Chapter 1039: There Are Wind Chimes in the South and Hengmu in the North (Three Hundred and Two)

Li Nanheng didn't move at all, and still sat there: "Well, then I will accompany you here."

Feng Ling glanced at him: "Didn't you hear the point?"

"What?"

"I said I wanted to be alone."

Li Nanheng looked at her for a while, then seemed a little embarrassed, coughed, picked up the clothes on the sofa and put them on slowly, it seemed that his back really hurt, and when he put on the sleeves, he didn't take them off as fast as before. Neatly, after a couple of twitches of his arms, seeing that Feng Ling had no intention of coming over to help him get dressed, he finally put on the clothes himself.

"The thin blanket on the sofa can be covered. If it is not warm enough, there is a bed and a quilt in the next room." Li Nanheng stood up, after all, he knew that Feng Ling had no patience with him now, and it was absolutely useless for him to take the previous forceful offensive method , you can only take your time, and you can't rush at all.

Feng Ling didn't reply, but after he got up, he picked up the thin blanket on the sofa, folded it and put it aside, as if she couldn't cover what he had covered.

Li Nanheng felt a breath stuck in his chest, looked at her, then raised his hand and moved his arm gently, after pulling the injury on his back, his face turned pale again.

Feng Ling glanced at him: "If you're injured, don't go to rest. What are you doing next to me? If you don't mind me being here, I'll go out now. It doesn't matter if I stand in the corridor for a few hours."

Do you want to stay longer?

Li Nanheng looked at her in a muffled voice, and wanted to speak, but Feng Ling directly withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at him.

... Really. He. Damn, Li Nanheng has never met such a difficult person in his life, and he is still a woman.

"Rest early." After the man finished speaking, he stopped waving his arms in front of her, and turned back directly to the bedroom.

The living room was quiet again, and the strong smell that only belonged to him on the man's body was finally far away. Only then did Feng Ling feel that she could take a deep breath. After sitting on the sofa for a while, she reclined directly on the sofa superior.

Although the surrounding environment and the living room seemed unfamiliar, she didn't seem particularly uncomfortable. The effects of the medicine hadn't completely dissipated. In fact, her head was still hurting. She just lay there for a while, looking at the simple decoration. In the clean living room, I looked at the snow-white walls again. In my mind, she was suddenly woken up in that car, and she rolled down from the back seat. After waking up, she saw Li Nanheng pulling open the deformed car door and jumping in. that scene.

No matter how long you close your eyes,

The scene in my mind just can't be erased.

Finally, Feng Ling turned over on the sofa and forced his head into the corner of the sofa.

...

The next day, early in the morning.

Feng Ling didn't know how long he slept. Anyway, last night he had insomnia at first, and then he fell asleep in a daze, but he still had a lot of dreams after all.

I haven't had so many dreams in a long time.

It wasn't until dawn that he finally slept soundly.

There seemed to be a faint smell of food floating in the air. It was very light and somewhat strange. It was strange, but it was really strange.

Because of these smells, she had to open her eyes, saw that it was dawn, and looked at the kitchen door in the direction of the smell. From the angle of the sofa, she could only see a corner of the man's back protruding.

Feng Ling looked in that direction suspiciously, got up and walked over, and when he reached the kitchen door, he saw a certain injured person who had just been hit with a stick yesterday standing in the kitchen breaking two eggs and putting them on a plate , and then use chopsticks to stir the eggs there awkwardly.

It wasn't until she saw the man turn on the rice cooker next to her that she saw that porridge was cooked in it, but the water in the porridge seemed to be too little, and it was very dry, as dry as if you accidentally put too much water in the rice cooker .

Seeing the action of the man pouring the eggs into the frying pan again, Feng Ling couldn't stand it anymore, and walked over: "What are you doing?"

The man flipped the ugly-looking omelette in the pan with his chopsticks, and glanced sideways at her: "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Feng Ling looked at the horrific eggs in the pot: "It smells a little strange, get up and have a look."

"Strange smell?"

Feng Ling glanced at the contents of his pot again: "What else is there besides oil?"

"I put some honey, doesn't it mean that girls like to eat sweets? I made my own honey omelette."

Feng Ling: "..."

I knew that Young Master Li was good at everything, but he really couldn't do cooking. When she lived in his apartment, she had eaten the food he cooked himself several times. How should I put it? Even if it's cooked, it won't ruin your stomach, but it tastes terrible, so terrible that other than people like her who grew up in a pack of wolves, it should be difficult for others to swallow it.

But I didn't expect that after more than two years, I didn't have any strength at all.

"You want to make breakfast?" Feng Ling asked.

Li Nanheng gave her a "does it look like I'm cooking dinner?" look.

Feng Ling pursed his lips, and suddenly reached out to take the frying pan in his hand: "Get out of the way, don't block it."

Seeing Feng Ling's attitude that seemed to be showing off in the kitchen, Li Nanheng stepped aside very consciously.

After getting out of the way, in a blink of an eye, Feng Ling skillfully poured out the unedible eggs in the pot, scrubbed the inside of the pot, put it on the stove again, poured some water into it, and beat She put two eggs in, and after a minute or two, she put two perfectly poached eggs on the side plate.

Looking at the two golden poached eggs, Li Nanheng glanced at Feng Ling's hand again, and then watched her skillfully add boiling water to the rice in the rice cooker to cook.

"Your cooking skills were average before, where did you learn it now?"

Feng Ling continued to do his own business, without looking back at him, he replied indifferently: "I'm not a young master like you, even if you leave the base, there will be people who come to take care of your food and daily life every day, and I can't eat takeaway every day , Two years is enough for me to learn how to cook something, isn’t it strange?”

Li Nanheng saw that her movements were indeed more proficient than when she was cooking two years ago. Standing aside, watching her movements, the corners of her mouth inadvertently hooked up.

It's just because Feng Ling really can't stand his way of cooking, the food is obviously not delicious, and he still has injuries, so what the hell are he doing in the kitchen early in the morning?

Originally, she didn't say she wanted to have breakfast with him, so would she eat it if he did? And it looks so unpalatable.

She tidied up the things in the kitchen, and made some other ingredients. After preparing a few good breakfasts, she was about to take the plates to the dining table outside, when she turned around, she suddenly saw a man watching her all the time , Feng Ling's movements stopped abruptly, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the man looking at her, as if he was looking at a little daughter-in-law.

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