Chapter 850: There Are Wind Chimes in the South and Hengmu in the North (113)

Feng Ling could clearly feel the changes around her, especially the icy aura emanating from the man in front of her.

Seeing Feng Ling's still calm and calm expression, Li Nanheng smiled, his thin lips were cold, and the teeth were grinding hard: "Male?"

Feng Ling looked at him without blinking: "Boss, do you really want me to be a woman?"

"No." He put his eyes on her face expressionlessly, and said lightly, "I only need an honest person."

There seemed to be something blocking him in Feng Ling's throat for a moment, and when he raised his eyes to understand his meaning through his eyes, the man had already turned around and said coldly: "It's a man, just remember yourself It's a man."

After the words fell, the man walked out without looking back.

Feng Ling stood stiffly in place, looking at the door that closed automatically.

Boss Li seemed to know how she felt.

But how could it be possible to determine her gender like this?

Is it where she showed her flaws today?

She had obviously touched the pair of silicone fake breasts just now, and they felt soft and elastic to the touch, but they were not too different from the real ones. Even if there was a difference, it was impossible to fully distinguish the difference under such circumstances.

But the look in his eyes just now...

Late at night, Feng Ling lay on the bed. He should have fallen asleep, but he suffered from insomnia. Li Nanheng's words kept echoing in his mind: "I only need an honest person."

There was even a scene where Li Nanheng rushed into the crowd and hugged the person who was almost shot in his arms in the terrorist's bar, and quickly turned around to block the bullet for her. I remembered the white gauze on his arm .

After closing her eyes for about half an hour, she suddenly opened them again. In a blink of an eye, she saw that it was already very late, and the entire XI base was completely silent.

But she couldn't sleep.

Those voices and scenes were still repeated in her mind. She sat up suddenly, picked up the soft cushion for balance training, and lay down on the ground. She persisted for about fifteen minutes, and her forehead was already sweating. He took two deep breaths, then just sat on the cushion like this, staring at the night sky outside the balcony in a daze.

Balance training is very easy to sweat, and now I have only done fifteen minutes of training, and my body is already wet and sticky.

Looking outside until her neck was a little stiff, she got up and went into the bathroom to take another brief rinse.

After washing, I didn't worry about wrapping up the chest cloth. I just stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the bathroom and looked at the naked girl in the mirror, staring at my own lips that still felt a little numb. Looking down again, she looked at her thick, slender and well-fitting body, which seemed to be well-coordinated and perfect. She didn't know what kind of figure is considered a good figure among girls. Good-looking, even good to see that whether it is long hair or short hair, it does not affect the strong girlish feeling that can hardly be concealed.

Is it because of this that Li Nanheng no longer believes her rhetoric?

Did she really expose her secret so easily?

But judging by his attitude, I don't know what's going on.

Do you really know? Or just guessing?

Feng Ling doesn't understand many human affairs, and he doesn't even understand what liking is.

It's just that she has never had gender awareness since she was a child. She has been a man for a long time, and she has never thought of being a woman again, and she doesn't seem to think that being a woman has any other meaning.

So when Li Nanheng asked her, she still answered male.

But Li Nanheng's eyes when he turned to leave were so cold and piercing, which made her feel uneasy until now, she didn't know what kind of feeling it was.

All she knew was that she had insomnia.

...

the next day.

Routine training at the base, in the sniper team training ground, five people are standing in a row doing physical fitness development.

Qiao Fei watched them do their actions one by one, and sternly demanded that everyone must reach the standard within an hour.

It rained yesterday, but today is sunny. It is probably the last hot day in autumn.

Under the sun, Li Nanheng's figure appeared in the training ground. On weekdays, Boss Li would occasionally come over to watch their training with his own eyes. Everyone got used to it, and only shouted "Boss" in unison, and continued to do the movements seriously.

Feng Ling glanced in Li Nanheng's direction, but the man's eyes didn't fall on her, he just stood there with a cold expression and watched their training without speaking.

The black uniform was very loose, and nothing could be seen on his arms, but Feng Ling knew that the gauze on his arms should be wrapped inside and covered by the clothes.

I don't know whether the injury is serious or not. She came back early last night and didn't go to the infirmary with her. She could only see Boss Li's face on the surface. The voice of flesh and blood is very clear in her ears...

She stared at the man's arm, and when Qiao Fei asked them to do the second movement, her rare movement slowed down, and Qiao Fei's eyes suddenly looked at her: "Feng Ling?"

Feng Ling came back to his senses, stood up abruptly, turned around with a solemn expression and continued with the others, without looking in that direction again.

Qiao Fei glanced at Li Nanheng's direction in a blink of an eye, seeing that Boss Li's expression was normal, she thought for a while, didn't say anything, went forward and continued to lead them to do the movements, and when she got behind Feng Ling, she raised her outstretched arm and lifted it up. He raised his head and said in a low voice, "Why is your complexion so bad? You are in a bad state today."

Feng Ling's serious eyes remained unchanged, and he replied in a low voice: "I didn't sleep well last night."

Qiao Fei glanced at her again, and sure enough, there were a little dark circles under her eyes, which were not very heavy. It could be seen that Feng Ling, who usually never stays up late, must have really stayed up almost all night last night.

Seeing her listless but still insisting on training, Qiao Fei turned around and went to the other people. After about ten minutes, she said, "Okay, rest for half an hour, and continue in half an hour."

Ah K looked strange: "Didn't you say that you must reach the standard posture within an hour? Today's morning training has just been taken to rest? Is it Chinese New Year or something good? When did the training schedule in the base become so humane?"

Qiao Fei squinted at him: "You can continue to practice if you don't want to take a break. I will check and accept your results within an hour."

Ah K immediately put down his stretched arm: "No, rest if you say rest, Brother Qiao, you can't go back on your word!"

Qiao Fei glanced at him again, then looked in Feng Ling's direction, and saw that she had put down her arms when she heard that she was going to rest, turned around and walked to the bench next to her that she usually used to rest and sit down.

It was rare to see that Feng Ling was in a bad state in the base and on the training ground. Qiao Fei was about to walk over, but when she lifted her foot, she was suddenly blocked by a tall figure next to her.