Chapter 1018: There Are Wind Chimes in the South and Hengmu in the North (Two Hundred and Eighty-One)

Feng Ling's voice was nasal when he had a cold: "You think too much of yourself, why am I not going to work just to avoid you? People like me who never take sick leave, As for what?"

"It's because of this that I specifically asked the head coach for your address, so come and have a look." Chen Beiqing didn't feel hurt by her straightforward reply. A ginger soup bought from outside held it up: "Drink some ginger soup when you have a cold. When I was in China, every time I had a bad cold, my aunt at home would force me to drink this stuff. A cold can really do a good job."

Feng Ling glanced at it, then reached out to take it: "Okay, thank you, I'll keep Jiang Tang, you can go back."

Chen Beiqing never dared to think about being able to enter her place at all, but he heard that the meaning of chasing guests was strong, so he raised his eyebrows: "Why can I eat you or what? I can't beat you in the first place, thin A dead camel is bigger than a horse, even if it catches a cold, it can't beat you, what are you afraid of?"

"It's not that I'm afraid. I'm a coach, and you're a student. You still have to observe the changed etiquette." Feng Ling said calmly, "Is there anything else? It's okay, I'll close the door."

Chen Beiqing glanced at her again: "Have you eaten in the past two days?"

"Eat." Feng Ling lied.

She looks so pale now, she was already sick, and she couldn't tell whether she ate or not, but seeing her attitude of not wanting him to come in at all, Chen Beiqing nodded: "That's all right, for more than a year, It's the first time you've accepted something I gave you, even if it's just a bowl of ginger soup bought from a restaurant, you've accepted it anyway, I'll keep working hard, and one day you'll fall in love with me."

Feng Ling: "You think too much"

"Have a good rest, I'm leaving." Chen Beiqing smiled at her showing his beautiful white teeth, waved his hand, and turned to walk towards the elevator.

Until he got into the elevator, Feng Ling was about to close the door, when she suddenly heard the door next door, which was said to be under renovation two days ago, suddenly opened. He paused in his footsteps, then turned his eyes abruptly.

Li Nanheng, who was unlikely to appear here again, was standing in the door next door, pushing the door with one hand and holding his coat in the other, as if he was about to go out, but his eyes stayed on the bowl of ginger soup she was holding in her arms : "Have a cold?"

Feng Ling looked at him in disbelief, and then looked at the door next door, remembering that day he said that the next door was being renovated, but there was actually the sound of an electric drill drilling the wall next door.

Feng Ling: ""

So she has never seen what the neighbor next door looks like,

I only know that she seems to be a very old aunt. Could it be that the house changed hands in just a few days? Or did Li Nanheng rent this house?

Otherwise, how could he appear next door, and obviously he has lived here for the past two days, separated from her bedroom by only one wall, and never left at all!

He invited him to do the decoration work that day?

When Li Nanheng walked over, Feng Ling came back to his senses suddenly, and looked at him again: "What are you doing here?"

"What do you think I'm doing? I've been looking for someone for two years, and I can't let you just say you're missing." Li Nanheng raised his hand and took the ginger soup in her hand directly: "The anti-reverse thing I taught you in the base The investigative methods have been used against me in the past two years, and you are so good at using the spear to attack the shield, what else can I do besides guarding the place closest to you?"

Feng Ling didn't know if it was because she had a cold, and her reaction was a little slow. When she recovered from his words, the man had already entered the kitchen of her home with the bowl of ginger soup.

She hurried in, only to see Li Nanheng turn on the fire on the natural gas stove: "This ginger soup is not hot enough, drink it after heating, how could you suddenly catch a cold? I haven't seen you out for two days, I thought you were on vacation, I should have known You are sick, and it is impossible for such a brat to deliver ginger soup to your door."

Hearing the unease and forbearance in the man's tone, Feng Ling suddenly realized that Li Nanheng seemed to have changed, but he couldn't tell what had changed, and it didn't seem to have changed.

It's just that he is domineering, but he suddenly has a sense of proportion, and will not force her to do anything when she doesn't have any thoughts about him, and even keeps a distance from his married status.

Or it could be said that he had something to be afraid of, so when it came to dealing with her, he stopped being so straightforward, but treated her carefully, for fear that he would really set her on fire, and she would completely disappear again.

I can't tell what kind of feeling this is. In short, looking at the man who was heating ginger soup for her, Feng Ling raised his hand and touched his forehead, not wanting to speak.

Others have already moved to the next door, and if she still says to drive him away, it is a joke, the longest distance is only a few meters, and the person is still next door.

Neuropathy.

I really want to say something.

But now she doesn't have enough physical strength or energy to fight this man, so she didn't speak at all, just sat on the sofa like this, wrapped in a blanket and coughed a few more times.

A few minutes later, the man took out the heated ginger soup and put it on the coffee table in front of her: "Drink."

Feng Ling coughed again, and looked up at him: "Did you rent or buy the house next door?"

"What's the difference?"

""

That's right, if he wants to live forever, whether it's renting or buying, he has a way to do it.

After all, he is the youngest of the Li family, power and money are not a problem, unlike the ants and ants in the world she has seen in the past two years.

She picked up the bowl and put it to her mouth, and the man reminded: "Be careful of burning."

She stopped holding the bowl for a moment, lowered her head and blew on the edge of the bowl.

"What does the kid who brought you ginger soup have anything to do with you?" Li Nanheng stood opposite her, looking at her holding a bowl and wrapped in a blanket, asked in a deep voice.

While blowing, Feng Ling replied in a nasal voice, "It's my student."

She didn't need to explain too much about herself. Since Li Nanheng found her, he must have checked the places where she had worked in the past two years, the people she had contacted, and everything that could be found. Her current identity and He must be very clear about the work.

"Student, the male student who came to give you ginger soup?" The man's voice was low and cold.

Feng Ling took a sip of the ginger soup and frowned. It was indeed very difficult to drink.

It was terrible, hot and spicy, but it was undeniable that this stuff seemed to make her feel a lot warmer after being cold for two days.