The Story of Ling and Heng

Chapter 166-170

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, 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 her 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.