Feeling the existence of the person behind him, Feng Ling did not go home directly, but turned around and turned into a supermarket near downstairs, bought some things in the supermarket, and while pushing the shopping cart, he paid attention to the people behind him and behind nearby shopping racks from time to time.

After walking back and forth in the supermarket for half an hour, it was already dark outside. I felt that the person didn't seem to follow him anymore, so I checked out.

After leaving the supermarket, she did not go back immediately. She walked around the parking lot and looked at all the vehicles parked there one by one.

She has lived here for a year and a half and has an impression of every car that is often parked downstairs. Her natural keen observation makes her instinctively notice it immediately when she discovers a car she has never seen before. However, she has not seen any strangers or cars in recent days, including just now, and there are no people or strange movements.

After returning to the car and sitting quietly for another hour, she confirmed that the person seemed to have left, so she quietly threw the car door and quickly walked into the building where she lived. When she arrived at the floor where she lived, she looked around again, raised her eyes and looked at the safety monitoring equipment in the corner of the corridor with normal lights on, thought for a while, and entered the door.

This suspected situation of being followed lasted for about three days. Every time, Feng Ling returned home from outside. He felt someone downstairs looking at her, but he couldn't find any car or suspicious people.

On the third day, she simply turned around and walked to all nearby places where one could hide someone. Whether it was behind the tree, the corner between buildings, or in a shadow, or in a cafe, dessert shop and restaurant downstairs, all kinds of people were inside, but they were buying things and eating and drinking normally, which was different from the kind of following gaze she felt.

After she came to Boston, no one knew who she had ever been, and no one knew who she had ever been. If she had really offended anyone, it was probably the group of black and Taoists who helped Chen Beiqing block it, but so long has passed. If they had the ability to retaliate, it would never be possible to wait for a year and a half later.

A few days ago, the coach told her to pay attention to safety recently. After all, the black outfit she wore on the fighting arena was so sexual. She not only made a lot of money, but also had such a good figure. She was also broadcast on TV at that time, and many people could see it. Once someone recognized her, they might disguise herself as a color. Mimi's tram-like maniac, plotted against her. Of course, ordinary sex. Wolves could not beat her.

But the person who is following her now is obviously not an ordinary person.

She can stand outside all her defense and caution, and can't even find any trace.

Both her skills and keenness are above her.

Inexplicably, an idea suddenly came to her mind. She suddenly turned cold and stopped looking for it. She turned around and walked back quickly.

After returning to the door, she threw down her bag, walked to the window and looked out. The downstairs were still quiet, and there was no one hidden in it, as quiet as if she had just been too concerned about the past three days.

"Knock--"

Just as Feng Ling took off her coat and was about to prepare for dinner for herself, she suddenly heard the door being knocked and heard the sound of knocking on the door as if rhythmic. Her hair stood up in an instant, and she suddenly looked at the knocked door, turned around and walked over.

Through the door panel, she was not sure who was standing outside. She looked at the door panel in front of her coldly, thinking about all the possibilities, and then thinking that the other party was above her. Apart from that person, she really couldn't imagine that anyone would be so bored that she came to follow her. She suddenly opened the door and looked out coldly.

As a result, a middle-aged man in work uniform stood outside holding a cardboard box in his hand: "Hello, Miss A Ling, is it? Your express delivery."

Feng Ling looked at the box in his hand and looked at the man in front of him again: "When did you come up? I don't remember what I had to deliver."

"My habit of delivering couriers is to deliver them from the upper floors, one by one. There are just two couriers to deliver on your floor, and then I walked down the safety escalator." The courier smiled politely at her and handed her a pen: "Please sign for it."

Feng Ling was puzzled and reached out to take the box. He saw that the sender wrote the address of the organizer of the close-up fight. Then he put down his defense, picked up the pen to sign for it, and then closed the door.

When I opened the box, I saw that there were trophys and commemorative dolls sent by the organizer, as well as a set of black fighting suits printed with the organizer's name, which were made completely according to her figure.

After checking the things in the box, Feng Ling sat on the sofa and looked at the golden trophy.

Suddenly he sighed.

It seems that she is too careless.

I have been hiding carefully for so long, how could I find her?

...

There are all-day classes on weekends. Feng Ling took over three classes, not just Chen Beiqing's ones. The martial arts hall is divided into three levels of junior high school and senior high school. She teaches all three levels. These students have only three classes per week on average, but all of them add up to more than six hours of class time every day.

The busier the work, the more fulfilling and down-to-earth she lives.

The reason why the head coach and the boss of the martial arts hall like her is also because she is not afraid of hard work. As long as there is a need and as long as she can do it, she will not refuse. Other coaches always want to have a vacation on weekends, and they can spend time with their family and girlfriend. Only Feng Ling has a full schedule of work every day and has not taken a day off. Even if there is a vacation, she sits in the coach's office to watch the basic martial arts breakdown movements, and just watch it all day.

In the mouths of those colleagues and students...

She doesn't live like a woman at all.

But he is pretty and doesn't know it.

It has a different charm.

There was a last class on Sunday afternoon, and the other coaches were all home, and Feng Ling was the only one waiting for the students to come in the martial arts hall.

Until the students arrived one after another, she looked at the time and there were still ten minutes to start class, so she continued to sit in the office. After a while, she got up with her cup and was about to pour herself a glass of water, but as soon as she walked around the desk, she suddenly saw Chen Beiqing walking in with a big handful of red roses.
Chapter completed!