Chapter 1070: There Are Wind Chimes in the South, and Hengmu in the North (Three Hundred and Thirty-Three)

A wave of frenzy surged through Feng Ling's heart, and he once again looked at the closed door in front of him.

But the door was still closed, as if it confirmed what she had said and what he had said.

Nothing ever happened, never loved, never existed.

Even though he was prepared in his heart, Feng Ling looked down at the document in his hand, thinking that he had been waiting for him for so many days, he went forward and knocked on the door.

After knocking a few times, she put down her hand. After waiting for a while, there was a moment of silence inside, and no one came to open the door.

After waiting for another two minutes, she raised her hand and knocked a few more times.

After repeating this for about a few minutes, the door finally opened.

The man stood in the door, had already taken off the jacket of the battle uniform just now, and stood inside wearing only a black short-sleeved T-shirt. He was still the same, looking at her lightly, unlike the one who looked at her with warm and fiery eyes. That person of hers was the unsmiling Devil Boss Li who was known by others, without any trace of a smile, and his eyes were so pale that no trace of extraneous emotion could be found.

The man put one hand in his trouser pocket, even in a relaxed state, the lines of his arms vaguely outline the contours of his muscles.

Under his gaze, Feng Ling felt like a duckweed on the sea, unable to control himself, a heart that thought to be calm suddenly had ups and downs, and there was nowhere to go.

She told herself, just sign and leave, go far away, to Haicheng.

Whether he loves her or hates her now, let go of the old grievances for now, the most important thing right now is to get him to sign and let him leave smoothly.

But a heart still inevitably sank under his indifferent gaze.

Feng Ling directly raised the document in his hand, and held it in front of his eyes: "Boss, I want to go to Haicheng, and sign for me."

The documents in front of him blocked his face, and successfully blocked hers.

However, the man didn't respond. After holding it up for a while, Feng Ling put down the document and raised his eyes to meet his.

Then she suddenly speculated, could it be the serious injury nine months ago, or something happened to him in recent months? Facial paralysis?

Is it love, hate, anger or resentment, just say it directly, what does it mean to be so lukewarm?

Feng Ling held the document in his hand,

Looking directly at him: "Li..."

"Senior officials from the military will arrive at the base in half an hour. I need to take a shower now. If you want to wait, just wait outside and don't knock on the door." He moved his face away and closed the door again.

Feng Ling, who was almost slapped on the nose by the door panel: "..."

She withdrew her gaze, stepped back a few steps, and continued to stand back to her previous position to wait.

Since the military personnel will arrive in half an hour, his bath will not take too long, and it's the same when he comes out. No matter how indifferent his attitude is, she can just get the signature.

Not long after, Li Nanheng came out after changing his clothes. The man's hair was short and dried quickly, but when he came out, he carried the fragrance of shower gel on his body. Feng Ling stepped forward and handed the document to him again.

Li Nanheng looked at the things she handed over and her hand that suddenly turned sideways as if trying to block his way, his eyes were not sharp and indifferent, when Feng Ling looked at him, his heart that had just stabilized began to feel anxious again.

She didn't quite understand why she was having such ups and downs in her heart?

"I just want you to sign." Feng Ling looked at him and said.

"Sign it?" The next second, Li Nanheng asked blankly, his eyes swept over her two hands at the same time: "Have you brought a pen?"

Feng Ling was taken aback, she seemed to have only come out with documents, and really didn't bring a pen.

"Don't you have a pen in your room?"

"I'm in a hurry to meet senior military officials. I have something important to discuss. The person has already arrived. Do you think I will waste my time signing with you here? Or will I waste my time and go back and open the door to help you find a pen?"

"Just a minute or two..."

The man stopped looking at her and walked directly towards the stairs.

Feng Ling looked at the man's indifferent back, and quickly followed him: "Li Nanheng, let's talk."

The man kept walking and had no intention of talking.

She followed his pace and walked out, saying as she walked: "I didn't plan to come back here after I left the xi base. I know I can come back now, and the face I lost at the beginning has been recovered. , You must have helped me a lot in this, but I have already left, and there is no need to come back, so forcing me in like this will make it difficult for all parties. I really want to work with Mr. Mo, and Mrs. Mo needs someone to protect her, I..."

The man's footsteps stopped suddenly, and she also stopped in time to avoid bumping into his back.

Li Nanheng looked back, glanced at her lightly, and said coldly: "It's up to me whether to do it or not, and up to you whether to go back or not. No one will force you to go or stay, it's up to you."

The four words "to go or to stay" came out of his mouth. It sounded flat and unwavering, but it seemed to weigh a thousand evenly. It made Feng Ling's heart fluctuate instantly, and it was difficult to calm down.

Feng Ling stood there looking at him, but the man didn't stay any longer and just left.

After standing for a while, she looked at his back and saw that he was indeed walking in the direction of the base meeting room. She glanced at the time again, and it was true that there was no further delay.

Feng Ling lowered his head, looked at the document in his hand that hadn't been signed, and then looked at the man's indifferent and arrogant back, remembering the gaze that fell directly on his face when he said that he was free to go or stay.

Feng Ling didn't know why he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his throat, and a corner of his heart suddenly exploded.

The strange situation in the past nine months made her almost forget that Li Nanheng had never planned to see her again when he was in the hospital.

Unexpectedly, when he returned to the xi base and met again, he really didn't want to see her.

That expression, that tone of voice, that look in the eyes.

Indifference tinged with disgust.

Han Jin saw this scene not far away, and didn't come over until Li Nanheng was far away. He looked at the things in Feng Ling's hand, and then at Feng Ling, who seemed to be standing there in a bad situation: " Boss is really busy today, or you will look for him tomorrow?"

Feng Ling was silent for a moment, then twitched the corners of his mouth: "It's okay, when can he finish talking with the military? I'll wait for him here."

"Are you in such a hurry to go to Haicheng? Is it uncomfortable to stay in the base for one more day?"

"No, I think it's necessary to talk to him."

"What are you talking about?" Han Jin glanced at her nonchalantly: "Didn't you stop talking when you were in the jungle in Boston nine months ago? Do you think Boss Li will talk to you?"

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