Feng Lingtan looked at him: "It's good for anyone to marry, it has nothing to do with me."

She bent down and picked up the pillow on the ground, then looked disgusted as if she could not continue to put this thing in her house if she had not washed it once. She turned around and threw it into the dirty clothes basket.

Looking at the little woman's movements that were so obvious that she could no longer be obvious, each of them showed her disgust, impatientness and disgust towards him.

Li Nanheng suddenly remembered that day when he was not in the base, that day when he was the next seven hundred days and nights, when he couldn't sleep at night when he thought about it, that day she drank a whole bottle of brandy alone, and was thrown on the ground in public the next day, revealing all her secrets and truth, that day when all her face, all her dignity, all her persistence were completely destroyed.

Thinking of all this, all his unwillingness seemed to have turned into worthy of it.

The man threw down his coat again: "It has nothing to do with you? This is not to care or not. Since you insist on looking at what happened in the past in this way, okay, I won't force you to go have a meal together?"

Feng Ling looked at him with a look of a lunatic look and refused: "I don't want to eat it."

Li Nanheng still didn't force himself, so he simply sat back on the sofa: "Then I need a takeaway, I'll leave after I've eaten it."

Before this, Feng Ling didn't quite believe that Li Nanheng was so shameless.

She looked at the man on the sofa coldly: "Do you want to be scoundrel with me?"

The man folded his legs calmly and replied lightly: "Yes."

"you……"

"Can you beat me?"

“…”

"Can you push me?"

“…”

"All the entire US military and the police have a relationship with the Xi base. Do you think you can get me away if you call the police now?"

“…”

"Sort takeout." The man's tone was laziness and indifference that was so angry that he was not worth his life. He just sat on her sofa and stopped leaving.

Feng Ling took a deep breath, suddenly turned around and walked into the kitchen, threw the remaining slices of bread in front of him, and placed a bottle of jam in front of her: "Eat! Go immediately after eating!"

Li Nanheng looked at the two things on the coffee table, but he didn't mean to be picky about food. He reached out and picked them up and looked at them: "I asked me to eat this at noon, but I didn't eat it, so I left it to eat it again at night?"

"If you like to eat, don't eat, just get out if you don't eat." Feng Ling's patience had reached its limit. Looking at this man who was more shameless than two years ago, all his calmness and indifference instantly turned into a violent mood, and he wanted to kick him off the fifteenth floor.

Li Nanheng didn't look at her, so he picked up the bottle of jam again, looked at it twice, and then curled the corner of his lips: "The hobby has not changed, it's blueberry."

Feng Ling didn't have so much pretentious emotions in his heart, but when he heard this sentence, he suddenly remembered the blueberry cake he took him to eat.

It seems that she had a little preference for blueberry flavors, but later, somehow, it became an obsession. The taste of everything seemed to be fixed on the only choice of blueberry.

She didn't say anything, just looked at the time: "Can you finish eating in ten minutes?"

The man spread the blueberry jam on the bread slices. In fact, the bread slices were kept in the refrigerator for a whole day, and they were not baked or heated. Even if they were not hard, they were definitely very cold and would not feel comfortable to eat.

However, the man took a few bites directly, then ate the two slices of bread with a little jam in three or two, and then continued to apply it. Before he could reach the end, he ate all the remaining slices of bread in just three or four minutes.

After eating, the man slowly covered the jam bottle and put it aside, then looked at her: "A very rich meal, good."

Feng Ling: "..."

She was about to say that there was something wrong with this man's brain. The man had already stood up, picked up his coat, and threw down a light sentence: "I'm disturbing."

Then he left directly.

Until the door opened and closed, everything around me returned to silence, and finally she was the only one.

Feng Ling silently looked at the jam bottle on the coffee table, and did not move for a long time.

...

Feng Ling is sick.

Coach A Ling, who had not taken a leave since he was working at the Wudang Hall, fell ill and took two days of sick leave. All the students were surprised and wondered if something was wrong.

The real reason is that after Li Nanheng left that night, Feng Ling always felt that the smell of that man was everywhere in the room, including the kitchen, bathroom, sofa, living room, and wherever he went, it seemed that he could feel the traces of the man's existence, even if he actually left nothing.

So, on that cold night, she opened the windows of all the rooms, trying to release the unique taste and faint tobacco fragrance that belonged to the man.

As a result, the window has been open for too long, and it is indeed too cold outside. Later, there was a place on the edge of the bedroom window that was frozen and it was not closed too tightly, and air leaked when sleeping at night.

Feng Ling's bed was facing the window again, and unfortunately, he was successfully blown by the cold wind that leaked in that night.

The next morning, she couldn't get up and was dizzy. She barely called the head coach and boss to ask for leave with her cell phone, and then slept all day in a daze. She didn't wake up the next morning. She didn't want to eat after waking up. She boiled water herself, wrapped in a blanket and sat on the sofa with a cup of hot water. She drank it in small sips, barely passing the second day of taking leave.

She had only taken one day off, but she was still sick the next day and couldn't get over.

The paper for snot was filled with the snot in the trash can, and coughed one after another. Since I was a child, I have never been so seriously ill due to a cold due to a cold.

After a day of half-sleeping on the sofa, Feng Ling was about to go to the bathroom to take a hot shower and get sick from his body when suddenly the door was knocked.

She is now very concerned about the people who will suddenly knock on her door. She frowned when she heard the knock on the door. She subconsciously didn't want to open the door, but just wanted to pretend to be dead in the room.

The people outside knocked for a while but didn't hear the noise inside. They became quiet. Just as Feng Ling was about to return to the bedroom, the cell phone on the bed suddenly rang.

She walked over while sucking the snot in her nose. When she looked at it, it turned out to be a call from Chen Beiqing, she answered the phone in confusion: "Hey?"

"Why don't you open the door? Aren't you resting at home when you're sick?"

Is Chen the person knocking on the door?

Feng Ling paused, then turned around and walked out. When he opened the door, he saw Chen Beiqing standing outside the door, and the cell phone in his hand was the one talking to her.

The moment he opened the door, he saw Feng Ling's nose that was red by the paper, Chen Beiqing raised his eyebrows: "I'm really sick. I thought you were hiding from me."
Chapter completed!