Chapter 932: There Are Wind Chimes in the South and Hengmu in the North (One Hundred and Ninety-Five)

Seeing her obedient non-resistance appearance that she thought she had done something wrong, Li Nanheng looked at her with cold eyes, and finally stood beside her, bowed his head, and leaned close to her ear. When all the hairs on his body stood up, he said in a low voice: "Wolf, born to be loyal, Feng Ling, do you think you are loyal to the base?"

Feng Ling endured the thought of avoiding him because of his distance, but felt that the base of his ears were hot from the breath blowing from his nose.

"Boss, the base is the only place that can give me a sense of belonging. The sense of belonging is equal to home. No one will be disloyal to their home." Feng Ling answered truthfully.

The man's low voice was still in her ears, and he didn't even mean to back away, but moved closer, and the man's lips almost brushed her ear: "So, the base will not let any loyal member be wronged." Humiliation, you don't have to think about this matter again, if you kill someone, you will kill it, I will deal with it, you first give me an obedient recovery, don't really leave any sequelae of concussion, huh?"

The last word was slightly hoarse, Feng Ling could only feel the blood in his whole body churning.

"The base can keep a loyal soldier, but it will definitely not want a waste that can cause headaches at every turn, so let's calm down and heal your wounds first, and don't think about it."

Feng Ling responded in a low voice: "Yes."

The man glanced at the loose clothes on her body again, knowing that she was not wearing anything underneath, not even a chest wrap, but he still asked casually, "Is the clothes comfortable to wear?"

Obviously he wasn't injured and it's not like she just took the medicine last night, but she didn't understand why his voice seemed to be covered with a layer of hoarseness when he said this, she immediately moved a step aside: "It's very comfortable, thank you boss , if it’s convenient, I can ask Ah to deliver my suitcase to me.”

She wanted the suitcase, but what she wanted was those cloth strips that got in the way.

Li Nanheng didn't expose her, but said calmly: "Well, let's recover first, and I will notify you later."

Then Li Nanheng's cell phone rang, and he asked Feng Ling to go back to the bedroom to rest. Feng Ling turned around and went into the bedroom, closed the door, and when he sat on the bed, he looked back at the dark blue sheets and quilt behind him, and then remembered When I was looking at this place by myself just now, I saw the decoration pattern in the entire apartment.

If she thought it was a hotel in the bathroom at first, now she knows very well that this is Li Nanheng's residence outside.

It's not the residence in the base, nor the Li family, but a place that belongs only to him.

The whole apartment is completely simple, low-key and tough masculine decoration,

Every place is just right, every decoration is used to its fullest, without any burden.

The bed underneath is also soft and comfortable.

She didn't have any memory of what happened after she was knocked out last night, and she didn't know whether she had ever slept in this bed, but since Boss Li let her in to rest, she probably didn't mind her sleeping here.

After sitting by the bed for a while, Feng Ling lay down because of a headache. When he covered the quilt, he could feel a faint mint smell. I don't know if it was the laundry detergent used to wash the quilt, or something. It smells good, but it smells very good, very close to the smell of Boss Li.

Obviously just killed someone yesterday, the heart that had been restless and afraid of causing trouble to the base has now returned to calmness, and when she was lying here, she seemed to be surrounded by a sense of security that she had never felt before.

The head hurts a lot, and I don't know how long it will take to stop the pain. Even now, it's not just the inside of the head that hurts, but even the place that was hit outside still has obvious pain.

After sleeping for an unknown number of hours, Feng Ling was woken up by Li Nanheng.

Boss Li said that the wound on her head needed to be changed, so she got up.

The short-haired girl who just woke up was a little sleepy, but the long-term training in the base made her sleepy and said nothing. She sat on the side of the bed with sleepy eyes, obediently letting the man remove the gauze and change the dressing again. .

Sensing that the man's movements when he was applying the medicine didn't seem very unfamiliar, Feng Ling closed his eyes and asked, "Boss, did you also help me treat the injury yesterday?"

"No, I called the doctor yesterday."

"I feel that boss, you are very skilled in the action of applying medicine."

Li Nanheng looked at Feng Ling who was sitting by the bed with her eyes closed. From this angle, she could see her long and curled eyelashes when she closed her eyes. They were thick and long, casting a small shadow in the sunlight coming in from the window.

"There is a saying that chronic illness makes a doctor. People who are often born to death, even if they don't suffer from chronic illness, but often suffer from large and small skin trauma, they should have learned to bandage themselves. Do you think I can't even apply medicine? ?" The man said as he made up the clean gauze left by Qin Siting yesterday, and covered the wound on her forehead that had already been medicated.

Obviously sometimes he looks like a particularly unkind and straight man of steel, but his actions at this moment are so gentle that she doesn't feel any pain.

Probably because the atmosphere was different from the usual serious atmosphere in the base, Feng Ling gave a rare smile, but he only smiled for a while before stopping the smile. After all, she just got into trouble yesterday, and she can't let it go now. Have the guts to laugh.

She kept her eyes closed all the time, and all the expressions on her face were naturally captured by Li Nanheng's eyes.

The man didn't speak, he just helped her stick the gauze on the wound, then withdrew his hand, turned and walked out, and said calmly, "Come out to eat."

It is true that she has not eaten since yesterday, so Feng Ling Yiyan got up and followed out, and saw two dishes and a bowl of rice on the table, which turned out to be the Chinese food she usually likes to eat in the base. It seems a little strange.

But after all, she was hungry, as long as she had something to eat, she didn't care if it looked good or not, she just sat down at the table, and when Li Nanheng signaled that she could eat, she picked up a mouthful of food with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

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The expression on Feng Ling's face was a bit indescribable. After chewing slowly a few times, he raised his eyes to the man sitting at the dining table who was looking at him calmly: "Boss, is this the takeaway you ordered?"

The man didn't change his face: "Yeah."

"Are all takeaways so unpalatable now?"

Hearing that it was a takeaway, Feng Ling dared to make a bold comment.

Li Nanheng paused, and asked with a look of self-doubt: "Is it hard to eat?"

Seeing his expression, Feng Ling's eyes were a little surprised: "Could it be that you did this yourself, boss?"

Li Nanheng said with a dark face, "No."

It was only now that she noticed that there seemed to be a lingering smell of the man who had just been cooked.

Did she just say something wrong?

Feng Ling hurriedly picked up another piece and put it in his mouth with a strong desire to survive: "It's actually quite delicious."

Li Nanheng: ""