Chapter 955: There Are Wind Chimes in the South and Hengmu in the North (Two Hundred and Eighteen)

.. The warm wind is not as deep as your love

"Did I tell you, don't come to me again if you have nothing to do?" Li Nanheng's voice sounded from behind, with a cold and clearly audible alienation.

Feng Mingzhu's eyes moved away from Feng Ling, and then turned to look at Li Nanheng: "Nanheng, my father and grandpa want to see you."

What she had waited for so long was nothing. She really couldn't accept such a result. Even if she brought in reinforcements, she couldn't just give up.

However, the only response to her was the man's emotionless two words: "No see."

Feng Mingzhu looked at him in disbelief: "You have repeatedly rejected the Feng family, and you have pushed me so far away with the excuse of my sister's clothes, and now they just want to have a meal with you. Commander Fang was killed, and the Feng family has recently been involved, so you can't do this."

Li Nanheng's eyes were cold without any hesitation: "Tell them to go directly to the Li family to find those old men if they have something to do. With the old man of the Li family here, do I still need to come forward?"

"Can……"

Li Nanheng turned around, picked up the packed things 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 sun. Feng Mingzhu was standing on this side, looking back at him, only to see the gentlemanly man holding Feng Ling's hand naturally. Less stuff that looks like a booty after a day out.

They were obviously two men, but they seemed inexplicably dazzling to Feng Mingzhu.

Such a petite appearance, and being treated like this by Li Nanheng...

What the hell is this?

Is he a man or a woman?

At this moment, Feng Mingzhu had to think of the stories about Hua Mulan and women disguised as men that she heard from her grandfather when she was a child. Although the stories were just stories, anything could happen in this vast world.

Either this Feng Ling is actually a woman, or Li Nanheng likes men.

But Li Nanheng didn't seem to have any problems with his sexual orientation, the biggest possibility 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 had already walked some distance, entered the apartment building, and then walked into the elevator.

It was quiet in the elevator, Feng Ling looked at the things in his hands, and then at the constantly changing numbers on the elevator, as if in a trance.

The man's deep voice broke the almost rigid silence: "Are you unhappy?"

Feng Ling came back to his senses, withdrew his gaze, and said in a low voice, "No."

He stated lightly: "You don't like Feng Mingzhu."

She suddenly looked at him with some amusement: "Should I like her?"

"Whether you like her or not has nothing to do with me, but there are always some reasons to hate someone."

Li Nanheng is a not-so-serious man, he doesn't care much about Feng Mingzhu's affairs, and he doesn't like having women complaining in his ears about endless things.

But Feng Ling is so quiet, doesn't say anything, doesn't explain anything, never complains, and he doesn't like it very much. He would rather she could talk to him about her thoughts occasionally, why can't she learn what other women do? Long-winded and talkative.

Feng Ling didn't explain, and continued to watch the changing numbers on the elevator in silence.

She really wants to ask something about Feng Mingzhu, for example, if she and Li Nanheng are not a fiancée, why does Feng Mingzhu go around saying that she is his fiancée, and at least she is also the eldest lady of the Feng family? If there is no reason, she definitely won't This is how to spread rumors out of nothing.

But even if you want to ask, you don't know how to ask.

When the elevator stopped on the tenth floor, the two walked out, Li Nanheng went to open the door, Feng Ling walked behind him, thought for a while, and asked the simplest question: "Boss, have you known Miss Feng for a long time?"

"Well, I saw it when I was a child."

"It seems that she really likes you."

She had also heard the previous conversations, and seeing Feng Mingzhu's perseverance later on, it was not hard to see how infatuated Feng Mingzhu was with him.

For a lady from such a family to be so infatuated, it can be seen that there must have been some romantic or unexpected experiences and things between the two of them.

Li Nanheng glanced at her at this moment, walked in the door, put down the things in his hands, and did not speak.

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 very young, the number of times I have met Feng Mingzhu can be counted on five fingers. The time we spent together from childhood to adulthood was less than a few hours, and it was not as long as sleeping with you in my arms last night."

Feng Ling's footsteps stopped.

The man continued with an orderly voice: "She wants to marry me, but it doesn't mean I want to marry. I will ask you about these out-of-the-box things in the future. You don't have to listen to what she says. It's best not to even see her again."

Feng Ling: "...Well, after returning to the base, I don't think we will have a chance to see her again."

"Um."

She moved her footsteps, thought for a while and said, "Boss, the old men of the Li family said before that although that matter will not be pursued, the punishment that should be received is still essential. Have any decisions been made now? ? What kind of punishment do I have to receive?"

"You will only get a more difficult task than Rogers Pass, and it will not be easier. Just wait patiently, and you are so anxious to be punished?"

Feng Ling didn't react for a while, and asked ignorantly: "Are you going to lurk in the camp of terrorists as a spy?"

The man sat on the sofa, holding the phone with his knuckle fingers, glanced at the news just received on it, and turned his head to glance at her lightly: "No, you are too straightforward and not smooth enough to be a spy. You don't have to count on that kind of thing."

Feng Ling inexplicably understood from his usual indifferent tone, he should have known what punishment she would face, but he didn't say anything.

As long as she is not asked to be a spy, everything else is fine.

into the night.

Feng Ling had nothing to do, so she went to the kitchen to cook two bowls of noodles. After all, she didn't know how to cook anything else, but the noodles could still be cooked. Although the taste wasn't satisfactory, at least they were still edible.

She sent the cooked noodles to the study.

Li Nanheng just got up to answer the phone at this moment, turned around and saw her entering the study, and saw the bowl in her hand, and motioned her to come in and put it on the table with his eyes.

Feng Ling walked in, and when he put down the bowl, the man had already picked up the phone and left.

She looked down at the computer and some documents on the desk, and then saw Li Nanheng's autograph on the bottom of a few pages of plain English documents.

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