Feng Ling looked at him lightly: "No matter who you marry, it has nothing to do with me." ”

She leaned down and picked up the pillow on the floor, and then turned around and threw it directly into the dirty laundry basket with a disgusted look on her face, as if this thing could not be left in her house without washing it once.

Looking at all the movements of the little woman that were so obvious that they could not be more obvious, each blow showed her disgust, impatience and disgust with him.

Li Nanheng suddenly remembered the day when he was not in the base, the day when he was not in the base, the day when he couldn't sleep as long as he thought about it, the day when she drank the whole bottle of brandy alone, and the day when she was thrown on the ground in public the next day, revealing all her secrets and truths, the day when all her face, all her dignity, and everything she insisted on were completely destroyed.

Thinking of all this, all his unwillingness seemed to have turned into deserved.

The man threw down his coat again: "It has nothing to do with you? I don't care or care, since you insist on looking at what happened in the past in this way, okay, I won't force you to go to dinner together?"

Feng Xuan looked at him with neurotic eyes and refused: "I don't want to eat it." ”

Li Nanheng was still not reluctant, and simply sat back on the sofa: "Then I want a takeout, I'll leave after eating." ”

Before this, Feng Ling didn't believe that Li Nanheng would be shameless to such an extent.

She looked coldly at the man on the sofa: "You want to be a scoundrel with me, right?"

The man folded his legs very calmly, and replied lightly: "Hmm." ”

"You ......"

"Can you beat me?"

“……”

"Can you push me?"

“……”

"All the military and police in the United States have a relationship with Base XI, do you think you can get me away even if you call the police now?"

“……”

"Let's order takeout. The man's tone was lazy and indifferent, so he sat on her sofa and didn't leave.

Feng Ling took a deep breath, suddenly turned around and walked into the kitchen, threw the remaining slices of bread in front of him, and put a bottle of jam heavily in front of her: "Eat!

Li Nanheng glanced at the two things on the coffee table, but he didn't mean to be picky, he reached out and picked it up, and looked at it twice: "Let me eat this at noon, I didn't eat it, and let me eat it again at night?"

"If you love to eat, if you don't eat, you will leave. Feng Ling's patience had reached its limit, looking at this man who was even more shameless than two years ago, all his calmness and indifference instantly turned into a violent emotion, and he wanted to kick him off the fifteenth floor.

Li Nanheng didn't look at her, picked up the bottle of jam again, and after looking at it twice, the corners of his lips hooked: "My hobby hasn't changed, blueberries." ”

Feng Ling didn't have so many pretentious emotions in his heart, but when he heard this, he suddenly remembered the blueberry cake he took him to eat.

It seems that she once only had a slight preference for blueberry flavors, but somehow, it became an obsession, and the taste of everything seemed to be fixed on the only choice of blueberries.

She didn't speak, just glanced at the time: "Can you finish eating in ten minutes?"

The man spread the blueberry jam on the bread slices, in fact, the bread slices were left in the refrigerator all day, not baked or heated, even if they were not hard, but they were definitely cold and would not be comfortable to eat.

The man took a few bites, then ate the two slices of bread with a little jam in three or two clicks, and then continued to spread them, not to ten minutes, but in three or four minutes she ate the rest of the slices of bread.

After eating, the man slowly closed the jar of jam and put it aside, and then looked at her: "A very hearty meal, good." ”

Feng Ling: "......"

She just wanted to say that this man had a brain problem, but the man had already stood up, picked up his coat, and threw down a faint sentence: "Excuse me." ”

And then went straight away.

Until the door opened and closed, everything around her was quiet again, and she was finally alone again.

Feng Ling silently looked at the jam bottle on the coffee table and didn't move for a long time.

……

Feng Ling is sick.

When they learned that Coach Zero, who hadn't taken a single leave since he came to work at the Budokan Hall, was sick and had taken two days of sick leave, all the students were surprised and wondered if something had happened.

And the real reason is that after Li Nanheng left that night, Feng Ling always felt that everywhere in this room was the smell of that man, in the kitchen, bathroom, sofa, living room, everywhere he went, he seemed to be able to feel the traces of that man's existence, even if he didn't leave anything.

So, on that cold night, she opened the windows of all the rooms, trying to release the man's unique smell of his own and the faint smell of tobacco.

As a result, because the window had been open for too long, it was indeed too cold outside, and then there was a place on the edge of the bedroom window that was frozen, and it could not be closed too tightly, and the air leaked when I slept at night.

Feng Ling's bed was facing the window again, and it was very unfortunate that he was successfully blown by the cold wind that leaked in this night and caught a cold.

The next morning, she couldn't get out of bed, the world was spinning, she barely took her mobile phone to call the head coach and the boss to ask for leave, and then slept all day, until the next morning, she didn't wake up until the next morning, she didn't want to eat after waking up, she boiled water, sat on the sofa wrapped in a blanket and held a cup of hot water, just drank it in small sips, and barely survived the second day of leave.

She had only taken one day off, but the next day she was still sick and couldn't make it over.

The paper for wiping the snot was filled in the paper basket, and the cough was one after another, and I had never been so sick from a cold since I was a child.

Just half-asleep on the sofa and survived another day, that night, Feng Ling was about to go to the bathroom to take a hot shower to get rid of the sickness on his body, when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

She now cares a lot about people who will suddenly knock on her door, frowning when she hears the knock, and subconsciously doesn't want to open the door, she just wants to play dead in the house.

The people outside knocked for a while and didn't hear the movement inside, and quieted down, just as Feng Ling was about to go back to the bedroom, the mobile phone on the bed suddenly rang.

She walked over while inhaling the snot in her nose, looked at the phone call that turned out to be Chen Beitian, and picked up the phone suspiciously: "Hello?"

"Why don't you open the door? Aren't you sick and resting at home?"

The person knocking on the door was Mr. Chen?

Feng Ling paused, then turned around and walked out, and when he opened the door, he saw Chen Beitian standing outside the door, and the mobile phone in his hand was the one who was talking to her.

The moment he opened the door, he saw Feng Ling's somewhat red nose wiped by the paper, Chen Bei leaned and raised his eyebrows: "I'm really sick, I thought you were avoiding me." ”

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