Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 860: The Story of Ling and Heng (123)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

But Feng Ling became even more silent.

She looked at Wen Leqing. Doctor Wen's sister was really elegant, graceful, sweet, and beautiful.

But she wondered since when she and Boss Li needed another person in the middle to help them communicate and break the ice.

She didn't like the current stalemate, but she didn't know how to break it.

The lights in the medical room poured down from above and shone on Wen Leqing's spotless white skirt.

She and Wen Leqing, one in black and one in white, were completely different.

Wen Leqing was in a form-fitting dress and a pure white doctor's gown. Her long hair was pulled back in a bun, her eyebrows were well-shaped, and her lips were as full and pink as a blossoming flower in the spring.

But what about her?

Feng Ling awkwardly moved her hand and touched the hem of her uniform that was a bit messy because she was in a hurry to come here. Her closet was full of uniforms of the same size and color, and all kinds of white or black T-shirts that she wore when she was sleeping. She dressed the same as the other men in the base, wearing loose clothes and pants all day and never revealing any curve.

Even her hair was also as short as men.

She wore no makeup, and her hair was messy.

Feng Ling had never felt anything wrong about being a man, but standing in front of such a perfect woman at the moment, she felt ashamed.

Boss Li was injured because of her, but it was Miss Wen who was dressing his wound and taking care of him. And he looked so relaxed in front of Miss Wen.

Ten thousand words came to Feng Ling's mouth. She wanted to say something, to say that Boss Li was very nice. To those he really cared about, he was never cold to them. In fact, he had a very gentle side.

No one knew how gentle he could be.

Even when Li Nanheng dragged her out of the bathroom and pressed her down on the wall to forcibly kiss her, he remembered to cover up her body well, not allowing anyone to see her body.

She still remembered how tightly he held her when he dragged her into the arms to protect her from the gunshot.

No one understood his tenderness.

All of a sudden, many scenes popped up in her head.

Although she had many words to say, in the end, she just turned around and said to Li Nanheng, who was sitting with his back to her: "Boss, please abide by the doctor's instructions. Then you'll recover sooner. I have to go. Bye."

She turned and walked away quickly.

Feng Ling hurried out of the medical room but didn't know that after she left, as she bypassed the building and ran to the training ground, Li Nanheng turned his eyes to the window.

Wen Leqing came back and was about to retake his wrist to continue massaging it, but the man avoided her hand expressionlessly and even frowned and looked impatient when she tried again.

Wen Leqing raised her eyebrows. "What are you doing? The medicinal oil in your hand hasn't been cleaned yet!"

Li Nanheng sat there without a word; his eyes fixed on the person who had hurriedly left.

The black uniform she wore today was not the zipper style, but the button style. She seemed to be in a hurry to go out and got the buttons wrong, although it wasn't obvious.

Her hair was also messy. Obviously, she was in a hurry to come here when she was dressing.

As she walked briskly, she raised her hand to comb some messy hair and didn't continue to speed up until her hair was neatly attached to her forehead.

Wen Leqing also glanced outside. When she saw that Feng Ling had already gone away, she smiled. "I'm almost tired of seeing the group of men in your base, but this Feng Ling looks interesting."

"Why do you think he is interesting?" The man stared out the window, his voice cold and clear.

Wen Leqing smiled again. "When I first saw Feng Ling, I suspected that he was a woman, and later I found out that he was not. But if he is a girl, he must be gorgeous. It is a pity that a boy has such a pretty face. How can he find a girl to marry in the future? I guess he must be very picky about his future wife. After all, it would be difficult for him to find a girl more beautiful than himself…"

Li Nanheng sneered: "How did you find out he wasn't a girl?"

Wen Leqing turned to look at him again. After a few seconds, she realized what he asked and answered, "Of course he is not. Qiao Fei came to help her get medicine the other day. He said that Feng Ling was so tired that he couldn't even raise his arms, so he helped Feng Ling apply the medicine, but that medicine should be applied to the limbs, front chest and back. If Feng Ling is really a girl, how could Qiao Fei apply medicine for him?"

Li Nanheng raised his eyes and slowly and coldly looked at Wen Leqing up and down. "Qiao Fei?"

"Yeah, Qiao Fei's parents are also friends of my parents, so we know each other very well, and he never lied to me. He said that Feng Ling is so skinny and didn't look like a member of the base at all. No wonder he didn't dare to expose his body. That was because he didn't have any muscles at all. And Qiao Fei also said that he suspected that Feng Ling might be born with such a constitution. No matter how hard he trained, he just couldn't have any muscle." Wen Leqing said, whispering to Li Nanheng, "Qiao Fei also said, although Feng Ling was thin and small, he could fight you for at least a dozen rounds and tie with you. He didn't expect him to have such a great explosive force, although he was so petite, which made him particularly curious about Feng Ling."

Wen Leqing said again, "I touched Feng Ling's hand just now. Wow, it's really white and tender… I'm jealous of him! I think he should have been born a woman!"

Wen Leqing still wanted to say something, only to see that Li Nanheng was gazing out of the window again.

Feng Ling had already gone. What was he still looking at?

Wen Leqing didn't say anything else. She thought he was tired, dragged his hand over, picked up a small bottle of medicinal oil, and poured it on his wrist, massaging back and forth.

Li Nanheng looked seriously outside the window; the figure had already disappeared from the training ground.

Was it something wrong with his senses? Or was the pair of silicone breasts really so real?

If he was really a man…

Li Nanheng's handsome face was deadpan, and he even wondered if he really became gay.

When he recalled the aggrieved expression of Feng Ling just now, which seemed to have something to say but held it back, he felt sore in his chest.

Damn, if he really fell in love with a man, would the old men of the Li family hang themselves?