The First Thousand and Forty Chapters: There Are Wind Chimes in the South, and Hengmu in the North (Three Hundred and Three)

Only then did Feng Ling realize what he was doing just now.

She cooks breakfast in his kitchen?

Also made it for two.

She put down the plate in her hand suddenly, turned around and walked out.

Seeing her sudden change of expression, Li Nanheng raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

"If you want to eat, you can eat by yourself. I'm not hungry. It's almost time. I'll call a lock picker to come over and help me unlock the door of the house." She said and walked out.

"Go after breakfast."

"Don't eat."

Li Nanheng didn't speak, but his men had already grabbed her by the shoulders and brought her back from the kitchen door. When Feng Ling suddenly turned to look at him impatiently because of his men's movements and strength, the man just said: " There’s no rush to leave after dinner, I’ll call someone to come and unlock the lock, and you don’t have to go downstairs to find security.”

Feng Ling glanced at his cell phone not far away.

It was true that she did not bring her mobile phone with her when she left the room last night. Now that she is looking for the security guards, she doesn't know how efficient they are, and whether they can find a reliable lockpicker.

She glanced at the time: "It's time to find someone now."

"You go and sit at the dining table, and I'll make a phone call." Li Nanheng said as he patted her on the back: "Go and have breakfast with peace of mind, there is no way you can't eat the breakfast you made yourself, and you have made so much , How can I eat it all by myself? I don’t remember that you are the kind of person who likes to waste food. Why, living outside for the past two years is too free and bloated? Will the prepared breakfast be wasted? "

Feng Ling didn't recover from his words for a while, and when she recovered, she had already been pushed to the edge of the dining table by the man.

She looked at the breakfasts brought by the man on the table in a short while, those breakfasts that she cooked herself, she was silent for a while, picked up the tableware and directly picked up a fried golden and perfect egg and put it in front of her I took a bite out of my plate.

Li Nanheng first picked up his mobile phone to make a call, came back less than three minutes later, pulled the seat across from the dining table and sat down, picked up the tableware and said lightly at the same time: "I have already contacted someone, and I will be back within half an hour." Hurry up and eat in peace first."

While biting the fried egg, Feng Ling looked at the breakfasts at his hand. He didn't expect that he would cook so much just now without knowing it.

Obviously in the past two years, although she had to finally learn how to cook and eat, in fact, she still cooks very little. I really can't imagine that a person like myself who is very disgusted with the kitchen will one day use such calm and patient I made a breakfast with my mentality, and it was very rich and complicated.

What was she thinking at that time?

The breakfast was indeed cooked by her and was delicious, but no matter how Li Nanheng praised him vaguely, Feng Ling just sat there pretending not to hear him, neither looked up nor looked at him until the breakfast was just finished. A few minutes later, the lockpickers arrived.

Hearing that the person had arrived, Feng Ling immediately got up and walked out as if he was liberated. He opened the door and went out without looking back.

Li Nanheng hired a lock-picking company that cooperates with the police station in Boston. The speed is very fast and neat. Ask the reason why the door is locked and make sure that her mobile phone and her information are in the After entering the room, the door was opened within a few minutes, and the lock on the door was still intact.

Feng Ling originally wanted to pay before they left, but their people waved their hands in fright and said, "We can't accept this money. Although unlocking is a paid labor, Mr. Li specially called today. The police station, the leader of the police station specially sent us here, it can be seen that this lady must have an unusual identity, we dare not accept money from Mr. Li’s friend, we just opened the lock..."

Seeing that they were really unwilling to accept, Feng Ling didn't force him anymore, he just chatted with them for a while and then sent them away.

Until those people had all left, she was closing the door, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the door next door that had been closed at this time.

Last night was not really a good time together, at least when he listened to her and went to the bedroom to rest, she was on the sofa all the time, at least when she woke up, he was in the kitchen again, nothing happened, let alone ambiguity, even There was never a conversation that seemed a little warmer.

Anyway, his injuries are not too serious.

Forget it, the medicine was applied for him, and she thanked her, so there was nothing to continue talking about.

Feng Ling directly closed the door.

Today happened to be the weekend, and there was no class until after two o'clock in the afternoon on the weekend. The first few hours were equal to her vacation time.

Feng Ling originally wanted to catch up on sleep in the morning, but he couldn't fall asleep, so he just did a two-minute balance support on the carpet in the living room, until his flesh and bones seemed to be exhausted, and then he lay down weakly. On the ground, she let the sweat drip down from her forehead. After a long delay, she stood up from the ground, picked up the towel and went directly into the bathroom.

...

After one o'clock in the afternoon.

Feng Ling changed into the clothes he usually wore when he went to the Budokan, and didn't call Li Nanheng. After all, he was injured, and this injury was caused by her. If he didn't come when the class time came, it would be a big deal for her. Get him a vacation with his boss.

Just as he was thinking, Feng Ling stood in the elevator and looked up at the numbers that were slowly descending.

When the elevator reached the first floor, just as it was about to go out, a man and a woman walked in front of them, two people who looked about 30 years old.

Feng Ling didn't look back at them at first, stepped out of the elevator, stepped on the flat sneakers under her feet, and was about to leave, calm and harmless, as if she was not the same person as Feng Ling, the outstanding member of the sniper team at the xi base.

When the two of them walked into the elevator, they just glanced at her casually, and then stood at the back of the elevator. The man among them pressed the elevator. The wall in the elevator was made of mirrors. , Feng Ling felt that something was wrong outside, and he couldn't tell what was wrong. He subconsciously turned his head, and from the corner of his eye, before the elevator door closed, he saw the reflection on the mirror wall inside. red numbers.

Why is it the floor where she and Li Nanheng lived?

This apartment is a structure with two households on one floor, and there are only two households on each floor. The two people look very raw, and they have Chinese skin, but their eyes seem to be a little bit fierce, although the expression is not obvious , but what is hidden in a person's inner being can be felt with Feng Ling's sensitivity.

These two people are very dangerous!

The moment Feng Ling's footsteps stopped outside the elevator door, she suddenly turned her head, and in the gap between the last door before the elevator door closed and the door, she saw some kind of special gun protruding from under the clothes of the two men. A corner of the outline of the handle—

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