Nan Jinhuai then hung up the phone, leaving Mei Zhaohe with a chill all over, and the joy just now disappeared completely.
He couldn't figure out what Nan Jinhuai meant.
He said that he had moved his people, but he had no idea who his people would be.
His thoughts these days have been focused on the batch of goods that was sent out not long ago. Except for Mo Chifeng and Rong Lingling today, no one has been touched?
Could it be one of these two people?
Could it be Mo Chi Feng?
The idea was rejected by him as soon as it came up.
Listening to Nan Jinhuai's tone just now, it must be a woman who can be protected by him like this.
Then only Rong Lingling is left.
But he also felt that Rong Lingling was unlikely.
Even if Rong Lingling studied in Country Y for four years, he never had the chance to meet Nan Jinhuai. Even if he met her through sheer luck, he would still be an ordinary passerby.
The Nan family, the number one family in country y, can dominate the sky with one hand and the aloof young master, can he go to great lengths to protect a woman from a foreign country?
"Don't forget Rong Lingling's face." The Right Protector heard the details of his relationship with Nan Jinhuai and reminded him cautiously.
Regardless of her other circumstances, her face does have the ability to make people remember her.
"...Isn't it possible?" Even he himself was not sure about what he said.
They are still waiting for Guardian Zuo, because only he can give them an accurate answer now, but they still don’t know that Guardian Zuo will not come back...
Rong Linngling parked his car in the parking lot and walked out with Mo Chifeng. Mo Chifeng looked at the small senior executive in front of him and asked her, "Is this the community where you live now?"
"I have a medicine kit at home."
When the wind in Mochi becomes serious, the light becomes even brighter.
Rong Lingling took him to her home, didn't it mean that she was ready to accept him?
Rong Lingling didn't know what he was thinking and pressed the elevator button.
Regardless of other factors, Mo Chifeng was injured because of her, and it was not unreasonable for her to bandage his wounds.
The corridor on the fifth floor is empty and the windows are closed. At this time in the past, Jin Ziming next door always liked to lie here and watch the scenery, but he is not here today.
But it's a good thing that he's not here.
Jin Ziming is not a simple character. If he meets Mo Chifeng, maybe something will happen.
It’s really better not to meet.
"Wait for me for a while." After opening the door, she asked Mo Chifeng to sit down on the sofa in the living room while she walked inside.
Not long after, she turned back again, holding a cup filled with water in one hand and a medical kit in the other.
Mo Chifeng took off the sleeve of his suit jacket on the injured arm and rolled up the cuff of his white shirt. The wound made by the knife appeared completely in front of the two of them.
The wound is neither long nor deep, and it will probably heal in a short time. I am very lucky.
"I'll disinfect your wounds first, please bear with me for a while."
Mo Chifeng smiled and nodded.
In fact, this little pain was nothing in his eyes, but Rong Lingling's gentle movements made him very happy.
It was not difficult to treat such a wound. In the end, she wrapped gauze around his wound and tied a bow out of fun.
"Do you mind?" she asked him, raising her face.
"I don't mind, it looks good this way."
Rong Linngling closed the medicine box and sat next to him, thinking only about his neat skills in the old factory.
"Chi Feng, I realize that I really underestimated you before. You are the god of the stock world, with excellent skills and marksmanship. You must be an all-rounder, right?"
She had had reservations and suspicions about speaking to him in the past, but never like now, she had only pleasure and jokes.
But Mo Chifeng's ability still surprised her.
Just after hiding behind the earthen wall, when Mo Chifeng handed him the gun, he had another gun in his hand.
Just think, besides being able to shoot with both hands, who would have two guns on their body at the same time?
"All-rounder, isn't this word more appropriate to describe you, Ling Ling?" Mo Chifeng asked her question in the same joking tone.
He knew that she was mysterious, but he didn't know that not only was she mysterious, but she also had such good skills that she could defeat many enemies one by one.
Judging from the proficiency with which she loaded the pistol, we knew it must not be the first time she had done this.
Her life experience in country y must be very rich.
Her hand was right next to her. It was like a peeled onion, delicate and slender, making him have the urge to cover it with his own hand.
However, before he could take action, the cell phone in his pocket interrupted his plan.
Caller: Jian Mu.
This is his private number. Jian Mu and the other three all know it, but rarely use it. But as long as it is used, it proves that there is something very important.
Although he knew that Jian Mu must be looking for him with something urgent, he still felt unhappy after thinking about the small actions that he had not done in such a good atmosphere just now.
"Jian Mu, think before you speak!"
Jian Mu, who had just arrived at Nanxun Villa, couldn't help but shiver, and her eyes signaled to Bai Chu: What's going on?
Every time Mo Chifeng says this, it means that he is in a bad mood.
Whenever he is in a bad mood, someone will be in trouble.
Bai Chu ignored him.
He's not the roundworm in Mo Chifeng's belly. How can he know what's going on?
"Brother Feng, here's the thing, we have clues about the matter you asked us to investigate before..."
Mo Chifeng was sent back to Nanxun Villa by Rong Lingling. He wanted to invite her in, but she refused because he had other things to deal with.
In an instant, Mo Chifeng felt that Jian Mu's call came at the wrong time.
"See you again when we have a chance." These were the last words Rong Lingling said to him before driving back.
She thought that Mo Chifeng was a busy man and that the next time they would meet would be in a few days at the earliest. However, she still underestimated Mo Chifeng. That night, she received a call from him and asked her to go out to meet him.
By the time she finished packing and went downstairs, he had already arrived downstairs at her house, and his luxurious black Maybach was extremely conspicuous.
"Okay, now you can sit in my passenger seat."
The Maybach slowly drove away from the community where she lived, and the two had dinner at a Western restaurant.
By the time they left the Western restaurant, the sky was completely dark.
He drove her to the most famous overpass in the imperial capital. The light from the street lamps on the side of the road shone on the river under the bridge, and the breeze blew across the water. It was really beautiful.
Rong Lingling's hands gripped the railing tightly, looking up at the not-so-perfect moon.
Suddenly there were fireworks exploding in the sky. She watched intently without noticing that Mo Chifeng was approaching.
"Ling Ling." His voice was hoarse.
When the fireworks ended, Rong Lingling looked over.
He tentatively stretched out his hand to clasp her waist. She stiffened slightly, but did not move away.
This is considered tacit consent.
His other hand held the back of her head, he slowly leaned forward, and she slowly raised her head.
When the two lips touched each other, countless fireworks seemed to explode in their minds, and except for the person in front of them, everything else was forgotten.