The man did not retreat, nor did he let go. He just looked down at her: "I have been quietly walking alone for two years. Now I have finally found you. Do you think I will let go easily?"

"Otherwise? Mr. Li thinks I will go back to be an intervener outside your marriage, or a mistress who knows he is a mistress but shameless?" Feng Ling looked at him calmly: "I have a very peaceful attitude. It has been so long, and I have no complaints or accountability. I don't bother you. What's there to bother with you?"

Li Nanheng's hand holding on her shoulder became tighter and tighter: "Do you remember I said, let you wait for me for three years?"

Feng Ling seemed to have heard some joke. A sneer with a sarcastic sneer suddenly appeared on his face, which had no expression. He raised his hand and waved his arm directly. While taking out the key to open the door, he said with his back to him and said lightly: "I don't remember anything I shouldn't remember, please go back."

"Feng Ling, give me a chance to explain. Some things are absolutely unstoppable and are also responsible. I..."

The door was opened, and Feng Ling looked back at him while opening the door: "I know that many things cannot be explained clearly with just a few explanations. If you can explain, you would explain them to me two years ago before you got married. Now there is no need to say anything. I have already let it go, so there is nothing to say."

After saying that, she went straight in.

There was a sudden resistance on the door. She looked at the man's hand holding the door panel in a blink of an eye. She looked at him coldly, put his hand down, turned around and looked at him: "Come in, right? You, Li Nanheng, used to be the same. You said that if you want to break into my world, you must break in. No matter how many defenses I set up, you will still be defeated by you again and again. In the end, you got what you wanted, and finally patted your butt. Now, you want to come in? I really can't stop you. What do you want?"

The short-haired girl in front of her has lost much of the girl's posture as before, but the feeling between a girl and a woman. Her eyes are even colder than the indifference in the xi base, adding a lot of experience and firmness that he had never participated in before, and even a lot of calmness that he did not want to see.

Anger and calculating are deep love, and deep fear is hatred and resentment are also manifestations of love.

But there was nothing in her eyes.

It was so unrestrained that he could not even find any trace of his existence.

Li Nanheng slowly lowered his hand on the door panel. After looking at her for a long time, he said hoarsely: "Go to rest early."

Feng Ling didn't reply, and closed the door with no unnecessary expression without any unnecessary expression, and then locked it inside, completely isolated the sight of the man standing outside.

Usually, the room is very quiet, but it seems to be very lively outside tonight. Because of this hustle and bustle, the room is even quieter.

Quiet is a bit unusual.

Feng Ling stood in the door without even looking at the closed door behind him.

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The next day, early in the morning.

The atmosphere after the festival continues. When you pull the skylight curtains, you can see the ice and snow outside. There are also many early couples who are wearing thick clothes to run together in the morning.

The face lights on the Christmas tree were turned off last night, but the colorful decorations on it also flashed with dazzling colors in the morning light.

Feng Ling has nothing to do every morning, and the courses are mostly after 10 am or after 1 pm.

I fryed an egg for myself, baked two more slices of bread, randomly applied some blueberry-flavored jam, put a piece of vegetable leaves and ham slices, and cut them into pieces as sandwiches to eat.

After eating, she put on her coat and was about to go out for two laps. Even though she had already left the base and did not need to train every day, her living habits had already formed. She taught the movements of students during class every day, and that little bit of exercise was not enough. She still had to run two or three thousand meters every morning before she could feel comfortable.

As soon as I opened the door and was about to take a step, from the corner of my eyes, I suddenly saw the figure standing in front of the window next to the corridor. I suddenly raised my eyes and saw Li Nanheng standing there, the man's back standing against the morning light outside the window.

She was stunned for a moment, looked down at the time on her wrist, and then looked at the man.

Hearing the sound of the door, Li Nanheng turned around to look at her: "Have you been sleeping?"

Seeing that the man was wearing the same clothes as last night, she smelled some cigarette smell again. She turned her eyes and saw that there were a few more cigarette butts on the smoking box next to the elevator.

"You've been here last night?" She turned her eyes to look at him.

The man looked at her with his back to the morning light outside the window, without admitting or denying it, and just said, "At least I didn't disturb you to rest last night."

Feng Ling looked at him silently, his eyes still cold: "So you are releasing second-hand smoke at my doorstep?"

Li Nanheng's cold eyebrows moved, and he raised his eyes to look at the air conditioner and the passage above the corridor that released smoke: "I saw a few words about smoking areas beside the safety stairs. In addition, the barrier effect of your door is very good, and second-hand smoke should not affect you."

Feng Ling was really impressed by Li Nanheng's shameless behavior as usual. Her hand was held in the door: "What are you doing when you are guarding my doorstep? I'm going out to work and don't have time to deal with you. Didn't you let you go last night?"

"Did I say I'm leaving?"

Feng Ling frowned: "So? I don't want to talk to you. I have said everything I should have said last night. I will say it again. I have already let it go and don't want to mention anything about the past. I'm going to work now."

The man put his hands in his pants pockets, first lowered his head and curled his lips and sighed, then raised his eyebrows and looked at her in a blink of an eyebrow: "I don't want to talk about anything now. If you go to your class, I won't disturb you."

"Then you go."

"Where am I going?"

"Go back to the hotel, go back to Los Angeles, go back to the car, or go back to everything you have, and it has nothing to do with me when you love."

"Who told you that I stayed in a hotel?"

“…”

"I drove here directly. I have been in the car these days. I haven't eaten enough and I haven't had enough sleep. After seeing you, I was cut into pieces by your mouth. I am in a bad mood at the moment." The man looked at her and took it for granted: "I stood outside your door all night last night. You should go to work, and I'll go in and have a nap."

Feng Ling: “…??????”

"You go into my house to sleep?"

“Are there any problems?”

Feng Ling doubted whether this man really didn't know what it means to be a man: "I don't seem to have any reason to take you in."

"You weren't afraid that I would do anything to you last night? So I didn't go in and disturb you. Now you have to go out and let me go in and sleep for a while, no?"

"no."

Feng Ling refused very decisively.
Chapter completed!