Li Nanheng seemed to be smiling and his voice was light: "The reason why he didn't ask anyone to drive me out is not because you are afraid that they will be injured?"

Feng Ling: “…………”

"What the hell are you going to do?"

"I'll wait for you to take it in."

"If you want me to take in someone like you? Even if I take in you, the result will be the same. There is no possibility for me and you again!" Feng Ling had already said it clearly enough.

Li Nanheng nodded seriously: "That's just a simple intake. If I don't hook up with you, I will be an assistant for you honestly. How about it?"

Feng Ling: "..."

The man said the big words "There is a trap" on his forehead.

She raised her hand and stroked her forehead, closed her eyes, and took out a business card from the drawer expressionlessly and threw it in front of him: "I won't accept you until you die. If you have to do this, the KTV next door is recruiting waiters. I see that your image in all aspects meets the standards they want."

Li Nanheng sat there motionlessly, looked at the business card she threw in front of him, and glanced at her with a puzzled look.

Feng Ling helped him solve his doubts: "This is the phone number of the ktv boss."

Li Nan glanced at her and instantly felt a few dangers.

Feng Ling didn't want to pay attention to him anymore, so he got up, passed by him with a cold face, turned around and entered the classroom without looking back.

...

At 4 pm, Chen Beiqing will come for this afternoon class.

In order to avoid Li Nanheng, Feng Ling never left the classroom all afternoon, and was too lazy to ask him whether he had left or not. Anyway, she didn't have much energy now, so she just sat in the classroom waiting for the next class of students to come.

When Chen Beiqing walked into the classroom, he happened to see Feng Ling handing over the empty cup in his hand to a student and asked the student to help her out to get a cup of hot water back.

He looked outside for a few glances and walked in: "You're coming to work before you recover?"

Feng Ling glanced at him without responding. He only said thank you when the student sent her the water cup back, and then put it aside.

Chen Beiqing came over and was about to reach out to touch her forehead. Feng Ling turned his face away and looked at him again: "What are you doing?"

Chen Beiqing's hand paused in the air, realizing that her cold and hard temper was really resistant to her forehead when he touched her, so he had to put his hand down: "I want to see if you have a fever, because your face is very bad."

"I have a cold, it's not that serious. I'll go to class with them on time. You're very skilled in your movements. Just do what I say." Feng Ling said, looking out again. Seeing that other students were coming one after another, he didn't say much. However, when Chen Bei turned around tactfully and was about to go to class, Feng Ling remembered the bowl of ginger soup he specially sent. He seemed to be really too cold. She added: "Thank you for the bowl of ginger soup before."

This is probably the first time I have heard her speak to me actively in such a long time, and the first time I have heard her not so stiff and cold tone.

Chen Bei leaned back to look at her, and immediately curled his lips. He was about to speak, but he heard Feng Ling's second half of the sentence: "But please don't go to my house again in the future. I don't like other people to disturb my house, and I don't like being touched by unfamiliar people too close to their private life."

Chen Beiqing looked at her for a while, and suddenly stood there and stopped moving. His hands were hanging on both sides of his body. After a while, his tongue pushed hard on the left half of his cheek. He suddenly turned around and leaned over and pressed his hands directly on the wall behind her. Feng Ling was still sitting there leaning against the wall. His movement was caught off guard and she didn't react for a while. When he reported it, he had been trapped by Classmate Chen, who had always regarded as a student.

Her eyes paused, then became cold: "What are you doing? Class is coming soon. How do you look like..."

"What is wrong with me? I have been pursuing you for so long, but from more than a year to now, I have never even got a smile on you. You have a cold, I want to go to your address and send you a bowl of ginger soup. Not only did you not let me come in and sit, but I got your disgust. You said, what do I do?"

Although the man in front of me was only in his early twenties and was just an international student, the gentleness in his body was a little displeasure and obvious resentment at this moment. His eyes looked at her very close because of the distance he lowered his body, staring straight into her always cold and unwarranted eyes: "At the time, you were in the parking lot, suddenly appeared in front of me, and the whole person jumped into my world directly. I can't control my growing liking for you, but I also tried hard to pursue slowly and not annoy you. Why, a bowl of ginger soup is your own, are you afraid of others entering your life too strongly, or are you resisting something? I feel that what you resist is not just me, but you completely trap yourself in a very narrow corner and refuse anyone to get close to your heart. Have you ever been hurt? Can't you say it out? You must hold it like this?"

Feng Ling didn't expect that he had always been gentle and polite to him, and even delivering flowers was someone who would not force him even if she didn't accept it. He would suddenly turn around and really startle her.

At the same time, before she could come back to her senses from the shock and before she could push the person open, the door of the classroom suddenly opened again.

"Ah Ling, this Mr. Li..." The boss walked into the door with a pleasing look on his face. He originally wanted to discuss something with Feng Ling, but when he saw this scene as soon as he came in, his eyebrows twitched twice and his words choked into his mouth.

The man who walked in behind the boss of the martial arts hall was tall and straight, and had already changed into the clothes of the martial arts hall that were unique to Feng Ling, who was the same as Feng Ling. His cold eyebrows and eyes looked even colder when he saw this scene inside. His black eyes were deep and cold looking at the woman who was half-forced and almost imprisoned by the wall.

When Feng Ling's expression was stunned when he saw Li Nanheng's eyes, he saw his clothes again and understood something in an instant, and directly stared at the boss: "Boss, you..."

The owner of the martial arts hall said a little embarrassed and pleasingly: "I think you work so hard on your daily basis. You're so tired that you're sick. You've always planned to find an assistant for you. It just so happened that Mr. Li is good at it and takes the initiative to apply to be an assistant coach. Then let him follow you from now on."

Apply?

Li Nanheng still needs to apply? Opening a martial arts hall is originally a business-making money. I don’t know how much money Li Nanheng spent in, so the boss looked so embarrassed. Even though she knew that she would definitely not agree, she still brought this bastard in!
Chapter completed!