Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1290: The Story of Ling and Heng (553)

“I heard from Miss Ji that your alcohol tolerance is not very good.” Seeing that she was only drinking, Ai En softly reminded her.

Feng Ling smiled slightly. “It’s just a glass of red wine. It’s okay. I won’t drink too much.”

Feng Ling had been in England for a year, and she always knew her limits. Although she didn’t drink much, at least she never drank too much. Even in business meetings, when she had to drink, she always remembered her alcohol tolerance and didn’t lose her composure.

It was said that the more sober one was, the harder it was to immerse oneself in one’s own sensory world. It was precisely because Feng Ling had been struck by fate that she had no choice but to become too sober. Furthermore, in such a state, she had to be constantly on the edge of rationality and could not slack off at all.

It was very quiet on the rooftop. Feng Ling didn’t speak much. The whole time, it was just Ian talking about what he had seen recently.

Feng Ling occasionally smiled politely, but it was clear that she was just being polite.

She didn’t like him.

Her dislike for him was obvious.

In the end, he put down the cutlery in his hand. “If it doesn’t suit your taste, shall I take you somewhere else to eat?”

“No, I’m just not hungry,” Feng Ling said softly. “Mr. Ian, I’m about to leave England. If there’s no reason, I don’t think I’ll ever have the chance to come here again. Let’s stop here. I don’t want to affect my current peaceful and stable life.”

Ian knew that neither hard or soft approach would be able to move her. He smiled. “All right, I’ll treat this meal as a farewell for you. I wish you a smooth journey back to America, and I wish you a bright future.”

Feng Ling smiled. “You flatter me. As a beginner in the business world, it’s already a blessing for me to be able to make a few deals occasionally. I’m already considered lucky to be able to survive in this circle. How would I dare to consider my future prospects?”

Although she said so, she still picked up the glass and clinked it against his, drinking the last mouthful of red wine in the glass.

It was probably because Mr. Ian didn’t mention anything about pursuing her anymore, but purely from the perspective of a friend, he was concerned about the various problems she would have to deal with when she returned to the Feng family in the future. From time to time, he would remind her about some important things she needed to pay attention to. Feng Ling’s mood also relaxed a lot. She picked up the cutlery and began to eat, chatting and laughing with him as she ate. The atmosphere became much more harmonious.

After chatting for a while, Ian looked at Feng Ling’s smiling face. “I’ve known you for so long, but this is the first time I’ve seen you smile at me.”

“Really?” The smile on Feng Ling’s face did not fade. She naturally curved her lips again. “Xiao Ba often complained that I don’t like to smile and that my affinity is not good enough. It seems like it’s true.”

“It’s okay. Even if you don’t like to smile, there are benefits to it. At the very least, if you go back to manage your family’s business at such a young age, those old foxes in the company will know that you’re not easy to mess with. They won’t be able to see through your thoughts easily from your expression. This is also good for you.”

Feng Ling only smiled lightly and did not answer. She was about to pick up a piece of broccoli with her fork when she suddenly felt a dull pain on the back of her neck. She instinctively hissed and raised her hand to touch the back of her neck.

“What’s wrong?” Ian saw her movements.

“Ah, I’m fine.” Feng Ling put down her hand, picked up a piece of broccoli with a fork, and put it on the plate in front of her. “Yesterday afternoon, when I was looking for something in the company’s database, I was scratched by a light rack next to the file cabinet. It’s only a superficial wound. I recovered in less than two days. Earlier, I raised my hand too much and accidentally pulled it.”

When he heard this, he got up and walked over. Without waiting for Feng Ling to react, he stepped forward and tugged her collar backward. Sure enough, there was a wound about two or three centimeters long on the back of her neck. It wasn’t too serious, but it was obvious that she had bled a lot when she was scratched. She didn’t disinfect the wound either. She probably just washed it with water and didn’t tell anyone that there was an injury here. The wound was slightly red and swollen.

He frowned. “You’re such a good girl. Every time you’re injured, you say that you’re fine and say that it’s just a superficial wound. Could it be that you’ve suffered more serious injuries? What superficial wounds? Have you never seen yourself as a woman?”

Feng Ling felt uncomfortable being stared at by a man so close to her neck. She shrunk her neck slightly and was about to avoid him when he raised his hand to press her head. “Don’t move. Let me see.”

Feng Ling: “It’s fine. It’ll scab in two days. You don’t have to...”

However, he pressed her head down with one hand and dialed a number with the other. “Send me a first aid kit. I need some disinfectant cotton and some ointment for external wounds. Yes, send it up now.”

After speaking, he put down the phone and continued to tug Feng Ling’s collar. He looked at her snow-white neck. “Don’t move. I’ll help you disinfect it later.”

“There’s really no need.” Feng Ling was about to stand up, but he pressed her shoulder down.

Ian was a domineering man. Now that he saw that she was injured, he wouldn’t let her get up so easily. The two of them kept going back and forth, and at some point, the distance between them became even closer. When Feng Ling turned to look at him, he lowered his head to say something to her, but in an instant, his breath was so close that she almost bumped into his lips.

The man in front of her looked at her face and her lips. He pressed her head down and was about to kiss her.

All of a sudden, a huge gust of wind came from above the rooftop. The wind was so fast that the tablecloth on the table was blown away. Feng Ling’s hearing was very good and she found the sound familiar. It was like the sound of a large helicopter propeller. She pushed Ian away and saw a black helicopter flying over. It hovered above the rooftop for a minute before landing on the rooftop.

When it landed, the roses on the rooftop were swept aside by the wind and scattered all over the ground.

Ian turned back and saw the helicopter that suddenly landed on the rooftop of the building. He frowned.

Feng Ling was still looking at the XI logo on the helicopter when the cabin door was opened. Li Nanheng’s tall figure walked out and stepped on the roses that were about to be blown apart by the wind. He looked at the man and woman who were almost hugging each other, and his cold eyes scanned the red wine on the table. His gaze instantly turned cold.