"I heard from Miss Ji that your alcohol tolerance is not very good." Ain whispered a reminder when he saw that she was just drinking.

Feng Ling curled his lips lightly: "It doesn't matter if you have a glass of red wine. If you have too much, you will definitely not drink it again."

Feng Ling has been in the UK for a year and has always been very sensible. It cannot be said that he doesn't drink too much, but at least he has never drunk too much. Even in some business negotiation occasions, even when he has to drink and accompany him, he has always kept his alcohol content and never let himself lose his composure.

People say that the more you are awake, the less you can't immerse yourself in your sensory world. Feng Ling was so anxious that he had to be too awake because he was hit by fate. In this state, he came to Britain, so she had to keep herself on the edge of reason all the time and not be slacking off at all.

The rooftop was very quiet, and Feng Ling didn't say much. The whole process was just Ain talking about topics that he had seen recently from time to time.

Feng Ling occasionally smiled politely in silence, but obviously he was just perfunctory.

She doesn't like him.

It's obvious that I don't like it.

Ain finally put down the tableware in his hand: "If it doesn't suit the taste, take you to another place to eat?"

"No, I'm just not too hungry." Feng Ling said softly: "Mr. Ian, I am a person who is about to leave the UK. If there is no necessary reason, I will not have any chance to come here again. We should stop until the time is right. I don't want to affect my current peaceful and stable life."

Ain knew that it was true that neither the hard nor the soft one could shake her. He smiled and said, "Okay, then this meal is a farewell to you. I wish you a goodbye to the United States and a bright future."

Feng Ling smiled: "I dare not be a business beginner like me, it is only a blessing to be able to talk about a few orders occasionally. It is good to struggle in such a circle and keep a whole body. How dare you consider a bright future?"

But even though she said that, she picked up the wine glass and touched him for a while, and drank the last sip of red wine in the glass.

Perhaps Mr. Ain really didn't mention anything about pursuing her, but was purely concerned about her various issues of returning to the United States and taking over the family business after returning to Feng's house in the future. From time to time, he mentioned her some important things to pay attention to. Feng Ling's mood also relaxed a lot. He picked up the tableware and started eating. He talked and laughed with him while eating, and the atmosphere became much more harmonious.

After chatting for a while, Ain looked at Feng Ling's smiling face: "It's the first time I've seen you smile at me for so long."

"Is that true?" Feng Ling's smile did not restrain himself, and he naturally curled his lips again: "Xiao Ba often complains that I don't like to laugh, saying that I don't have enough affinity, it seems that it is true."

"It doesn't matter. Not loving to laugh can also be beneficial. At least you go back to take charge of your family's business at a young age. The old fry in the company can tell at a glance that you are not a girl you want to mess with, and you can't easily see through your thoughts from your expression. This is also a good thing for you."

Feng Ling only smiled slightly again, but did not respond. He was about to use a fork to raise a piece of broccoli in the plate in front, but a faint pain suddenly came from the back of her neck. She instinctively "hissed" in a slightly relaxed environment, raised her hand and touched the position of the neck behind the collar.

"What's wrong?" Ain saw her movements.

"Ah, it's okay." Feng Ling put down his hand, and directly put a piece of broccoli in the plate in front of him: "When I was looking for something in the company's database yesterday afternoon, I was scratched by the lamp holder next to the data cabinet. It was just a skin trauma and it was cured in less than two days. The movement of raising my hand just now was too big and I accidentally pulled it to myself."

Ain stood up and walked over without waiting for Feng Ling to react. He stepped forward and pulled her collar backward. Sure enough, he saw a wound about two or three centimeters long at the back of her neck. It was not too serious, but it was obvious that a lot of blood had flowed out when she was scratched. She had not disinfected the wound. She probably just washed it with clean water. She did not tell anyone that she had any injuries here, and the wound was already a little red and swollen.

He frowned: "What a pretty girl. Every time she gets hurt, she says it's okay, saying it's just skin trauma. Could it be that you have suffered more serious injuries? Why don't you have skin trauma or skin trauma? You never regard yourself as a woman?"

Feng Ling was a little uncomfortable because a man looked at her neck at such a close distance. She shrank her neck slightly and was about to avoid it, but Ain raised her hand and pressed her head: "Don't move around, I'll take a look."

Feng Ling: "It's okay, it will be scabbed in two days, so there is no need to be like this..."

As a result, Ain pressed her head with one hand and refused to let her move. He picked up his phone with the other hand and dialed a number directly, saying to the phone: "I'll send a medical box, and I need medical disinfection cotton and some medicines to treat simple trauma. Yes, I'll send it now."

After saying that, he put down his cell phone, continued to lift Feng Ling's collar, and looked around her snow-white neck, which was only a small wound: "Don't move first, I'll help you disinfect it later."

"It's really not necessary." Feng Ling was about to get up, but he pressed his shoulder.

Ain was originally a strong man. Seeing that she was injured, it was even more impossible for her to get up and leave easily. The two of them went around like this, and they were getting closer at some point. When Feng Ling turned his eyes to look at him, Ain also lowered his head and wanted to say something to her. As a result, his breathing was approaching in an instant, and she almost hit his lips.

The man in front of him had a deep look in his eyes. He looked at her face and lips, and then he was about to kiss her head in the position of holding her head.

Suddenly, a huge gust of wind came from somewhere above the rooftop. The wind was so fast that it was a bit unusual. The dining tablecloths on the table were blowing along with it. Feng Ling also had excellent ears and felt that the sound was familiar, like the sound of some kind of large helicopter propeller. She suddenly pushed Ain away for a certain distance, and in a blink of an eye, she saw a black helicopter flying over, hovering over more than ten meters above the rooftop for a minute, and then landed on the rooftop.

When it landed, the roses covered with roses were swept by the wind, scattered around, and the ground was in a mess.

Ain turned around and saw the helicopter that suddenly landed on the rooftop of the building, and his eyebrows were shattered.

Feng Ling was also seeing the xi sign on the helicopter clearly, and his eyes had not changed at all. The cabin door opened at this moment. Li Nanheng's tall figure walked out, stepping on the roses on the ground that were about to be broken by the wind, looking at the man and woman who were almost hugging each other, and his cold eyes swept the candles and red wine on the table, and his eyes were instantly frozen.
Chapter completed!