Li Nanheng simply didn't move the place and was still sitting there: "Well, then I'll accompany you here."

Feng Ling glanced at him: "Didn't you hear the point?"

"What?"

"I said I want to be alone."

Li Nanheng looked at her for a while, then seemed a little embarrassed, coughed, picked up the clothes on the sofa and put them on slowly, it seemed that his back hurt, and when he put on the sleeves, he was not as neat as he took off. After his arms stuttered twice, he saw that Feng Ling had no intention of coming to help him put on the clothes, so he finally put on the clothes himself.

"The thin blanket on the sofa can be covered. If it is not warm enough, there will be a bed and a quilt in the next room." Li Nanheng stood up. After all, he knew that Feng Ling was not patient with him now. He wanted to take the previous method of forcibly attacking, so he would have no use. He could only take his time and not be anxious at all.

Feng Ling didn't reply, but after he got up, he picked up the thin blanket on the sofa, folded it and put it aside, showing that she wouldn't be able to cover the things he had covered.

Li Nanheng felt a breath blocking his chest. He looked at her, then raised his hand and gently moved his arm. After pulling the wound on his back, his face turned pale again.

Feng Ling looked at him: "If you are injured, don't go to rest. Why are you moving around next to me? If you mind me here, I will go out now. It doesn't matter if you stand in the corridor for a few hours."

I can't stay for a while?

Li Nanheng looked at her silently, wanting to speak, but saw Feng Ling withdrawing his gaze and stop looking at him.

...Damn it, Li Nanheng has never met such a difficult person in his life, and he is still a woman.

"Go to rest early." After the man said that, he stopped shaking his arms in front of her and turned back to the bedroom.

The living room was quiet again, and the strong and clear smell of the man's body, which belonged only to him, finally got away from him. Only then did Feng Ling feel that he could breathe hard. After sitting on the sofa for a while, she lay directly on the sofa.

Although the surrounding environment looks strange to the living room, she doesn't seem to be particularly uncomfortable. The medicinal properties before have not completely dissipated, but her head is still hurting. She just lies like this for a while, looking at the simple and clean living room, and then looks at the snow-white walls. In her mind, she was suddenly awakened in the car and rolled down from the back seat. After waking up, she saw Li Nanheng jumping in with the deformed car door.

No matter how long my eyes are closed, the scene in my mind can't be erased.

Finally, Feng Ling turned over on the sofa and squeezed his head into the corner of the sofa.

...

The next day, early in the morning.

Feng Ling didn't know how long he had slept. In short, he had been insomnia at the beginning last night, but later he fell asleep in a daze, but he still had many dreams.

I haven't had so many dreams in a long time.

It was not until dawn that I finally slept a little more peacefully.

There seemed to be a vague smell of food floating in the air, which was very light and a little strange. It was strange, it was really strange.

Because of these smells, she had to open her eyes. When she saw that it was dawn, she looked at the kitchen door in the direction where the smell came. At this angle on the sofa, she could only see a corner of the man's back exposed.

Feng Ling looked in that direction in confusion, got up and walked over. When he arrived at the kitchen door, he saw a wounded patient who had just been knocked on a stick yesterday, breaking two eggs and putting them on a plate. Then he used chopsticks to stir the eggs there with a very awkward movement.

It was not until she saw the man turn on the rice cooker next to her that she saw that there was actually cooking porridge inside, but the water in the porridge seemed to be too low, very dry, as if she accidentally put too much water in the rice.

Seeing the man pouring the egg into the frying pan again, Feng Ling couldn't bear it anymore and walked over: "What are you doing?"

While turning the egg cakes in the pot with chopsticks, the man looked at her side and said, "Why don't you sleep for a while?"

Feng Ling looked at the terrible egg in the pot: "I smelled a little strange, so get up and take a look."

“It tastes strange?”

Feng Ling looked at the things in his pot again: "What else is there except oil?"

"I put some honey, don't it mean that girls like to eat sweet things? I created a honey fried egg cake."

Feng Ling: “……………………”

I used to know that Master Li knew everything, but he really couldn't cook. When she lived in his apartment, she had eaten something he cooked in person several times. How to say, it was cooked and wouldn't hurt your stomach, but the taste was very terrible, so scary that everyone except for someone like her who grew up in a wolf pack, it should be difficult for everyone else to swallow.

But I didn't expect that after more than two years, I didn't have any strength at all.

"You want to make breakfast?" Feng Ling asked.

Li Nanheng gave her a look of "Does I look like I'm making dinner?"

Feng Ling pursed his lips and suddenly reached out and took the frying pan in his hand: "Get out of the way, don't block it."

Seeing that Feng Ling seemed to show off his attitude in the kitchen, Li Nanheng was very conscious of getting out of the way.

After getting out of the way, I saw Feng Ling skillfully pouring out the eggs that were no longer eaten in the pot, then scrubbed the pot, put them back on the stove, poured some water in three or two times, and then beat two eggs in. After one or two minutes, she had put the two very perfect poached eggs into the plate next to her.

Looking at the two golden poached eggs, Li Nanheng looked at Feng Ling's hand again, and then watched her skillfully add boiling water to cook the rice in the rice cooker.

"You used to be very average in cooking, where did you learn this now?"

Feng Ling continued to work hard on his own, and did not look back at him, and replied coldly: "I am not a young master like you. If you leave the base, there will be people who will try every day to come to your home and take the initiative to take care of your daily life. Is it impossible for me to eat takeout every day. Two years is enough for me to learn how to make some food. Is it strange?"

Li Nanheng looked at her as she was indeed more skillful than when she was cooking two years ago. He stood aside and looked at her movements, and the corners of her mouth were accidentally hooked upwards.

Feng Ling just couldn't stand his cooking skills. He was obviously not delicious and was injured. What was he doing when he ran to the kitchen early in the morning?

She didn't say she wanted to have breakfast here, but would she eat it after he cooked it? And it looked so unpalatable.

She packed up the things in the kitchen, then made some other ingredients, and after preparing a few good breakfasts, she was about to take the plate to the dining table outside. When she turned around, she suddenly saw the man looking at her. Feng Ling's movement suddenly stopped. When she raised her eyes, she saw the man looking at her, as if she was looking at a little wife.
Chapter completed!