Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1127: The Story of Ling and Heng (390)

Feng Ling: "…I was slightly dazed from the sleep. I didn't hear you well."

"…"

As expected of Feng Ling. All of the other women acted as though they wished they could replay every single one of his words to search for any signs of emotions. She, on the other hand, was truly the model representation of being heartless.

Li Nanheng glanced at the side and noticed the food court they had visited previously. He recalled that Feng Ling had enjoyed the noodles there and even said it had become her preference in this country. He decisively drove the car back and spoke into the phone: "All right. Wash your face and get your spirits up. Prepare to welcome your husband home."

Feng Ling: "…??? What husband? I don't have a husband."

However, the man had already hung up the phone. He alighted the car and headed for the crowded food court.

The food court did not only offer various specialty dishes. There were also various small stalls that sold little trinkets for girls.

While waiting for the noodles to be prepared, Li Nanheng found the queue to be too crowded and decided to stroll around.

As he passed by those stalls and noticed the little trinkets being sold, he discovered that he had never seen these things in Feng Ling's room or luggage.

Her old room also didn't have these. Although she occasionally went out to shop, she never bought much.

Was it because she didn't like them, or because she had never seen them before?

Li Nanheng casually picked what seemed like a small music box. The moment he held it up, it began playing a soft tune. He watched it for a while but still placed it down.

Spit, it wasn't suitable for her at all. If he bought it, she would surely break it within minutes.

He turned to scan the handmade scarves sold by the side.

Recently, it was becoming colder in T City. A scarf would surely come in handy.

Li Nanheng shifted his brows and recalled that Feng Ling usually only wore clothes that were black, white or grey in colour. Most of the time, black was the colour she chose. As a result, she always appeared especially cold.

If it was black…

What colours would go well with it?

He scanned the scarves and picked up a red one. The quality wasn't bad. It was handmade and it seemed like it would keep her warm. He imagined Feng Ling wearing it and felt that she would definitely look good in it. He directly paid for it and left.

On the way back to collect the noodles, he noticed another shop selling handmade soaps and various little trinkets. Various tubes of hand cream were also displayed.

On the bottom, a short description was written: "Moisturizing and hydrating. Calluses will fade with long term use…"

Feng Ling's hands were fair and smooth, but when he touched them carefully, he could feel the thin layer of callus that had formed from her frequent use of guns.

As a man, he had never used a hand cream before. He had also never seen her using one. He wasn't sure if the claims were truthful but after considering it, he stepped forward to ask: "How long will it take to remove the calluses?"

The employee with exquisite make-up responded with enthusiasm: "Sir, this particular hand cream was made with papaya. Its effects are similar to the papaya ointment sold in Australia. In fact, it's even more effective than that. It's very hydrating. We released this hand cream this year. Now that the weather is turning cold, both men and women tend to suffer from dry skin. Applying some of this will be very good for the skin…"

Afterward, a speech only women could understand was passionately delivered. However, Li Nanheng only comprehended a few words: After long term use, calluses will gradually soften and disappear.

In the past, Li Nanheng never found anything wrong with the calluses on Feng Ling's palms. After the long period of training in the base, her skin did not darken nor did she become seriously affected. A thin layer of callus on her palm didn't cause trouble for anyone.

However, Wen Leqing once casually mentioned that women would always mind these details. It was in their nature to chase beauty and perfection.

After listening to the employees' fancy anecdotes and enthusiastic promotion, Li Nanheng did not say more. He directly bought two tubes of hand cream.

He then collected the prepared noodles and drove back to the hotel.

After this customer bought his hand cream, several of the employees kept their eyes on him. They watched as he bought a bowl of noodles to go and left. After seeing the car he drove, they recalled the coat and suit he was wearing and felt that he definitely wasn't a simple figure.

Furthermore, not only was his clothes and aura unique, just by standing in the crowd, he clearly stood out.

However, he actually bought a bowl of noodles to-go. Wasn't this sort of man supposed to live in a seven stars hotel and have expensive food for every meal?

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Several minutes later, Li Nanheng parked his car in the underground parking lot of a seven stars hotel. He carried a plastic bag containing various trinkets and another bag containing a bowl of noodles and entered the elevator.

Feng Ling had yet to shower. She had already showered once in the morning and aside from leaving briefly to do some shopping in the day, she did not do much. She also didn't sweat. After her earlier nap, her mind still felt dazed and heavy. She really wanted to sleep.

However, she recalled that Li Nanheng was almost home and decided to wait a little longer. She kept away the books she read in the afternoon.

Very quickly, the man pushed open the door.

Feng Ling came out of the bedroom not because he was back, but because of the familiar scent of noodles. She looked at the bag he was holding: "You bought… noodles?"

The little woman stood there in her pajamas and appeared just like a little wife waiting for her husband to return home. Li Nanheng lifted his brows: "Go bring a bowl over."

Feng Ling immediately went to the kitchen and brought out a bowl. She received the noodles from him and poured it in. When she turned back, he handed her another bag.

She opened it for a look. There was a red, hand-knitted scarf. It felt soft and warm against her skin. There were also two tubes of hand cream.

Feng Ling stood there in slight confusion. She could not understand why he bought these things.

"Don't stand there in a daze. Go eat your food."

Feng Ling placed the bag down and turned to return to the table. She scooped some of the noodles into a small bowl and found it hard to imagine someone like Li Nanheng heading to the food court alone to buy this sort of thing for her.

Previously, she had acted on an impulse when she asked to go there. Li Nanheng did not appear uncomfortable to be sitting there, but the more she watched him, the more she had found that he didn't fit in well.

And so, she never expected that Li Nanheng would specially make a trip there again. He even bought these noodles for her.

Furthermore, this was precisely the taste she previously enjoyed. Although he didn't say much back then, he actually remembered that this was what she liked.

Feng Ling turned to look at the bag left on the couch.

She remembered that there were stores selling these trinkets near the foodcourt.

Did Li Nanheng buy these things for her on the way?

To think that, a big man like him who often descended on the battlefield like the King of Hell, would visit that sort of place to buy these little trinkets for her. The sight of it must have been frightening to behold…