the elevator.
The elevator was quiet. Feng Ling looked at the things in his hands, and then at the changing numbers on the elevator, as if he was lost in thought.
The man's deep voice broke the almost rigid silence: "Are you unhappy?"
Feng Ling came to his senses, looked away, and whispered: "No."
He stated calmly: "You don't like Feng Mingzhu."
She suddenly looked at him funny: "Should I like her?"
"Whether you like her or not has nothing to do with me, but there are always reasons to hate someone."
Li Nanheng is a man who doesn't take himself very seriously. He doesn't care much about Feng Mingzhu, and he doesn't like women complaining about endless nonsense in his ears.
But he doesn't like Feng Ling who is so quiet and doesn't say anything or explain anything. He never complains. He would rather she talk to him about her thoughts occasionally. Why can't she learn to be like other women? Long-winded and talkative.
Feng Ling didn't explain, and continued to watch the changing numbers on the elevator in silence.
She really wanted to ask some questions about Feng Mingzhu. For example, if she and Li Nanheng were not an unmarried couple, then why did Feng Mingzhu go around saying that she was his fiancee, and she was also the eldest lady of the Feng family after all. If there was no reason, she would definitely not Such lies are made out of nothing.
But even if I wanted to ask, I didn’t know how to ask.
When the elevator stopped at the tenth floor, the two of them walked out. Li Nanheng went to open the door. Feng Ling walked behind him. After thinking about it, he asked the simplest question: "Boss, have you and Miss Feng known each other for a long time?"
"Well, I've seen it since I was a kid."
"It seems she really likes you."
She had also heard the previous conversation, and later saw Feng Mingzhu's perseverance, and it was not difficult to see how infatuated Feng Mingzhu was with him.
For a young lady from such a noble family to be so infatuated with each other, it shows that there must have been some very romantic experiences or things that happened between the two of them that she could not have imagined.
Li Nanheng glanced at her at this time, walked in the door, put down the things in his hands, and said nothing.
Feng Ling also put down his things. Suddenly he didn't want to talk anymore and was about to walk inside.
Seeing her silent back, Li Nanheng said in a low voice: "The Li family and the Feng family are aristocratic families. Although we have known each other since we were young, I can count the number of times I have met Feng Mingzhu on my five fingers. The time we spent together since childhood was less than a few hours, not even as long as the time I spent sleeping with you in my arms last night."
Feng Ling's footsteps paused.
The man then continued in a methodical voice: "Just because she wants to marry me doesn't mean that I want to marry her. These unfounded things will have to be asked again in the future. You don't have to listen to what she says anymore. It's best not to even see her again."
Feng Ling: "... Well, I probably won't have much chance to see her again after returning to the base."
"Um."
She moved her steps, thought for a while and then said: "Boss, several old men of the Li family have said before that although the matter will not be pursued, the punishment that deserves it is still necessary. Has the higher-ups made any decisions now? ?What kind of punishment will I receive?"
"I will only get a more difficult task than Rogers Pass, not an easier one. I just have to wait patiently. Are you so anxious about being punished?"
Feng Ling didn't react for a while and asked confusedly: "Are you going to lurk in the terrorist camp and become a spy?"
The man sat on the sofa, holding the phone with his bony fingers. He glanced at the message he had just received, turned his head and glanced at her lightly: "No, you are too straightforward and not tactful enough to be a spy. This You don’t have to count on this kind of thing.”
Feng Ling inexplicably understood from his usual indifferent tone. He should already know what punishment she would face, but he didn't say it.
As long as she doesn't become a spy, everything else is fine.
At night.
Feng Ling had nothing to do, so she went to the kitchen and cooked two bowls of noodles. After all, she couldn't cook anything else, but she could still cook the noodles. Although the taste was a bit unsatisfactory, at least it was edible.
She sent the cooked noodles into the study.
Li Nanheng stood up to answer the phone at this moment. He turned around and saw her entering the study room. He also saw the bowl in her hand and motioned her to come in and put it on the table.
When Feng Ling walked in and put the bowl down, the man had already answered the phone and left.
She lowered her head and glanced at the computer and some documents on the desk, and then saw Li Nanheng's autograph under several pages of pure English documents.