Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

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Li Nanheng didn't move anymore, he still sat there: "Well, I'll stay with you here."

Feng Ling glanced at him: "Did you hear the point?"

"what?"

"I said I want to be alone."

Li Nanheng looked at her for a while, then seemed a little embarrassed, coughed, picked up the clothes on the sofa and wore them slowly, it seemed that the back really hurts, and when he put on the sleeves, he did not take off as he did. After neatly snapping his arms twice, he saw that Feng Ling didn't want to come and help him get dressed, and finally put on his own clothes.

"The thin blanket on the sofa can be covered. If it is not warm enough, there is a bed and a quilt in the next room." Li Nanheng stood up, after all, knowing that Feng Ling had no patience with him now, he wanted to take the aggressive offensive method of the past and it was absolutely useless. You can only take it slowly, not in a hurry.

Feng Ling didn't answer. He picked up the thin blanket on the sofa only after he got up, folded it aside, and she didn't mean that he had covered something.

Li Nanheng felt a breath stuck in his chest, looked at her, raised his hand and gently moved his arm. After pulling his back, he turned pale again.

Feng Ling glanced at him: "Don't go to rest if you have an injury. What do you want to do next to me? If you mind if I'm here, I'll go out now and stand in the corridor for a few hours."

Want to stay longer?

Li Nanheng looked at her with a sullen voice and wanted to speak, but saw Feng Ling directly retract her gaze and no longer look at him.

... Really. He. Damn, he has never encountered such a difficult person in his life, he is still a woman.

"Get off early." The man finished speaking, and no longer continued waving his arms in front of her, and turned back to the bedroom.

The living room was restored to quietness, and the strong and clear taste of the man finally fell away. Feng Ling felt that she could breathe harder. After sitting on the sofa for a while, she lay directly on the sofa. on.

Although the surrounding environment and this living room seem strange, she doesn't seem to be particularly uncomfortable. The medicine has not completely disappeared. In fact, her head has been hurting. She lay there for a while and looked at the simple decoration. Clean living room, and glanced at the white walls again. In her mind, she was suddenly awakened by the car. The whole person rolled down from the back seat. After waking up, she saw Li Nanheng pulled open the deformed door and jumped in. That scene.

No matter how long my eyes were closed, the scene in my head couldn't be wiped out.

Finally, Feng Ling rolled over on the sofa, and squeezed her head into the corner of the sofa.

...

The next day, early in the morning.

Feng Ling didn't know how long he had slept. In short, he had been insomnia since the beginning of last night, but fell asleep later, but after all, he had a lot of dreams.

I haven't had so many dreams in a long time.

It wasn't until dawn that she managed to sleep well.

There was a faint smell of food in the air, it was very light, and it had a strange smell. It was strange to say that it was really strange.

Because of these smells, she had to open her eyes and saw that it was dawn, and then glanced at the kitchen door in the direction of the smell. From the angle of the sofa, only a corner of the man's back was exposed.

Feng Ling looked at that direction in doubt, got up and walked over, and in front of the kitchen door, he saw a wounded person who had just been hit by a stick yesterday was standing in the kitchen, breaking two eggs and putting them on a plate. Then use chopsticks to stir the eggs there with awkward movements.

Until she saw the man open the rice cooker next to her, she saw that the porridge was actually cooked inside, but the water in the porridge seemed to be drained, it was dry, and it was like the rice was accidentally filled with water. .

After seeing the man's action of pouring eggs into the frying pan, Feng Ling couldn't stand it and walked over: "What are you doing?"

The man turned the egg pie in the pot with chopsticks, and looked at her sideways: "Why not sleep more?"

Feng Ling looked at the bitter egg in the pot: "It smells strange, so look up."

"Strange?"

Feng Ling glanced at the contents of his pot again: "What else is there besides oil?"

"I put some honey, doesn't it mean that girls like to eat sweet? I made a honey omelette."

Feng Ling: "………………"

I used to know that Master Li Da can do everything, but he really ca n’t do anything about cooking. When she lived in his apartment, she had eaten several times when he personally cooks. How do you say? , Cooked is cooked, will not eat bad stomach, but it is very terrible, terrible enough that in addition to her growing up in the wolf pack, other people should be difficult to swallow.

But I didn't expect that it had been more than two years, but there was no energy at all.

"Do you want to make breakfast?" Feng Ling asked.

Li Nanheng gave her a look of "Do I look like I'm making dinner?"

Feng Ling pursed her lips, and suddenly reached out to take over the frying pan in his hand: "Let's go, don't block."

Seeing Feng Ling's attitude seemed to be in the kitchen, Li Nanheng voluntarily gave way.

After letting go, in a blink of an eye I saw Feng Ling was very skilled at pouring out the eggs that could not be eaten in the pot, brushed the pot again, put it back on the stove, poured some water in three or two times, and beat After putting in two eggs, one or two minutes later, two very perfect poached eggs had been put on the plate next to her.

Looking at the two golden-colored poached eggs, Li Nanheng glanced at Feng Ling's hand again, and then watched her skillfully refilling the rice in the rice cooker with boiling water to cook.

"Your previous cooking skills were average. Where did you learn this now?"

Feng Ling continued to be busy, did not look back at him, and replied indifferently: "I'm not a young master like you. Someone will leave the base every day to come to the door to take care of your diet and live. It ’s strange that two years is enough for me to learn how to make something to eat. "

Li Nanheng looked at her as if she was more proficient than when she was cooking two years ago. Standing aside, watching her, her mouth inadvertently ticked.

Feng Ling just because he really could n’t keep up with his cooking skills. He obviously did n’t make good food and was hurt. What did he do when he ran into the kitchen early in the morning?

She hadn't said she would have breakfast here, would she eat it when he did? And it's so unpalatable.

She packed up the things in the kitchen, and then prepared the other ingredients. After preparing a few good breakfasts, she was preparing to bring the plates to the outside table. When she turned around, she suddenly saw a man watching her all the time. Feng Ling's movement suddenly stopped. He raised his eyes and saw the man look at her, as if looking at a little daughter-in-law.