Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

While speaking, Feng Ling tilted her head slightly backward, lest her head would stick to his chin, and they might look too intimate.

“I don’t know what they’re doing in the kitchen, but don’t you feel embarrassed only separated by a wall from the couple?” The man said, then carried her to the bedroom and put her on the bed.

As soon as her body touched the bed, Feng Ling shrank back, but she had injuries all over and couldn’t move too violently, so she just sat in the middle of the bed, looking at the man beside the bed with a defensive look.

Remembering that she was about to take out something in her pocket, Li Nanheng leaned down, and Feng Ling immediately looked at him defensively, but he just took out the cell phone in her pocket.

This phone was the popular model two or three years ago. It was a phablet with a good waterproof function. It was black instead of the colors that girls liked, such as pink and white. To Feng Ling, a cell phone was just for communication. Except for her short hair, she was a complete girl from the inside out, but she really didn’t have a girlish heart at all.

Li Nanheng glanced at her while playing with this cell phone that was almost out of power. Feng Ling raised her hand to take the phone back, but the man slightly raised his hand. “I’ll help you charge it. Just take a rest. Don’t move since you have injuries.”

“I didn’t bring a charger…”

“The front desk of the hotel can provide it.” Li Nanheng said while walking out of the bedroom, holding her cell phone. Within ten minutes, he brought in a charging cable and began to charge her cell phone.

Feng Ling didn’t speak but just glanced at her cell phone and then at the quilt on the bed.

Li Nanheng got what she meant and reached out to cover her with the quilt, which only covered the part below her belly.

The man sat on the bed and looked at the little woman wearing his clothes again after such a long time. She was wearing his short-sleeved T-shirt that was too big for her, and her arms looked thinner, but there were many red, swollen wounds on her white and slender arms.

“You seem to be quite fond of Ji Nuan. Do you like her?” Li Nanheng pulled the quilt up a bit.

Sitting on the bed talking to her like this, he seemed to be only having a common conversation with a friend.

“Mrs. Mo is very kind to me, so is Mr. Mo. I enjoy working here. Mrs. Mo is very easygoing and candid. She is the kind of person I want to make friends with. Now, she is already my new friend,” Feng Ling replied calmly.

Li Nanheng looked at her and suddenly approached her with both hands on her sides, pressing her against the bedside in an oppressive posture. Feng Ling looked at him defensively, but before she spoke, the man’s breath had already brushed her nose, making her instantly clench her hands.

The two were too close, and the man looked down at her. “So, are you going to stay in China forever? Aren’t you going back to XI Base?”

Looking at the man’s handsome face that was magnified before her eyes because of the distance, Feng Ling said without even batting her eyelids, “I cherish my current job. If Mr. Mo doesn’t plan to fire me, I won’t leave.”

Li Nanheng coldly snorted. “How long have you known Ji Nuan? Don’t tell me she already subdued you! Won’t you leave? Then what about me? I’ve been treating you sincerely and kindly for so many years, but how do you treat me? Can you treat me just as well as you treat them?”

Feng Ling said deadpan. “You have a wife and I can’t be your mistress. Boss Li, you’d better pay more attention to your wife and leave me alone.”

Li Nanheng raised his eyebrows and sneered. “Are you jealous?”

Feng Ling said coldly, “You think too much.”

Li Nanheng gazed at her and chuckled. He didn’t continue to question her but straightened up and tucked her in. “Do you want to lie down or just sit here to rest? Ji Nuan and Mo Jingshen won’t finish soon.”

“I’ll just sit here.”

Li Nanheng didn’t say anymore but walked out. “I’m going out. If you feel jealous, just hold it back. I’ll ask the hotel to bring some dumplings up at night.”

Feng Ling: “…?”

She suddenly looked at the man who had already walked to the bedroom door. Seeing that he closed the door and left, she suddenly grabbed the pillow behind her and threw it over regardless of the pain on the arm.

However, at this moment, the man suddenly turned around and pushed the door open, and when he was about to speak, the pillow hit him.

Li Nanheng caught the pillow that suddenly fell from the sky, raised his eyebrows, and glanced at her.

Feng Ling stared at him silently and coldly, but he pinched the pillow in his arms and suddenly smiled at her meaningfully, making her almost jump up with anger.

Shameless! He was simply shameless!

She couldn’t figure out why she was so agitated recently. After knowing that he was married, her heart seemed to be dead, but since the last time he hugged and called her “my little wife,” her heart kept pounding when she saw him.

She wished that what she threw over was not a pillow, but a grenade.

Blow up this b*stard!

Li Nanheng threw the pillow back to her with a smile, which fell beside Feng Ling. Feng Ling ignored it, withdrew her gaze, and didn’t look at him. She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

Then she suddenly heard the man standing in front of the door saying with a smile, “Are you hungry? Would you like a plate of dumplings?”

Feng Ling suddenly grabbed the pillow that had just been thrown back, resisting the urge to throw it at him again and staring at him.

As soon as the man received her sharp gaze, he smiled, closed the door and went out.

Feng Ling silently clenched a corner of the pillow and stared at the closed door.