Feng Ling's voice when he spoke was the heavy nasal sound when he had a cold: "It's too important for you to think about yourself. As for me, I don't go to work to hide from you? Is it like me who never takes sick leave?"

"It's because of this that I asked the head coach for your address and come and take a look." Chen Beiqing didn't feel hurt when she responded directly. She smiled and raised the ginger soup she bought from outside in her hand: "If you have a cold, drink some ginger soup. When I was in China, every time I had a severe cold, my aunt at home forced me to drink this thing. Although it was hard to drink, it can indeed play a good role in colds."

Feng Ling glanced at it and reached out to take it: "Okay, thank you, I'll stay ginger soup, you go back."

Chen Beiqing never dared to think about entering her place, but when she heard the meaning of expelling guests, she raised her eyebrows: "What? Can I eat you or what? I can't beat you, a lean camel is bigger than a horse, and even if I catch a cold, I can't beat you. What are you afraid of?"

"It's not that I'm a coach, you're a student, you still have to keep the etiquette you need to keep." Feng Ling said calmly, "Is there anything else? I'll close the door if it's okay."

Chen Beiqing looked at her again: "Have you eaten these two days?"

"Eat it." Feng Ling lied.

She is now in a bad mood and is already sick, and she can't tell whether she eats it or not. But seeing her attitude of not wanting him to go in at all, Chen Beiqing nodded: "Okay, this is the first time you have accepted what I gave you in more than a year. Even if it's just a bowl of ginger soup I bought in a restaurant, I can accept it. I will continue to work hard and one day you will fall in love with me."

Feng Ling: "You're thinking too much..."

"Good rest, I'll leave." Chen Beiqing smiled at her and leaked her beautiful white teeth, waved her hand, and turned around and walked towards the elevator.

Until he entered the elevator, Feng Ling was about to close the door when he suddenly heard that the door next door, which was said to be still being renovated two days ago, suddenly opened. She didn't want to care about the matter next door, but she seemed to have seen something from the corner of her eyes. She suddenly stopped and turned her eyes suddenly.

I only saw Li Nanheng, who could not appear here again, stood in the door next door, pushing the door with one hand and holding a coat in the other hand, as if he was about to go out, but his eyes were on the bowl of ginger soup she was holding in her arms: "Did you catch a cold?"

Feng Ling looked at him incredibly, then looked at the door next door again, remembering that he said that the next door was being renovated, but there was a sound of electric drill drilling on the wall next to him.

Feng Ling: "..."

So she had never seen the neighbor next door look like, only to know that she seemed to be a very old aunt. Could it be that the house had changed hands in just a few days? Or did Li Nanheng rent the house?

Otherwise, how could he appear next door? It is obvious that he has lived here for the past two days, and he is only separated from her bedroom by a wall and has never left!

He invited the decoration work that day?

Li Nanheng came over, and Feng Ling suddenly came to his senses and looked at him again: "What are you doing when you live here?"

"What do you think I'm doing? I've been looking for someone for two years, and I can't let you go missing if you say you're missing." Li Nanheng raised his hand and directly took the ginger soup in her hand: "The anti-reconnaissance method I taught you at the base was used to deal with me in the past two years. You are so good at using the other's spear to attack the other's shield. What else can I do except guard the place closest to you?"

Feng Ling didn't know if it was because of the cold, and she was a little slow to react. When she came to her senses from his words, the man had already taken the bowl of ginger soup into the kitchen in her house.

She hurriedly walked in and saw Li Nanheng turning on the fire on the gas stove: "This ginger soup is not hot enough. If you drink it after heating, why would you suddenly catch a cold? I haven't seen you come out for two days and thought you were on vacation. If I had known that you were sick, it wouldn't be the turn of such a stinky brat to bring you ginger soup."

After hearing the man's tone of injustice and forbearance, Feng Ling suddenly realized that Li Nanheng seemed to have changed, but he couldn't say what had changed, and it seemed that he had not changed.

But he was domineering, but he suddenly became a sensible person and would not force her to do anything when she had no idea about him or even kept a distance from his married identity.

Or rather, he had something he was afraid of, so he no longer was so straightforward when dealing with her, but treated her carefully, for fear that she would disappear completely if she really lit her fire.

I can't tell what it felt like. In short, looking at the man who was helping her heat ginger soup, Feng Ling raised his hand and touched his forehead, not wanting to speak.

Everyone has already lived next door. She still says to drive him away, which is just a joke. The longest distance is only a few meters, and the person is still next door.

Neuropathy.

I really want to scold me.

But now she was not strong enough to fight with this man, so she simply didn't say anything, just sat on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket and coughed a few more times.

After a few minutes, the man took out the hot ginger soup and put it on the coffee table in front of her: "Drink."

Feng Ling coughed again and looked up at him: "Did you rent or buy the house next door?"

“What’s the difference?”

“…”

That's right, if he wants to live there, he has a way to do it whether it's renting or buying.

After all, he is the eldest son of the Li family, and power and money are no problem, unlike the ants she has seen in the past two years.

She picked up the bowl and put it to her mouth, and the man reminded him: "Be careful of it."

She paused her movements holding the bowl, lowered her head and blew on the edge of the bowl.

"What does the boy who gave you ginger soup just now have to do with you?" Li Nanheng stood opposite her, looking at her holding a bowl and wrapping a blanket, and asked in a deep voice.

Feng Ling replied lightly in a nasal voice while blowing: "It's my student."

She didn't have to explain too much about herself. Since Li Nanheng found her, she must have checked all the places she had worked in the past two years, the people she had contacted, and everything she could find. He must be very clear about her current identity and work.

"Student, the male student who came to you to give you ginger soup?" The man's voice was cold and he felt cold.

Feng Ling took a sip of ginger soup and frowned. It was indeed very difficult to drink.

It was so bad that it was hot and spicy, but it was not denied that this thing seemed to make her feel cold for two days and her body could warm up a lot.
Chapter completed!