Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1100: The Story of Ling and Heng (363)

After dressing Feng Ling's wound, Ji Nuan went to find a black T-shirt of Li Nanheng and helped Feng Ling put it on.

Li Nanheng came in after a while. Seeing that Ji Nuan had already squatted down dressing the wounds on Feng Ling's legs, he raised his eyebrows and chuckled. "Miss Ji, that's very thoughtful of you. Sure enough, you're way more useful than before."

Ji Nuan silently rolled her eyes. She guessed that Li Nanheng mocked her because he wanted to dress Feng Ling's wounds himself, but she took the chance away from him.

Suddenly the door was knocked.

Ji Nuan, who has been in a cold war with Mo Jingshen for a long time because of something, suddenly looked at the door with surprise. "Who is it?"

Li Nanheng glanced at her surprised expression. "Don't think too much. I just went out and talked to Mo Jingshen on the phone. He happened to be nearby. Who do you think is the one that came now?"

Ji Nuan: "…?"

"Your man is here. Are you going to open this door or me?" Li Nanheng just wanted Ji Nuan to leave him and Feng Ling alone. With her here, he couldn't even get close to Feng Ling. If he didn't call Mo Jingshen over, Feng Ling would probably follow Ji Nuan to leave without saying a word.

He stood in front of the door. Mo Jingshen was still waiting outside the door, and Li Nanheng looked at Ji Nuan with a faint smile.

The door was knocked again.

Ji Nuan was hesitating. Feng Ling glanced at them and put down the leg that was being treated, saying, "I'll open the door for Mr. Mo."

Li Nanheng glanced coldly at her. "It's none of your business."

Feng Ling froze. Since the last time in the hotel when he kept calling her 'my little wife,' she had been avoiding him instinctively, although he didn't appear during this period.

Now facing him, Feng Ling didn't know what to say. She pretended not to hear him and said to Ji Nuan, "Mr. Mo must have come here for you. Open the door for him. The wounds on my leg are not serious. I can dress them myself."

Ji Nuan wiped her hands and got up to open the door.

Ji Nuan was busy dealing with Mo Jingshen. Li Nanheng looked at Feng Ling trying to apply the medicine herself, walked over, and picked up the anti-inflammatory and hemostatic medicine. Then he bent over and evenly applied the ointment to the wounds on her legs.

As soon as the man's fingertips touched her wounds, her wound suddenly gave her a sharp pain. She sat there silently, looking at her own legs.

"You've been injured many times. Why can't you remember that when the enemy has a weapon but you don't, you should use everything in sight as your weapon instead of using your own arms and legs? How can you resist those knives and guns with your own body?" Li Nanheng applied the medicine on her wounds while complaining like her elder.

Hearing this, Feng Ling said disapprovingly, "It's easy to say. There was not even a stone on the ground in that alley and there were only walls on both sides. What could I use?"

Li Nanheng raised his head, holding the ointment with one hand and placing the other hand on her leg. "I have taught you how to untie the belt so many times. Those people were all wearing belts. Couldn't you pull off their belts to whip them?"

Feng Ling: "…

What?!

Didn't he forcibly make her untie his belt every time?

How could she have thought of this approach at that time?

At this moment, Mo Jingshen had already entered, but obviously he had something important to speak to Mrs. Mo, so he just glanced at her wounds, and when he made sure that she was not seriously injured, he turned and walked into the room next door.

Ji Nuan was about to walk towards Feng Ling, when Feng Ling said, "If it weren't for Mrs. Mo, I would not have escaped so easily."

She actually said this to Mr. Mo next door. Mr. Mo and Mrs. Mo had been in a cold war recently. Now Ji Nuan was in danger because of her. If she didn't explain for Ji Nuan, Mr. Mo would be even angrier.

Ji Nuan simply avoided all of them and went into the kitchen to get water to drink.

Li Nanheng glanced at the direction of the kitchen deadpan and then at Feng Ling lightly. "Really? Then she doesn't need you as her bodyguard, does she? Would you like to go back to the base with me?"

Feng Ling: "I'm not returning."

Li Nanheng frowned and before he said anything, Ji Nuan popped up again and fed Feng Ling the water she got from the kitchen, saying, "No, she is not going back. Why should she go back to the base? What good is there to be doing such a dangerous job with a group of men? And even if I don't need a bodyguard, I do need a good friend, right Feng Ling?"

Perhaps Ji Nuan's kind yet tough character moved Feng Ling whose heart was as hard as a stone. Feng Ling looked at Ji Nuan and smiled slightly.

Seeing Feng Ling's smile at Ji Nuan, Li Nanheng blinked.

It seemed that there were many qualities in Feng Ling's character that she did not have before after she stayed with Ji Nuan for a long while, such as patience and softness…

"Does it hurt?" Ji Nuan saw that Feng Ling's ankle was red and swollen and leaned down to touch it.

"It doesn't hurt." Feng Ling answered with a smile.

At this time, Mo Jingshen walked out of the room next door. Seeing this scene, the two men who were completely ignored exchanged a helpless glance with each other.

Not long after, Ji Nuan was led to the kitchen by Mo Jingshen and the kitchen door was immediately closed.

Seeing the kitchen's closed door, Feng Ling sat in place but remembered that she had been driving outside to avoid those people for the past two days, so her cell phone was almost out of power. When she was about to take the phone out to look, suddenly, a familiar refreshing smell came into her nose. She raised her face with a jerk and almost hit Li Nanheng's chin.

The man suddenly leaned down and carried her up from the sofa. Being held in his arms, she looked at him in shock. "What are you doing?"