Chapter 864: There Are Wind Chimes in the South and Hengmu in the North (One Hundred and Twenty-Seven)

Feng Ling put the two plastic bags on the table in his room, and then started picking things out, reporting to him while taking them out.

"This is Aunt Jieli's specialty dish in the cafeteria of the base. I went to pack a special dish, and this is the fried chicken made by Uncle Han."

"By the way, and this, I brought it to you from Aunt Jieli. She said that although you don't go to the cafeteria often, boss, you will eat this every time you go, so I brought it for you, she said This kind of stewed meat was learned from a chef in northern China a few years ago, and it is rare to have such an authentic taste in Los Angeles..."

"And steak!"

...

At the end of the report, Feng Ling satisfactorily arranged the lunch boxes on the table one by one, took out the bottles of wine and placed them on the table, turned around and was about to speak.

As soon as he turned around, he suddenly bumped into the man's chest. Feng Ling paused, and was about to take a step back, but his back was directly against the edge of the table, and there was no way to retreat.

She raised her eyes and looked at Li Nanheng who suddenly approached without knowing when.

The man looked down at her with a panicked expression at this moment.

Feng Ling usually wears a calm and indifferent mask. Such a lost expression is rare, but every time he has such an expression, the man who scratches feels like a mosquito is biting his heart.

"What are you doing with so much food and drink?"

"Isn't San Fatty celebrating his birthday today? But they said that you won't go out today, Boss, and I just won't go out either. Thinking that the first team and the sniper team are rarely quiet here, I went to the cafeteria to pack some side dishes, and wanted to share with Boss." You eat together." Feng Ling said as he backed away, leaning his hands back on the table, trying to keep a certain safe distance from the man in front of him who was full of oppression.

Li Nanheng glanced at the delicious food on the table behind her, and said calmly, "What's the matter with the wine?"

"Didn't I just say that it was Teacher Han who asked me to..."

"What did he tell you?"

"I didn't say anything, Instructor Han just told me to go get some bottles of wine from him..."

"Take the wine?" The man looked down at the young man's movement of avoiding backwards but could not retreat, and said coolly, "What is he thinking, thinking I don't know? Want to get me drunk, huh?"

Feng Ling: "..."

Men's sense of oppression is becoming more and more obvious,

Feng Ling suddenly raised his hand to push him, but he didn't push him away. His hand stayed on the man's body stiffly, and then put it down stiffly: "Boss, I just sent you a few bottles of wine and side dishes with good intentions. It's not that complicated!"

As she said that, she clenched her fists tightly again, and pushed him cruelly. She just pushed the man away by an arm's length, and turned around in an instant to leave the dangerous range in front of him.

However, just as he walked over, his arms suddenly tightened. The man held her directly, and looked at her from the corner of his eyes: "Aren't you going to have dinner together? Why are you running?"

Feng Ling paused, and wanted to pull his hand out of his hand, but he couldn't move it twice. In a blink of an eye, he met the man's indifferent gaze: "It's eating, but boss, can you let me go first?"

While speaking, she looked at his arm again: "Didn't the doctor say that you can't use too much force on this arm in the short term? Otherwise, it will leave sequelae."

But it was precisely because he used his injured hand that Feng Ling didn't dare to use too much strength to break free, so he could only let him hold his wrist tightly and stand frozen to the side.

She was the one who ran over on her own initiative, but because Li Nanheng exposed her motives with one sentence, knowing that she was trying to bully him, she didn't have the courage to look him in the eyes right now.

Li Nanheng glanced at her with deep eyes, let go of his hand, and Feng Ling took another step to the side in an instant, enduring the movement of rubbing his wrist, and only raised his hand to remove the pain caused by the tug on the arm just now. And the slightly crooked clothes and neckline were tidied up.

"Sit down and eat," the man said.

This atmosphere...was not the atmosphere she had expected at all. She was the active one, so why did she become the passive one in less than a few minutes.

And it's the kind of passive that doesn't even have a reason to escape.

She doesn't move.

Li Nanheng didn't urge her, just picked up a bottle of wine on the table, and the two glasses she put in the bag, put the two glasses on the side of the table, and filled them up.

"The prerequisite for getting me drunk is that you can drink more than me." The man picked up the wine glass and handed it to her, his eyes were cold and bottomless black, and two spots hidden in the night sky. cold glow.

"Boss, you really misunderstood." Feng Ling put down the hand that had just adjusted his neckline, and glanced at him: "To be blunt, I just want to use the relationship between the wine table and the boss to resolve this stalemate and cold war situation. , I don’t want to stay cold like this anymore, and I also intend to explain to the boss that I’m not honest enough, whether it’s a misunderstanding or something, I should make it clear.”

She paused for a while, and said again: "And it is indeed as you said, Boss, that these few bottles of wine are like pouring you down. It is indeed a bit difficult. I can't even know how much you drink, Boss."

Li Nanheng's movement of holding the wine glass in front of her remained unchanged, and his indifferent voice said calmly, "Then drink."

Feng Ling glanced at the full glass of wine again: "Boss, I don't drink very well, you know that..."

"Didn't you want to use the wine table to chat with me? You don't drink a sip of wine. Are these four bottles prepared for me? I'm drinking, you watch? Who gave you the courage and confidence?" The corner of the man's mouth twitched He smiled, but his eyes were cold, obviously he could still see through her easily.

Feng Ling's eyes froze, he raised his hand to take the wine glass, hesitated for a moment before taking a sip, and was about to put it down after a sip, but suddenly received Li Nanheng's deep and probing gaze, her emotions surged for a while, so she had to He drank all the wine in a full glass.

This is the bottle with the highest alcohol content among the four bottles on the table. I don't know where Han Jin got it. It says 65% Maotai-flavored Baijiu, made in China.

Most of what Feng Ling drank in the United States was foreign wine and red wine or some other alcoholic beverages here, both high and low alcohol content, but at most, he could not drink any more after two or three glasses.

As soon as the baijiu was drunk, the throat was terribly hot at first, and then there was a burning sensation in the stomach.

Holding the empty glass in his hand, Feng Ling felt uncomfortable for a while because of the scorching heat in his stomach. After all, he had never drank such a strong wine.

Is this considered lifting a rock and shooting yourself in the foot? Knowing that Li Nanheng couldn't drink these wines at all, he still took a few bottles of slightly stronger ones, and ended up drinking the first one himself.

Li Nanheng withdrew his gaze from her, picked up another full bottle of wine on the table, drank it all in one gulp, and then put the wine glass on the table again, the sound of the glass falling on the table made Feng Ling couldn't help it. raised his eyes.