Chapter 1212: Wind Chimes in the South, Hengmu in the North (475)
The man laughed directly, and did not hesitate to taunt him: "Who was the person who was almost killed in the parking lot just now?"
Feng Ling: "...... It was just an accident, I was careless for a while, and I will definitely put a hundred and twenty vigilance in the future, and there will be no more trouble. β
At this point, Li Nanheng was also sure that as long as Feng Ling was really aware and could really stay vigilant at all times, no one would be able to get close to her and hurt her.
The man chuckled: "So I should be grateful to you for letting your guard down this time, that's why you gave me the opportunity to save the beauty of the hero?"
Feng Ling's face was expressionless: "I am the hero." β
The man raised an eyebrow: "Then what am I?"
She looked at the man on her lap, although his face was slightly pale, but still very good-looking, and put the finger attached to her head on his chin, and gently hooked his finger on his chin and face: "You are beautiful." β
Feng Ling, who had always been restrained in emotional matters, suddenly teased him like this, and the man was about to get up and go to his relatives, Feng Ling continued to press his head with his hand before he moved: "Don't move!"
Li Nanheng: "......"
He then sighed: "That little hero, you just got up not long ago, and the hot pot materials you brought back are still in the car and haven't been picked up, are you hungry?"
I was scared to death by the scene of him crashing into the car, where can I care about hunger.
Feng Ling whispered: "I'm not hungry, it won't be good if I don't eat one or two meals once in a while." β
"I'm hungry. When the man said these three words, his eyes were fixed on her.
Feng Ling was very quick to understand this time, because the man looked at her eyes when he spoke, and instantly understood what he meant by hunger.
I was oppressed by him for so long last night, and I came twice in the morning, and I haven't fed him yet?
She didn't speak, just glared at him, then gently and slowly put his head back on the pillow, got up and went to pick up the fruit on the coffee table on the sofa, picked up an orange and walked back, peeling it as she went, and then stuffed the orange petal into the man's mouth: "Eat fruit first when you're hungry." β
One of the fruits that Li Nanheng usually hates the most is oranges, and when he was stuffed with such a bite, his whole face was instantly sour, and he wanted to endure the taste of oranges and swallowed it reluctantly, and then looked at Feng Ling's calm appearance of eating oranges there, and admired: "You can eat it so sourly, people who don't know still think you are pregnant." β
Feng Ling's eyes glanced directly at him, and because of his words, he suddenly glanced at the used contraceptive condoms in the trash can, ate the remaining orange petals in three or two clicks, and then said: "It's not so sour, you think it's sour because you hate eating this, so your senses are amplified, and a little sour taste is said to be very sour, but it's actually relatively sweet." β
"Really?" the man lay there honestly, probably because he really had a headache if he moved, so he didn't move, and whispered, "How sweet?"
Feng Ling walked over to help him lift the quilt up, but suddenly the man suddenly raised his hand at this time and pressed her head down again: "Come, I'll taste it." β
At the moment when he was almost kissed, Feng Ling hurriedly pressed the man's head back, but he was still careful not to make much movement, so as not to aggravate the discomfort of his concussion, but after seeing that he had been lying down for a long time, it was estimated that he had recovered a lot, and his face was not as white as just now.
Fortunately, the injury was not serious, otherwise Feng Ling would not be in the mood to laugh with him here now.
A few minutes later, the landline in the room rang, Feng Ling went to answer the phone, it was the police calling, after explaining the matter in detail, he asked her if she had offended anyone, or if there were any other clues that could be said, Feng Ling had no evidence in his hand, and it was impossible to directly say the object of suspicion, just briefly said the situation he saw at the time and the text message he received, and also said the number that sent the text message, and then hung up the phone.
This phone call lasted about ten minutes, and when she looked back, she saw Li Nanheng with her eyes closed as if she was asleep.
The doctor did say that the concussion needed more sleep and rest, and even if the man was physically strong, he hadn't slept at all last night or this morning, and then went out again, and he probably hadn't rested well, and now he can sleep for a while.
She was just about to turn around and walk out of the bedroom of the hotel suite, when the man on the bed with his eyes closed suddenly said: "Be obedient in the room, don't go out and walk around, and return to the base tomorrow morning when the snow clears on the road, and will not delay the training schedule of the youth team." β
"Hmm. Feng Ling responded, in fact, the balance in her heart is now inclined to Li Nanheng, and she can temporarily hand it over to Han Jin to help manage it for a day or two on the newcomer side of the base.
However, Li Nanheng's injury was not serious, and there was no need to trouble others too much, so she didn't say much, only said: "I'll go get some food, you rest first." β
Li Nanheng, who was suddenly reduced to being taken care of by Feng Ling, did not speak again, but hooked his lips lightly, obviously in a good mood.
Feng Ling stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window last night, looking at the snow scene outside the window.
According to the information revealed by the police on the phone just now, the drunk man was really drunk, although he was consciously about to do something, but his way of thinking and speaking was not very clear, and he needed to wait for the alcohol concentration in his body to be gone before he was re-interrogated.
However, they have found out the identity of the person who drove the car, it was a local taxi driver in Los Angeles, he started gambling last month, owed more than one million to the casino, his wife left directly with the child in a fit of anger, this is the family situation of the person they found, as for the account in his name, three days ago, received a mysterious anonymous account of 2 million remittances.
Although the bank has the responsibility to cooperate with the police investigation, it should make every effort to find out who the mysterious transfer account is, but some special banks in Los Angeles also have a separate system for some rich people with particularly good conditions, that is, some VVVIP-level customers can hide their account names, in this case, it is difficult to check, because this mode of hiding the account name cannot be found out by the bank's system, this is the distinguished treatment they give to VVVIP-level customers, and it is also a loophole that has not been noticed, so it cannot be checkedγ
There are really few people Feng Ling can think of who wants to kill him, except for the people who have offended him during the previous mission, it seems that there are really none.
But if it is someone who has fought during the mission, if those people want to secretly murder her, it is absolutely impossible to be such a simple way, those people are used to violence and blood, and they will not be ruthless and delicate.
There is such a level of treatment in the bank......
She picked up her phone, flipped through the locked photo album inside, and looked at the photo taken by herself of the ring jade and jade pendant that were exactly buckled together, thoughtfully.