The Story of Ling and Heng

Chapter 41-45

Chapter 778: The Story of Ling and Heng (41)

Seeing Feng Ling hesitating, Fattie couldn't help but say, "Feng Ling is always as quiet as a girl, except when he was on the training ground where no one could beat him. But come on, you're a man! Do you really think you're a woman after being dressed as a woman? Hurry up, there are all men here. What are you shy about?! Boss has never been so open! Don't you see Boss doesn't refuse? There are hundreds of brothers in our base but only you have the fucking chance to sit on Boss's lap, OK?"

"If you are jealous, you can now change into women's clothing and sit on his lap!" Han Jin said with a smile.

Fattie. "...This skirt is too small for me!"

"Isn't there a XXXL size? You can have a try. "

"Shit, it's not I who lost. The person taking the punishment is Feng Ling!"

Xiao Xu scolded him with a laugh, "Don't tell me it has nothing to do with you. But even if you lose and put on women's clothing to feed Boss, he probably would rather drink a hundred glasses instead of letting you sit on his lap!"

"Exactly, if Fattie sits on Boss's lap, his knee will be crushed by him!"

Fattie. "..."

The crowd started laughing again.

At this time, Feng Ling had already picked up the liquor from the coffee table, poured it into a glass, and then turned to look at Nanheng who sat still and gazed at her with his dark, deep eyes. She walked over and glanced at his strong thighs under his black stylish pants. Instead of sitting down, she just handed the glass to him and said respectfully, "Boss."

Nanheng raised an eyebrow, didn't take the glass, or move but just looked at her with a faint smile.

"Boo..." The members in the private room booed. "Feng Ling, are you serving tea to an elder? Didn't you see what we did when we took the punishment? Even if you don't understand the rules of the game, you should have learned what to do, right? Just now, you also laughed when the two members of Team One sat on the drillmaster's leg to feed him liquor. Don't tell us you don't know what you should do!"

The crowd kept heckling and Nanheng still remained silent. Feng Ling looked around at the crowd, silently bore in mind the members who heckled most happily today, and secretly decided that next time she met them on the training ground, she would definitely kick them so hard that even their parents couldn't recognize them.

Nanheng looked at Feng Ling who remained silent but obviously a bit pissed. He glanced at the crowd who were still heckling and finally his eyes fell on this "boy" who was holding the wine glass in front of him.

Seeing that she could not reject, Feng Ling had to cater to the crowd. "OK, I'll do it."

With that, Feng Ling sat on Nanheng's lap, moved her lips to force a smile at him, and then stuck the glass of golden and translucent liquor to his lips.

She blinked at the man who immediately raised a brow and looked down at her and said loudly, "Please drink, Boss!"

The crowd burst into laughter and cheered.

Nanheng gently raised the corners of his lips coldly and wickedly and put his hand that had been casually placed on the sofa around her waist. As soon as his hand touched her waist, he stared at her face.

Although Feng Ling looked strong when he was in uniform, the waist he was touching was so slender and soft as if it didn't belong to a man. His fingers gently stroked her waist as if teasing her, Feng Ling had planned to feed him liquor and leave as soon as possible, but the man's hot palm made her hairs gradually stand up.