Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

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Feng Ling continued to sit at this table without moving, and Li Nanheng was still standing in line, but the little snacks he bought by the way were sent to her by a short while and placed on the table in front of her.

Feng Ling lowered her head and saw a variety of small jerky and delicious side dishes on the plate, as well as a few skewers that look very attractive, a plate of fruit salad, and two bottles of mineral water.

Well, this pyrotechnic gas is indeed very strong.

Ji Nuan told her last time that eating in such a place would have a different kind of happiness.

Now Feng Ling also feels that eating in this kind of place will really get a kind of satisfaction, which is a feeling that can not be satisfied by various high-end restaurants.

Li Nanheng lined up there for about 20 minutes, and finally brought over a large bowl of rice noodles.

Feng Ling saw that the man really didn't see her. The rice noodle was the one for two people, not a separate small portion.

At the same time, someone came forward eagerly to bring two bowls and cutlery, and the man bought some other things she could eat before returning and sitting down in front of her.

"Why buy such a large pot, I think the price of that small portion is better than this." Feng Ling said as she raised her hand and tried to open the chopsticks.

As a result, I did not expect that one day I could not even open a pair of chopsticks, mainly because the injury on the arm could not exert force, and the wound that had just exerted a little force may just bleed and bleeding.

Li Nanheng took the chopsticks in her hand, helped her to open it, and handed it to her, meanwhile, she said, "In the base, when I usually sit with a group of brothers and eat a big pot of rice, why didn't I see you like this? Do n’t you sit out and eat together when you go out for a mission? It ’s uncomfortable to eat rice noodles with me now? ”

After speaking, without waiting for her explanation, she picked up the small bowl in front of her and clipped some noodles out of her, then put it in front of her.

Feng Ling: "..."

She just wanted to ask a question, because she saw that the rice noodles for two people in this cauldron cost thirty-eight dollars, and that one-person portion was only fifteen yuan, and it seemed that the contents inside were not bad. Just want to say that this is not cost-effective.

But then I thought that this person was Li Nanheng after all, so I simply didn't say anything more because of the eight dollars, picked up chopsticks and started eating.

When using a small spoon to fill some soup in the rice noodle pot, Feng Ling only noticed that the soup base seemed to contain a lot of seafood. She looked back at what was written on the stall's sign. Then I saw the difference between large and small portions. It turns out that there are so many things in large portions.

She didn't notice.

That extra eight dollars is too worthwhile.

She didn't say a word, and didn't say much because of the topic just now. She just silently sandwiched the seafood in the soup base into the bowl in front of her.

Li Nan qualified to see her eating quietly, and asked with a smile: "Did you just think it was not worth it? Miss Feng, who has to take care of eight bucks, did she find something good in the soup?"

Feng Ling: "... I didn't notice it just now."

"What is it? It tastes delicious? It's so delicious that you don't even want to lift your head? You can't look straight at people?"

"..." Feng Ling raised his eyes and looked at him: "Do you have to look at you when you eat?"

"After all, I invited you. You don't look at me or talk, what's the basic courtesy?"

Feng Ling's eyelids were drawn, and he gave him a strange look.

All the food and drinks on this entire table add up to a hundred dollars. What kind of madness is Li Nanheng pumping, sitting here to learn about the people around the city who are here to care about her? What did she eat without looking at him?

She replied in a cold voice: "There are so many requests for someone to have dinner. Will I have to come back next time?"

Li Nanheng stopped the chopsticks in his hand and watched her for a moment.

Feng Ling has lowered her head and continued to eat her noodles seriously.

How can I know that the man suddenly said with a smile: "If you have said something, count it. If you come back next time, you must find time to come back. When do you plan to come out for dinner next time?"

"..."

After Feng Ling's chopsticks had a meal, he realized that he seemed to have been set down by the man, and inadvertently agreed to another appointment.

Li Nanheng pointed to her chin: "Soup."

"..."

Feng Ling raised her hand and was about to wipe the napkin. The man had already picked up a napkin and wiped a drop of soup from her chin.

She sat there without moving, only watching the man who was killing the enemy with a real sword and a real gun in the horror zone during the week, and was seriously holding a napkin to help wipe her chin and the corners of her mouth. The movement made her heart slammed into something that she had been working hard to exclude.

What it was, she didn't know.

All I knew was a little hot in my heart.

Not hot.

In the night outside the Food City, the street lights are dim, and the business inside is more and more hot during the peak hours of the night, and more and more people are in it.

The two of them were sitting near the window next to the food city, and they could see the yellow outside and the passing traffic and crowds outside.

There are many young couples who have just come to eat after work from the table next door, and a family of three with their children eating next to them. There are old people and children, as if it is a group of life diagrams. Everyone has it.

Feng Ling drank the soup with a spoon. Li Nanheng didn't eat much noodles. He just threw a piece of jerky into his mouth, and then watched Feng Ling's soup while eating.

She squinted at him: "Can you keep looking at me?"

The man's expression was a bit cold and hesitant, and he tickled his lips: "I think about the day you landed in Haicheng, the way you look in the hotel after being drunk."

Feng Ling's expression was stagnant. She didn't know what happened after she drank a bottle of red wine on the plane that day until she woke up in the hotel.

Upon hearing the man's words, she looked directly at him again: "What happened to me then? What did you say? Or did you do?"

The man looked at her meaningfully and did not say, but instead deliberately bypassed the topic and said, "It's been a long time. I don't need to dress up as a man anymore. Why doesn't my hair stay?"

Feng Ling disagreed: "Long hair is too troublesome, and short hair is used to it."

She rarely pays attention to her looks, and never cares if she is feminine. Anyway, she has short hair. She thinks it is convenient to do anything, and she never wants to keep her hair long.

Originally thought that Li Bo was reminding her that she was not feminine, but when she raised her eyes, she saw Li Nanheng sitting in the crowd and smiling at her, her eyes were dark and translucent, as if hardened, the man was tall, his legs were long, and his black clothes were clean. Clearly, there is only a shallow layer of stubble around the chin, and a strong hormonal feeling is all over his body.