The wild and lustful social animal will act coquettishly, and the ferocious boss will have his soul

This put the seafood feast they had prepared out of use, and they watched helplessly as people took out the soup noodles.

"Mr. Feng, your noodles are ready. Three green vegetables and one spoonful of lard. Instead of chopped green onion, just add chopped ginger."

This is a bit of a strange request, as few people put ginger in noodle soup.

"Put it here." Feng Lingyun looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him.

When I picked up my chopsticks and was about to eat, I heard a pretty voice ordering food at the front desk.

"Excuse me, three portions of Yangchun noodles and ten vegetarian skewers will be grilled without the chili pepper. One portion of the Yangchun noodles will not include chopped green onion and only sprinkle with chopped ginger..."

Lin Qian is wearing a long pink T-shirt dress and has a tall and thin figure.

Since there are more men in the training camp, she wears conservative clothes to avoid unnecessary trouble and attention.

The length of this skirt is almost to the ankles, and it is so loose that no body curve can be seen at all. From the back, only a wide bat shirt style can be seen.

But her beautiful face and temperament still attracted the attention of many people.

After all, after the melee in the forest, many ghost hunters came over for a late-night snack.

"Sister, sit down and rest for a while." Someone called to her.

It's not harassment, it's just that there are always people who want to get to know such a beautiful girl.

"No need," Lin Qian smiled generously at them, "Fu Xin and Advisor Li are still waiting for me to go back."

As soon as the words 'Counselor Li' came out, several male spirit hunters nodded seriously: "Yeah, okay."

"...Lin Qian." Feng Lingyun shouted.

Lin Qian then turned her head and looked behind her. The tall man over there was surrounded by nothing.

Mr. Feng was wearing a pure black casual sweatshirt, and the black gemstone beads on his wrists shone brightly under the lights of the restaurant. It was undeniable that he was a mature man with impeccable appearance and temperament.

If she hadn't been told in advance that this man couldn't be serious, Lin Qian might have been a little tempted.

"Mr. Feng? What a coincidence."

"Come and sit for a while? Your shoes don't seem to fit well." Feng Lingyun looked at her, his voice was gentle and polite.

Lin Qian looked down a little embarrassed: "Uh..."

The slippers she brought to the training camp were new. These trendy slippers had too many sequins on them.

There was one piece rubbed near the ankle, and the short walk from the wooden house made the skin red. The man sitting over there had a good look.

Just when Lin Qian didn't know how to refuse, the ordering boy at the bar said to her.

"Sorry, there are too many barbecue orders. You have to sit and wait for a while."

"Ah." She was stunned.

Came from behind——

"Cheng Ze and I have known each other for a long time. Come here." Feng Lingyun looked away and lowered his head to eat noodles.

"..."

Lin Qian hesitated for a few seconds before walking towards the man's table.

After sitting down, she felt a little embarrassed. The person across from her lowered her head to eat noodles and said nothing, and she didn't know what to say.

Because when people wanted to talk to her during the day, she ran away.

The table was quiet for more than ten seconds, and Lin Qian didn't notice that Feng Lingyun's fingertips when holding the chopsticks were trembling.

Feng Lingyun lowered his eyelids and asked slowly.

"Just now, you ordered a side of Yangchun noodles with chopped ginger."

"Ang." Lin Qian nodded without knowing why.

The man opposite him had an evil-looking appearance. Unlike Fu Lin, a tough guy who looked like a ruffian at first sight, Feng Lingyun's eyes were long and narrow, and he had a face that was described as a feminine, snake-like beauty on the Internet.

The age of nearly thirty years old has given him a lot of charm, a sense of humanness that those young boys don't have.

Feng Lingyun asked: "How old are you?"

"...21 years old, Mr. Feng." Lin Qian answered honestly like a primary school student being questioned by her elders.

So young, only 21 years old.

Feng Lingyun lowered his eyelids as if thinking about something and said nothing.

"..."

"Ma'am, your meal is ready."

It wasn't until the guy at the front desk said the meal was ready that Lin Qian breathed a sigh of relief and stood up quickly.

"Then I'll leave first. Mr. Feng eats slowly!"

"Yeah." Feng Lingyun wiped his mouth with a tissue and stared at the back with deep eyes.

It doesn't even look like it, it doesn't look like it...

How come there are so many coincidences?

It seemed like he should try to get in touch with her again. Even if it wasn't her, it would be nice to be a substitute.

Otherwise, how would he survive if he could not improve the system for the rest of his life?

She was a cruel woman, extremely indifferent.

His heart was so cruel that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hold it back.

But he still couldn't forget his shameful behavior, and he missed her so much that he went crazy.

I'm afraid I'll never see you again...

*

"Cheng...Brother Cheng..."

In the cabin.

The person lying on the army green sheets hadn't opened his eyes yet, but he had already smelled a familiar smell and started calling, with a hoarse voice.

Cheng Ze had just wiped the face and hands of the unconscious man and was washing towels in the bathroom. When he came out of the bathroom, he heard this voice and quickened his pace.

"Are you awake? Do you have a headache?"

"It hurts, I have a headache," Song Xiaolou coughed twice. Cheng Ze had already brought warm water to him. He sat up and felt a splitting headache. "...Where are the grandchildren? How long have I been sleeping?"

Song Xiaolou didn't know if the warm-up program was over, he was still thinking about the result of the competition.

"Drink some water first," Cheng Ze said, stuffing a few tissues into his neck and collar, taking care of him very carefully and skillfully.

"Something happened after you fainted, and the game was terminated."

"..."

Song Xiaolou drank more than half of the cup in one breath, wiped his mouth with a tissue and asked impatiently: "What's the matter?"

"In the woods, two groups of people were fighting." Cheng Ze spoke concisely and to the point.

"!!"

A militant like Song Xiaolou became excited instantly, and his eyesight turned black when he was excited.

"Group fighting! So exciting? Where's Jiang Nan? Where's Fu Xin? Are you going to beat those grandsons until they're crawling all over the floor? Damn it, why did I faint... Oops!"

The man on the bed covered his head and breathed in, and Cheng Ze quickly held down his wrist.

"Don't move around. You have a concussion. The more you shake your head, the more painful it becomes. Are you feeling nauseous and want to vomit? Do you want some porridge?"

There is a thermos box on the bedside table next to it, which contains the vegetable and pork porridge prepared by Cheng Ze.

The desk lamp emits warm light, and the cabin is quiet, with only the slow sound of slurping porridge and water.

Song Xiaolou's camouflage jacket had long been taken off, and underneath was a pure black short-sleeved shirt. The exposed arms were dazzlingly white, making him a veritable pretty boy.

When he looked at Cheng Ze, he felt inexplicably like he was looking at a married woman.

Cheng Ze wore gold-rimmed glasses, had a gentle temperament and slightly pursed his lips, and was feeding him porridge spoonful by spoonful.

Song Xiaolou always likes to be lively, but in fact, what he wants in his heart is just the feeling of being noticed when it is lively.

But now he realizes that as long as Cheng Ze is by his side...

He was always being watched.

Song Xiaolou's head hurt and his mind was confused.

Anyway, he said to Cheng Ze out of nowhere——

"Brother Cheng, can you hold me to sleep tonight?"

"..."