Feng Ling put the two plastic bags on the table in his room, and then began to dig things out, and reported them to him as he took them.

"This is Aunt Jerry's specialty dish in the base canteen, I specially went to pack one, and this is a fried chicken made by Uncle Han. ”

"By the way, also, this, Aunt Jerry, I gave it to you, saying that boss, although you usually don't go to the cafeteria much, but every time you go, you will eat this, I brought it to you, she said that this kind of stewed meat was learned from a chef in northern China a few years ago, and it is rare to eat such an authentic taste in Los Angeles."

"And steak"

At the end of the report, Feng Ling was satisfied with the lunch boxes on the table one by one, and then put the bottles of wine on the table, and turned around to speak.

As soon as he turned around, the whole person suddenly hit the man's chest, Feng Ling's movements were paused, and he was busy taking a step back, but his back was already directly against the edge of the table, and there was no way to retreat.

She raised her eyes and looked at Li Nanheng, who suddenly approached at some point.

The man looked at her condescendingly, and at this moment there was a panicked expression.

Feng Ling usually wears a calm and indifferent mask, and it is rare to have such a panicked expression, but every time he has such an expression, the man who scratches his heart feels like a mosquito biting.

"What are you doing with so much food and drink?"

"Didn't Sanfat celebrate his birthday today, but they said boss, you won't go out today, and I just won't go, thinking that it is rare for the first team and the sniper team to be quiet here, so I went to the cafeteria to pack some side dishes and came over, and wanted to eat with you, boss. Feng Ling avoided backwards as he spoke, propped his hands back on the table, and tried to keep a certain safe distance from the man in front of him who was full of oppression.

Li Nanheng glanced at the food on the table behind her, and said lightly, "What's the matter with wine?"

"Didn't I just say it, it was Han Jiaoguan who let me"

"What did he tell you?"

"Didn't say anything, Instructor Han just said let me go to him and get a few bottles of wine"

"Take the wine" The man looked down at the young man's action of faintly avoiding backwards but unable to retreat, and said coolly, "What is he thinking, thinking that I don't know if he wants to get drunk with me, um"

Feng Ling""

The man's sense of oppression became more and more obvious, Feng Ling suddenly raised his hand to push him, but he didn't push it away, his hand stayed stiffly on the man, and then stiffly put it down, "Boss, I'm just kind enough to send you a few bottles of wine and side dishes, it's not that complicated"

As she spoke, she clenched her fists tightly again, and pushed him with all her might, just pushing the man an arm's length away, and turned around in an instant to leave the dangerous range in front of him.

However, as soon as she flashed over, her arm suddenly tightened, and the man held her directly, and looked at her with a faint look from the corner of his eye, "Aren't you going to eat together?"

Feng Ling paused, and wanted to withdraw his hand from his hand, but he couldn't move twice, and in a blink of an eye, he met the man's indifferent gaze, "It's eating, but can the boss let me go first." ”

As she spoke, she looked at his arm again, "The doctor didn't say that you can't use too much force on this arm in the short term, otherwise it will leave sequelae." ”

But it was precisely because he used his injured hand that Feng Ling didn't dare to use too much strength to break free, so he could only let him hold his wrist firmly and stand aside.

Originally, she was the one who took the initiative to run over, but because Li Nanheng pierced her motives with one sentence, knowing that she wanted to talk to him, she didn't have the courage to look him in the eye at this time.

Li Nanheng glanced at her with deep eyes, let go of his hand, Feng Ling instantly took a step back to the side, and endured the action of wanting to rub his wrist, only raised his hand to tidy up the clothes and neckline that were slightly crooked because of the pulling on his arm just now.

"Sit down and eat. The man said.

This atmosphere was not at all the atmosphere she had expected, it was clear that she was the one who took the initiative, but how could she become the passive one in less than a few minutes.

And it's still the kind of passivity that doesn't even have a reason to escape.

She didn't move.

Li Nanheng didn't urge, he picked up a bottle of wine on the table, and the two cups she put in the bag, put the two glasses on the table, and poured them full.

"If you want to get me drunk, the premise is that you can drink more than me. The man picked up the glass and handed it to her, his eyes cold and bottomless ink, and two points of cold light hidden in the night sky.

"Boss, you're really misunderstood. Feng Ling put down the hand that had just sorted out his neckline and glanced at him, "To put it bluntly, I just want to use the relationship between the wine table and the boss to solve this stalemate and cold war situation, I don't want to be cold like this anymore, and as for the boss saying that I am not honest enough, I also plan to explain it well, whether it is a misunderstanding or something, I should always make it clear." ”

She paused in her tone, and then said, "And it's true that as you said, boss, these bottles of wine are like pouring you down, it's indeed a bit difficult, I can't even know the amount of alcohol you drink, boss." ”

Li Nanheng handed the wine glass in front of her, and his cold voice was not slow, "Then drink." ”

Feng Ling looked at the full glass of wine again, "Boss, my alcohol consumption is not very good, you know"

"It's not that you want to use the relationship of the wine table to talk to me about not drinking a sip of wine, are these four bottles all prepared for me, I drink it, who do you look at give you courage and confidence" The man smiled at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were cold, and he was obviously still able to see through her easily.

Feng Ling's eyes froze, raised her hand to take the wine glass, hesitated for a moment before taking a sip, and was about to put it down after taking a sip, but suddenly received Li Nanheng's deep and inquiring gaze, her emotions surged in her heart for a while, and she had to directly drink all the full glass of wine.

This is the highest degree bottle of the four bottles of wine on the table, and I don't know where Han Jin got it, the wine bottle says 65 degrees of sauce-flavored liquor, made in China.

Most of what Feng Ling has drunk in the United States is foreign wine, red wine or some other alcohol, both high and low, but at most two or three glasses can not be drunk anymore.

As soon as this liquor was in my stomach, it was first spicy in my throat, and then there was a burning heat in my stomach.

Feng Ling held the empty cup in his hand, and he was not comfortable for a while because of the burning in his stomach, after all, he had never drunk such a strong wine.

Is this considered to be lifting a stone to shoot himself in the foot, knowing that these wines can't pour Li Nanheng at all, but he still took a few bottles that were slightly stronger, and the first one turned out to be drunk by himself.

Li Nanheng retracted the gaze placed on her, picked up another poured wine on the table, drank it directly, and then put the wine glass on the table, and the sound of the glass falling on the table made Feng Ling raise his eyes clearly.