Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 903: The Story of Ling and Heng (166)

The suitcase was opened.

A few clean white breast wraps were placed in the suitcase.

The answer was self-evident.

Li Nanheng looked at those things, leaned down, picked up the cloth strips, looked at them, and put them back quietly. Then he closed the suitcase and pushed it back under the bed.

Squatting by the bed, he slowly turned his eyes to the bathroom, then got up and walked over. He pushed open the door of the bathroom and saw some toiletries placed there. The bathroom was full of a light fragrance, which was unique to Feng Ling.

Turning to look at the table next to it, the man opened the drawer with one hand. Sure enough, he saw a pack of sanitary napkins, white and soft, lying in the drawer. A secret that was hidden for years suddenly came out.

She was a woman.

Next door.

Feng Ling quickly sorted out the files after turning on the computer and looked back at the door that she didn't close. She had thought that Li Nanheng would come behind her soon, but it had been a few minutes, and he hadn't come yet. Was he waiting in her room?

With a bang, a thunder pierced the sky, and a flash of lightning appeared and disappeared.

Feng Ling's face was shimmering under the light of the computer screen, calm and soft. She was looking at the screen and sorted out the files carefully.

However, these files seemed to be old ones. She remembered she had seen these files last time. How come Boss suddenly asked her to sort out them again? Was there any new instruction in the base?

Just when Feng Ling finished sorting out these files, she suddenly felt a chill down the spine. She stopped tapping on the keyboard and looked back, only to see the man standing in front of the door.

The man entered the door, looked at her, and walked straight toward her.

He was staring at her.

Feng Ling had never seen him looking at her this way before.

He seemed to be angry while trying to cover up his true emotions.

"Is there a problem with these files?" Feng Ling asked.

Li Nanheng's eyes were deep and cold. Some loud noises in his heart and some shock from the depths of his soul made him surprisingly calm. He took out a silver lighter from his pocket and said. "No problem, just do your job."

Feng Ling looked at him again, but he had turned around, pushed the window open, and walked straight to the balcony of his room.

Li Nanheng turned his back to Feng Ling, who was busy in front of the computer, held his phone, took out a cigarette, and put it into his mouth. Listening to the clicking sound from behind, he turned his face sideways and looked into the empty and dark base indifferently.

Feng Ling somehow felt that he looked a bit oppressing.

The man was smoking. She raised her eyes and looked at him. After about ten seconds, the man puffed a smoke ring to the night sky and said coldly, "What are you waiting for? Continue."

Feng Ling quickly withdrew her gaze and stared at the screen, but she tapped the keyboard a bit more slowly. She didn't know what happened. Was it because of the sanitary napkin? But Auntie Jie Li had helped her solve it, hadn't she? Boss didn't quite like those members of Team Three, so he wouldn't believe what they said.

But for some reason, she still felt uneasy, so she looked up at the man's back from time to time.

He only stood there smoking, not saying anything to her, nor forcing her, or targetting her.

"Feng Ling." The man's deep voice sounded exceptionally sexy mixed with the wind, thunder, and the heavy rain outside the window. "What happened during the days when I had a high fever on the snowy mountain?"

Feng Ling turned her eyes to the computer screen again. Saving the files and marking the date, she said flatly, "Nothing."

Her answer was as he had expected.

Liar!

Li Nanheng was still struggling to maintain his sanity. If not, he would have directly pulled out the dagger in his boots and cut open her clothes.

"I suddenly remembered that these files are old ones, and the new files will not be sent to my email box until tomorrow morning," The man said coldly. "You don't have to sort them out."

"Suddenly remembered?" Feng Ling stopped her hand and looked coldly at the man on the balcony. "Boss, you are really forgetful."

Li Nanheng turned his eyes to her and said slowly, "What else have I forgotten? You can remind me. Perhaps your words can ring a bell."

"No." Feng Ling said with a straight face, "Boss, maybe you're too busy, so you forgot these are old files. After all, you are the boss. Even if you let me sort out the files from a year ago, I can't have any complaints."

With that, she asked, "Can I go back now?"

Li Nanheng extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand and said simply, "Yes, you can."

So simple?

It seemed that nothing had happened.

Feng Ling was a bit relieved, but she wondered why Boss suddenly asked her to come over and sort out the old files. Did he really forget these were old files?

Feng Ling thought perhaps she didn't pay enough attention to Boss usually, so she didn't know what he was thinking of at all.

"It's raining outside. Remember to close the door and windows." Li Nanheng looked at the rain outside the balcony, saying, "It's almost winter. Wear more clothes."

Feng Ling turned her eyes to him again, but all she could see was his back. She nodded and walked away.

After returning to her room, she looked at the things under the bed and everything else. Nothing seemed to change.

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The rain was heavy. This should be the last rain before winter this year. The wind was chilly, but couldn't be compared with the cold wind on the Rogers Pass.

Li Nanheng still stood on the balcony smoking. He took another cigarette but didn't light it. He put it into his mouth but soon took it out. The light of the room next door was on, and the rain hit the balcony from above and fell on the window in the balcony next door.