Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1283: The Story of Ling and Heng (546)

Although it was only a small wound, and it didn't bleed much, Feng Ling felt uncomfortable being seen by a stranger.

In the past six months in England, she had never fought with anyone. When she was by Ji Nuan's side, she could only serve as a deterrent. After all, MN Group also had security guards and professional bodyguards. Feng Ling was here to learn. Ji Nuan did not really want to trouble her to protect her, so Feng Ling had never fought much.

This was her first time taking action since she came to England.

In the end, it caused such a big commotion.

She exchanged a glance with Mr. Ian and left without saying anything.

However, the tall and well-built mixed-blood man strode over without a word. The moment Feng Ling turned to walk away, he suddenly grabbed her wrist. Although he avoided the wound on her wrist, he held it very tightly. "You're injured. I'll take you to bandage it."

Although Feng Ling had been in XI Base for many years and didn't have much feelings for those brothers, this man was different from her old brothers. She was so sensitive that she wanted to pull her hand out, but the man tightened his grip.

She frowned. "Let go."

Mr. Ian looked down at her. "I said you were injured and needed to be bandaged."

"It's just a small injury. I'll just buy a bandaid." Feng Ling turned to look at him. "Mr. Ian, please let go of my hand. I'm not as open-minded as you people in the United Kingdom. It's not very polite to pull someone's wrist in public."

Mr. Ian retracted his hand and glanced at her again. Then he turned to look at the bookstore that had been surrounded by the London police. "I was passing by and didn't know what happened inside, but I suddenly saw you kick someone down…"

Feng Ling :"…"

He lowered his eyes to look at her. "I didn't expect you to be so powerful, aside from having a bad temper. Even a few men with guns can't beat you. Miss Feng, I'm really curious. Who exactly are you?"

Feng Ling was silent for a moment. Mr. Zand only knew that she was the second daughter of the Feng family. He knew that she had grown up in a military base, so her character was a bit tough. This was what Mr. Zand knew about her, and he was sure that Mr. Ian didn't know much about her.

She did not want to answer and just left.

Mr. Ian could not remember how many times he had seen this little woman's stubborn and indifferent back. The distance she maintained in front of others allowed him to feel the weakness and imperviousness hidden in her heart.

He looked at her and said a few words to the secretary behind him. He asked the secretary to talk to the department store people, then turned and walked out.

Feng Ling returned to the car and put her hand on the steering wheel. She then saw that although the wound on her wrist was not big, it was quite deep. No wonder Mr. Ian saw it. The blood had stained her clothes. She was wearing a light-colored dress today, and there was a large patch of blood on her leg.

It wasn't that she didn't feel any pain, but that she was used to being injured all over her body over the years. In fact, she hadn't been injured much recently. The sudden pain was quite painful.

Feeling that her grip on the steering wheel was not very firm, she was about to find a wet towel in the car to wipe the blood on her wrist when the door of the front passenger seat opened. Mr. Ian opened the door and sat in without saying a word.

Feng Ling paused and stared at him. "What are you doing?"

"How can you drive when your hand is so badly injured?" Mr. Ian crossed his fingers and casually placed them on his lap. He turned to look at her. "I'm fine today. I'll send you to the hospital because you're my brother's student."

Feng Ling's eyes were cold. "No, please get out of the car."

Mr. Ian had no intention of leaving, nor did he speak. He just looked at her indifferently.

It seemed that a successful man like Mr. Ian, especially in his thirties, was not as inexperienced as Qiao Fei and Chen Beiqing, whom she had met before. This kind of man was not easy to deal with, especially when he made a decision. Furthermore, he was the vice-president of the bank. He had so many people under him and was used to giving orders. This kind of aura could not be easily pushed away.

Feng Ling knew that this kind of person was not easy to deal with. She was not in the mood to deal with him. She frowned and said, "Mr. Ian, are you English people so rude to get into someone else's car without being invited?"

"Don't call me English. Half of my blood is Chinese." Mr. Ian looked at her. "Miss Feng, I'm concerned about you."

"Thank you for your concern, but I don't need it." Feng Ling's expression remained cold. "I'll give you one last warning. Please get out of the car."

Mr. Ian smiled and raised his hand to gesture for her to leave. "If you can drive the car smoothly for 500 meters, I'll go down."

Feng Ling took a deep breath and looked away expressionlessly. She started the engine and drove the car away, but her wrist still hurt.

However, when the car drove about five hundred meters away, she subconsciously wanted to stop the car to let him get off, but she neglected the situation at the intersection. After driving here, she was no longer allowed to stop the car. Even if she wanted to stop the car, she could not. There were too many cars behind, and if she delayed any further, it would cause a serious traffic jam.

Seeing that the car couldn't stop, Feng Ling's expression turned even uglier. As she drove, she said coldly, "Mr. Ian, you're so crafty."

Ian smiled calmly and pointed to the front with his chin. "There's a hospital three kilometers ahead. Go and bandage it. I'll leave when I see your wrist wrapped."

Feng Ling couldn't stop the car right now, so she had no choice but to drive it forward. However, after driving to the hospital, she unbuckled her seatbelt and said, "Are you sending me to the hospital? Or should I send you to the hospital?"

Ian chuckled. "I mean, you can drive, can't you? If you like to drive, I'll let you drive. But you still have to watch the bandage. Otherwise, with your personality, you won't take your body seriously. It's very likely that you'll go back directly. If you get infected by water and have a fever after being infected, I'm afraid no one will be able to see you pass out at night."

"…It's not that serious."

"I can see if it's serious." Mr.Ian pushed the car door open. "Let's go and bandage it."

Feng Ling sat in the car for a few seconds. Since she was already here, she might as well go in. She also opened the car door and got out of the car. She turned to look at Mr. Ian's back and narrowed her eyes coldly.