Chapter 816: There Are Wind Chimes in the South and Hengmu in the North (Seventy-Nine)

At this moment, Li Nanheng gave full play to his instinct of succinctness, he could say two words, and he would never say a third word.

Obviously he proposed to come out to eat, but he came so casually, how did Feng Ling, who had never eaten these things, answer the words?

She didn't even know how to choose.

Feng Ling turned his head and traced his indifferent face, his head was really big, the two walked side by side for a while, the man didn't say a word, he only occasionally looked at the various stalls on the side of the road, and didn't say much.

Ask someone out to go shopping in the snack street, and then just let others stand by to fend for themselves?

Is this the so-called straight male cancer who can't be romantic or coaxing?

If he had known this was the case, Feng Ling wouldn't have run down from the hospital in the middle of the night to visit some snack street.

But Boss Li offered to propose, and she didn't even have time to nod, so how could she refuse?

Feng Ling tried hard to search for topics: "Boss, usually after every member of the base is injured, will you come to the hospital to visit in person like this?"

"meeting."

"Then it will stay in the same ward with the injured members?"

Li Nanheng glanced at her: "Just say what you want to say, you don't need to beat me around."

Feng Ling: "..."

It was so easily seen through.

Nan Heng glanced at her face, and added another sentence in a lukewarm manner: "After all, I am the person in charge of the base, and I am also the captain of all the training teams. Apart from missions and training, I don't usually have much contact with the members. , In the case of being injured during a mission, if I don’t show up to visit and express the importance the base attaches to every member, that would be too much.”

It seemed that even visiting her in the hospital was just fulfilling a duty, and there was no intention of caring about her at all.

He is obviously a person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, but he insists on saying that he is so difficult to get in touch with, and that he is so ruthless.

The soft short hair on Feng Ling's head that was blown by the night wind was flying around, and she brushed the broken hair around her ears a little annoyed, and suddenly seemed to remember something, then turned her head and asked him: "Boss, there is a barber shop nearby. Is it?"

Li Nanheng paused,

Looking at her: "What are you doing at the barber shop?"

"Cut your hair, I think my hair still looks a little longer, and it's just right to cut it into the short length of Ah K and Tam." She pointed to her short hair that was soft and sticking to her forehead: "The ones in the base The hairdresser always said that my hair is very good. It’s a pity to shave it short. It’s hard for me to keep this hairstyle. Can you look a little tougher than before?"

This guy is going to shave his hair?

Li Nanheng looked at her calmly.

Although the boy's hair is short, it looks at least gentle, and it makes people feel extra soft.

Try to imagine if Feng Ling's hairstyle becomes short...

What I have to admit is that even if Feng Ling becomes short, it will still look good, but I am used to looking at it like this. If I suddenly change my hairstyle, some things will not feel right.

Li Nanheng couldn't tell what it was like, but he really didn't want her hair to be so short.

And now this length is also a very normal length. Even if the fluffy hair is rubbed on the top of this guy's head, it will feel very comfortable. If it is short, it will probably hurt his hands.

When Feng Ling first arrived at the base when she was thirteen years old, her hair was very short. Later, the barber at the base trimmed her hair like this, and it has been kept for such a long time since then.

Li Nanheng couldn't tell what he was thinking in his heart at the moment, but he quickly glanced at a small barbershop not far away, but said flatly, "There is none nearby."

Feng Ling paused: "Then where do you usually go to get your hair cut, Boss? Are they all cut by the barbers in the base?"

"There are so many men in the base, how can it be so troublesome? Buy a pusher and push it yourself." He opened his eyes coldly and said nonsense.

Feng Ling dubiously looked at his short but at least natural and handsome hairstyle: "Is this the hairstyle you promoted yourself, Boss?"

Li Nanheng didn't bother to answer, and when he passed the barber shop in front, he deliberately led her across the long street from the direction of the crowd on the other side, without approaching the barber shop.

He didn't answer, and Feng Ling didn't insist on asking, but thinking about it, Ah K's hairstyle is indeed similar to that of other brothers in the base. It turned out that everyone pushed it by themselves, no wonder they didn't have any creativity, that's it. They have short hair or short hair, but after looking at it for a long time, they feel very neat, and the haircut of the short hair is really a test of appearance. Facts have proved that all the people in the base are long and not bad.

Passing by the barber shop, after confirming that Feng Ling would not see it, Nan Heng continued walking in silence.

Feng Ling is not stupid. After walking for a while, he felt that something was wrong. He turned his head and glanced at the crowd behind him: "Why did you pass by the barbecue stall over there? Boss, don't you want to try it?"

Li Nanheng: "Chinese barbecue is terrible. I'm not interested. If I want to eat, I can eat other things, even barbecue."

"Is barbecue bad? But I've heard that it's delicious, especially..."

"Very unpalatable."

Feng Ling: "..."

Why do you feel inexplicably that the boss's words seem to be ignorant of his conscience.

She didn't doubt anything else, thinking that maybe the boss just doesn't like things like barbecue.

She said she was here to visit the snack street, but Li Nanheng still didn't allow Feng Ling to eat at the roadside stalls, especially those that were smoking, and took her around. Feng Ling knew it was because he still needed to make fog To clear the lungs, these smokes cannot be smelled.

A noodle shop is right in front of you, and it is a large chain brand of stretched noodles that has been handed down from China.

Li Nanheng said: "I didn't have a lot of training and activities during the recovery period, and it's not easy to digest lying in the hospital, so eat some easy-to-digest pasta."

After speaking, the man put it in first.

After walking a few steps, thinking that Feng Ling usually likes to eat noodles in the cafeteria of the base, he simply turned around and directly grabbed her wrist and pulled her in.

The boy's wrist was incredibly slender. It was a hand with strength to hold the spear, but it was so slender.

Nanheng restrained Gu Qianwang who wanted to grab her sleeve to see how thin it was inside, without saying much, he directly took Feng Ling to a quieter place inside and sat down.

Because there are a lot of people in this shop, it is full, and it is difficult to find a seat, but they are lucky, just got up, and the seat in the corner near the back door and window just happened to be eaten by someone, and it was vacant, so they went directly to sit. Down.

When Feng Ling sat down, he glanced at the snack street outside again: "Aren't you going to eat outside?"