Chapter 1212: The Story of Ling and Heng (475)The Story of Ling and Heng (475)

Chapter 1212: The Story of Ling and Heng (475)

The man sneered and mocked, "Who was almost killed in the parking lot just now?"

Feng Ling: "...It was just an accident. I was careless at that time, and I will definitely be a hundred times more careful. Nothing will happen again."

Li Nanheng believed what she said. As long as Feng Ling was really aware of the danger and remained vigilant at all times, no one could get close to her and hurt her.

The man smiled. "So I should be grateful for your lack of vigilance, which gave me a chance to play 'the hero rescues a beauty'?"

Feng Ling remained expressionless. "I am the hero."

The man raised his eyebrows. "Then what am I?"

She looked at the man's pale yet handsome face resting on her lap, touched his face, and lifted his chin with a finger. "You are the beauty."

Suddenly being teased by her, the man couldn't help but get up to kiss her. But before he could move, Feng Ling pressed his head with her hand. "Don't move!"

Li Nanheng: "..."

He laughed. "The little hero, the hot pot ingredients are still in my car. Are you hungry?"

She was almost scared to death by the crash and was not in a mood to eat.

Feng Ling said in a low voice, "I'm not hungry. It doesn't matter for me to skip one or two meals."

"I'm hungry," the man said and stared at her.

Feng Ling immediately understood his hint because of the way he looked at her.

She was bullied by him for so long last night and they had sex twice this morning, and he was still hungry?

She didn't speak but glared at him, then put his head gently and slowly back on the pillow and got up to take an orange from the tea-table. She peeled the orange and stuffed the orange petals into his mouth. "If you are hungry, eat some fruit."

Orange was Li Nanheng's least favorite fruit. After Feng Ling suddenly stuffed orange into his mouth, his face puckered but he still reluctantly swallowed it. Looking at Feng Ling eating oranges happily, he said, "Don't you think the orange is sour? Are you pregnant?"

Feng Ling rolled her eyes at him but subconsciously glanced at the used condoms in the trash can because of his words. After eating the orange, she said, "It's not sour. You think it sour because you hate to eat an orange. It is actually sweet."

"Really?" The man lay there without moving because of the headache, asking in a low voice, "How sweet is it?"

Feng Ling walked over to tuck him in the quilt, but the man suddenly raised his hand and pressed her head down again. "Come on, let me try it."

Just when he almost kissed her again, Feng Ling hurriedly pressed the man's head down but did it gently so as not to cause any discomfort to him. Then she looked carefully at him and found that his face was no longer as pale as just now.

Fortunately, the injury was not serious. Otherwise, Feng Ling would not be in the mood to joke with him.

After a few minutes, the landline in the room rang. Feng Ling answered the phone and the call was from the police who asked if she had offended anyone or had any clue. Feng Ling briefly told them about the text message she received and the strange phone number that sent the text message, and then hung up.

The call lasted for about ten minutes, and when she looked back, she saw Li Nanheng had closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.

The doctor did say that he should have more sleep, and he almost didn't sleep since last night. It was good that he could sleep for a while.

She was about to walk out of the bedroom when the man suddenly said, "Just stay here. Don't go out. We will return to the base tomorrow morning when the snow on the road is cleared. It will not delay the training schedule for the new members."

"OK," Feng Ling replied. In fact, she was more worried about Li Nanheng and she could ask Han Jin to take care of the newbies for a day or two.

However, Li Nanheng's injury was not serious, so she didn't want to bother Han Jin. She said, "I'll grab a bite. Just sleep."

Being taken care of by Feng Ling, Li Nanheng didn't speak anymore but slightly curled his lips. Obviously, he was in a good mood.

Feng Ling stood in front of the French window, looking at the snow scene outside.

According to the police, the drunkard did drink alcohol, so the police could only interrogate him when he sobered up. The other person who drove in the car had been lying dying in the ER and hadn't woken up.

However, they had found out the identity of the driver. He was a taxi driver in Los Angeles who owed a big gambling debt of more than one million dollars. His wife had left him with their children. But three days ago, two million dollars suddenly were remitted into his account from a mysterious anonymous account.

Although the police had the right to check bank accounts, the accounts of VVIP levels were not included. And that account happened to be a VVIP account, so even the bank couldn't get the information on that account.

Feng Ling couldn't think of anyone who wanted to kill her. Except for the terrorists and gangsters that she fought against in the previous missions, she didn't seem to have any enemy.

But if the one behind was a terrorist or a gangster, he wouldn't have used such a way. Those people wouldn't have worked out such an elaborate plan to kill her.

And the VVIP-leveled account...

She picked up her phone, opened the album, looked at the picture of the jade ring and jade pendant, and pondered.