Seeing the scene where one of his legs was blocked by the sofa, Feng Ling asked in surprise: "When did you wake up?"

"Just just woke up." Li Nanheng put down his arm and turned to the direction she was: "What sounds outside just now."

"Ah, I'm killing a chicken, has it disturbed you?"

“…You can kill?”

"I checked it online and saw the tutorial on killing chickens. I tried to kill one. It's okay, it was quite successful." Feng Ling held the handle on the door in one clean hand, and there was still some blood on the other hand. He was wearing a Qianjia home clothes and his long hair was tied behind his head, looking gentle and calm. When he talked about killing chickens, he still looked cold.

Li Nanheng: "Is there any tutorial for this thing?"

"Yes." Feng Ling finished speaking and looked at his legs again: "You move your legs out ten centimeters to the right, and then walk forward to the bedroom door. In front of the bedroom door is about six or seven meters away from the sofa in the living room. There are no obstacles in the middle, can you come out by yourself?"

"Can."

"Okay, I'll continue to kill." After saying that, Feng Ling opened the bedroom door for him and turned around and went back to the kitchen.

Li Nanheng was a little amused and moved his legs away from the single sofa in the bedroom as she said, and smoothly left the bedroom. He then slowly moved his steps forward, measuring the distance according to his own steps, and after reaching the certain position, the edge of his leg did touch the edge of the sofa in the living room.

He touched the back of the sofa, looked for the sound of the kitchen and turned around, imagining the scene where Feng Ling was killing the chicken, and inexplicably remembered the incident that Ah K had said on the phone about not recognizing her.

Li Nanheng's heart trembled after not saying anything, turned around and walked towards the approximate direction of the kitchen, raised his hand and touched the wall that he almost hit, then walked along the wall to the kitchen door, and looked inside.

Feng Ling was squatting on the ground and fighting hard. When he heard the movement, he turned around and saw Li Nanheng, who had eyes without focal length, stretching his head to "look" at him.

The inexplicable and powerful expression of survival made Feng Ling's eyes twitch.

"Do you need help?" Li Nanheng asked.

Feng Ling glanced at him: "What can you help?"

Li Nanheng is usually absolutely strong inside, and even if he was ridiculed by Feng Ling, he would not feel any shot. Perhaps except when he was in Israel at that time, he felt that he might not be able to survive, so he avoided people. Otherwise, as long as he did not face death directly, even if Feng Ling is angry with him because he can't see him, he would not be hurt.

The man showed half of his head in front of the kitchen door, thinking: "Stand by the side to direct you?"

"I'm just a chicken wing with my knife. I can do it for you to command?" Feng Ling continued to lower his head to fiddle with the chicken that was almost processed: "It's not in the base, I also have to direct you how to use a gun."

Li Nanheng stood in front of the door and smiled.

Feng Ling lowered his head and treated it for a while, and suddenly turned around and saw that Li Nanheng had not left yet.

There is no gauze on his eyes now. Even if he can't see it, he just stood here and looked in her direction, which is really...

"Can you go back to the sofa and sit down first, wait for me to apply medicine to your eyes later, and don't stand here."

"how?"

"I can't cut you with this knife."

Li Nanheng raised his eyebrows, nodded as if he was very understanding, and turned around and walked forward to touch the air.

...

After packing up the messy scene in the kitchen, Feng Ling cleaned up his somewhat embarrassed clothes. Later, he simply took a shower. After taking a shower, he went to get the medicine doctor told her to apply to his eyes on time every day to help him apply to his eyes.

Feng Ling's movements were very light. Every time he applied medicine, he seemed to be afraid of touching his eyes, but he had to touch them with his fingers.

Li Nanheng sat on the sofa with his eyes closed and said slowly: "If my eyes cannot be cured for the rest of your life, you can't help me apply medicine like this for the rest of your life."

"Why can't?" Feng Ling's tone was calm, not affected by his words at all, and patiently took the medical gauze in his hand: "The doctor said that you are just because of brain congestion and compression of the visual nerves, and some chemical toxic smoke. You may be able to see it suddenly, and you may not see it for ten or twenty years. You respect the doctor's advice every day, and there will be no mistakes."

"I heard your tone, I really feel deeply in love with me, a disabled person who cannot see his eyes, and I don't dislike him at all." The man smiled.

Feng Ling helped him paste gauze, then stepped back and carefully checked whether it was neatly so that one thing on top and one bottom would not look too funny. Then he went forward and adjusted the gauze on his left eye, and said while adjusting: "Of course not. You have seen me in my teenage appearance and I have also seen me in my twenties. You have seen me when I was the most beautiful, and you will always remember it."

"Hmm, so?"

"If you really can't see me in the future, there's nothing wrong with it, at least you can't see me as old." Feng Ling moved his hand away from the medical gauze on his eyes, and was satisfied that his ability to apply medicine and apply gauze was getting better and better now.

She was about to walk away, but suddenly her wrist increased and the man suddenly held it in her hand.

"I want to see." He held her hand, his tone calm but also had a certain firmness in his mouth.

Want to see, what do you think? Do you see how she will grow old in the next few decades?

This inexplicable and obscure agreement that the two of them would slowly end their lives together sounded a little faster. Feng Ling looked down at the hand he held in his hand.

She calmed down for a while and said, "There is something you haven't answered me yet."

"What?"

"The tming thing and the one billion financing thing, how did you know that what I wanted to do most at that time was these two things? The clean funds retained within tming can be used to fill the funding bank for Feng's family and use it for emergency fund operation. Everything happened to help me. Did I really say something to you after drinking too much?"

Li Nanheng curled his lips lightly, let go of his hand from her wrist, and calmly pulled the thin blanket on his legs upwards: "Do you know your condition after drinking too much?"

“…of course I don’t know.”

Li Nanheng smiled: "You held my legs and called me to my husband, and asked me to help you kill tming and Feng Mingyi, and asked me to help you get one billion yuan in financing. Seeing that your little look of begging people was so charming, I couldn't bear it, so I started after leaving the resort."

Feng Ling: "..."

She turned around and looked around, then suddenly looked towards the kitchen.

Li Nanheng raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you talk? What are you doing?"

Feng Ling had no expression on his face: "I'm looking for the knife I just killed the chicken."

Li Nanheng: “…ha?”

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(I just noticed that there is double monthly ticket again. It’s the end of the month. Dads who have monthly tickets, please be favored~)
Chapter completed!