Chapter 865: There Are Wind Chimes in the South and Hengmu in the North (One Hundred and Twenty-Eight)

It's just a glass of white wine, the glass is neither big nor small, about two taels.

But in just over a minute, she felt a little dizzy, her eyes blurred, and the scorching heat in her stomach seemed to rush into her brain in an instant.

She glanced at the food and wine on the table again, and felt that if she stayed with him, she would be the only one who would suffer in the end. Li Nanheng would not be fooled at all, let alone a cliché, in this case she wanted to pour him down It is more difficult than ascending to the sky.

Feng Ling didn't have the patience to fight wits with him for a while, so he raised his hand to his mouth that smelled of liquor and said, "This is the first time I drink liquor, and I don't feel comfortable with it, and my stomach feels uncomfortable. Well, I'll go back first."

He said he was about to leave.

Li Nanheng raised his stern eyebrows to look at her with a smile that was not a smile, his eyebrows were deep and deep, and the moment Feng Ling turned around and walked away two steps, he raised his hand to stop her.

But Feng Ling took a quick step back the moment the man's arm was stretched out, and looked at him in the blink of an eye. Seeing the cold smile in his eyes, he clearly didn't intend to let her go so easily, she secretly scolded herself for running away at night When the sheep came into the tiger's mouth, the moment the man was about to grab her arm, he used the close combat method he had taught him to avoid his hand in an instant, and then raised his hand to block it.

It only took two or three moves, and all Feng Ling's moves were resolved one by one. The man easily grabbed her shoulders, pressed her hard at the moment she was about to swing away, and pushed her directly on the back with a backhand push. On the side cabinet door.

His back hit the cabinet door heavily, although it was heavy, but he didn't feel much pain. Feng Ling suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the man who was suddenly oppressed. He suddenly heard the man sneer and said: "Use what I taught you to fight with me. You have been excellent in the newcomer assessment of the base for a long time. You really think you can be lawless, don't you?"

The man's eyes were indifferent, and he put one hand on her shoulder. Just such a simple movement made her unable to move any more. It seemed as if all the positions of her body were under his control. He could easily control any movement she made. It was foreseeable, and if she moved again, his strength between the shoulder and neck would increase a little, and in the end it was only her who hurt.

Feng Ling leaned against the cabinet door, didn't make any further moves, and only said in a muffled voice: "Boss, I came to you for dinner and drinks with good intentions, so I shouldn't have turned the matter into this situation."

Li Nanheng turned his gaze and looked at the dishes on the table: "The dishes are indeed carefully arranged, and the wine is not bad. I want to leave after just one drink. I seem to be so perfunctory?"

Feng Ling's stomach burned uncomfortably, and he gradually lost his patience. So what if he taught me this skill? It's not like I didn't fight for a few rounds when I really fought on the training ground.

It's just that I'm at a loss now, and I don't want to fight him.

"Let go." Her tone was also impatient.

The man looked at her coldly, his hands were still clasped on her shoulders, but he kept an arm's distance away, like a person standing outside a cage looking at the imprisoned little girl inside. The rabbit is struggling uselessly.

"Boss, I respect you as the boss. No matter what you say or do, I will regard it as a direction indicator. I even think that I am sincere and loyal to the base, and I have no second thoughts. So regarding the matter of honesty, I am absolutely Have a clear conscience." She looked at him very seriously: "Including now, I did come here to ease the relationship with you, Boss, but if you insist on being so tight, I don't guarantee that I will do anything. "

The man glanced at her coldly, and the sexiness that the white racer-shaped vest outlined his perfect body made the woman irresistible, but his face was noble and indifferent, and his voice was shallow, not high or low: "What did I force you to do?" gone?"

Maybe it wasn't forcing her.

It's just that the more guilty a person thinks about certain things, the more complicated they are, and the easier it is to fall into a deadlock and fear.

So, the problem is only with herself.

Feng Ling was silent for a moment, and suddenly he slapped the man's chest hard, and then used his elbow to separate his body with his backhand, bending down to get out from under his arm.

Li Nanheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at Feng Ling who dared to make a move. He didn't even frown. He didn't need to make any moves at all. He just grabbed her by the neckline at the back of her neck and pulled her back. Feng Ling staggered. After a while, the moment his back was leaning heavily against the cabinet door again, the man bent down and approached directly, and when she was busy sideways and was about to avoid him, he clasped her waist with one hand to prevent her from moving any more. With one hand holding her chin with his fingers, his indifferent black eyes looked at her slightly flushed cheeks from alcohol.

Because of his actions, Feng Ling raised his eyes in disbelief, his eyes met the man's gaze, his heart shook violently, and he suddenly raised his voice to remind: "Li Nanheng!"

The young man's voice was full of anger and embarrassment, but he raised his chin in an instant and had to raise his head slightly. She frowned: "It's just a glass of wine. Boss, are you drinking too much?"

Li Nanheng's eyes were darker and deeper than the night outside the window. Looking at her, and at the beautiful curve of her neckline when she lifted her chin up, the eyes were so dark that it was almost impossible to find the bottom, but the fingertips touched her chin. Gently rubbing against the smooth skin made her tense up in an instant.

"What did you call me?" The man's voice was low, whether it was because of alcohol or something, it was somewhat inexplicably hoarse.

Feng Ling wanted to stop, but she couldn't do so because of the strength of the man's fingers. Her hand was tightly pressed against the cabinet door, and then her five fingers tightened into fists.

"Boss." She withdrew her fierce expression just now, and lowered her voice a little: "I just came to get you a few bottles of wine, don't be kidding, I know I can't beat you, can you let me go back Drink some hot water? I really feel sick in my stomach."

The young man had the expression of an angry little beast just now, but he restrained himself a bit in a blink of an eye, obviously he didn't want to be head-on.

Li Nanheng looked at her calmly: "Just leave after drinking a glass of wine, what a disappointment?"

Feng Ling reluctantly twitched the corners of his lips: "My drinking capacity is so poor, if I drink too much and spit it out at your place, it will be even more disappointing. This wine is my tribute to you, Boss, for Instructor Han..."

The man snorted lukewarmly, and suddenly let go of the hand that was locked on her shoulder.

As soon as Feng Ling was free, he turned sideways and wanted to go away. Before he left, he didn't forget that he was here to ease the relationship, so he said "Thank you, boss" and left immediately.