Reborn 1980: A poisonous wife is not easy to mess with

Chapter 528
Someone came to hold Anya's waist: "Are you okay?"

Anya was slightly startled, she didn't care about the pen that fell on the ground, and quickly stood up straight: "It's okay, I didn't notice that I almost bumped into you just now, I'm sorry——ah, is it you?"

The girl's black and smooth shawl-length hair brushed past Ling Yunfei's arms, as if silk was gently gliding.

Smelling the elegant fragrance wafting from the tip of his nose, Ling Yunfei reluctantly let go of Anya's slender waist:

"It's nothing, the light here is dark, it's natural for you to not get used to it all at once. By the way, I see if your foot sprained just now, how is it?"

"It's okay, there's nothing wrong with it." Enduring the pain in her feet, Anya took two steps back and waved her hands politely.

Ling Yunfei bent down to pick up the pen she dropped on the ground, and smiled slightly: "There is still a small problem, your pen broke."

Anya smiled and took the pen over: "I was out of ink, and I was planning to go back to my dormitory to get some ink. I still have pens in my dormitory. Thank you, I'm going first."

Ling Yunfei wanted to chat with her at first, but when he saw this, he could only step aside and made a "please" gesture with his hand.

Anya waved at him, walked forward with support for a while, and sat down on the long wooden bench by the side of the road after turning the corner. With a soft "hiss", she bent down to check the sprained leg. foot.

The ankle doesn't look red and swollen, and the sprain shouldn't be serious. Maybe I sprained the tendon just now, so I feel some pain when I walk.

Anya took off her shoes and put small sandals on the soles of her feet. Just as she tried to move left and right, a voice came from above her head:
"Why, there is still something wrong with my feet? Let me take a look."

Just now, she said she was fine, but in a blink of an eye, she was seen slapping her swollen face to make herself fat. Anya was a little embarrassed:

"Don't bother, it's just a little pain, I'll be fine if I move around—"

Ling Yunfei had already squatted down, grasping her ankle involuntarily: "Does it hurt here? Where is it?"

"Hey, that, I really don't need to trouble you—" Anya hurriedly tried to shrink back.

Ling Yunfei clasped that slender ankle tightly with his fingers, and made a wrong thumb.

Anya let out a low "ah" unexpectedly.

Ling Yunfei only felt his heart go numb, and his fingers rested on Anya's ankle for a few seconds before he let go: "Try walking a few steps and see if it still hurts?"

Anya stretched her feet into the small sandals, tried to walk two steps, and turned around to thank Ling Yunfei embarrassedly: "Thank you, the pain is gone now."

The night wind blew her long hair and skirt, like a fairy riding the wind, which made Ling Yunfei a little dazzled, and quickly calmed down his thoughts:

"Fortunately, it's just a slight sprain, and it will be fine if you come back, but you'd better rest for a while before moving around, so as not to move the injured part."

Anya hesitated for a moment, but still accepted his suggestion: "Then I'll go back to the library."

It is only a short walk back to the library before you can sit down, and you can continue to read without wasting time.

It's okay if you can't take notes for the time being, she will go through it in her head first, and then go back and make up the key notes.

Ling Yunfei stretched out a hand: "Let me help you go first, don't use force on your injured foot for now."

Seeing that Anya didn't move, she added with a smile, "Of course, if you want to continue sitting here and chatting, I'm happy to accompany you."

Anya doesn't want to attract mosquitos outside, and it's all this time, she is sitting here talking with a gay man, what's the matter?

The melon field does not accept the shoes, and Li Xia does not have the right crown.

Anya thought for a while and stretched out her hand, and put it lightly on Ling Yunfei's hand: "Then I will trouble you."

Ling Yunfei supported her forearm vigorously, and cleverly picked a topic: "I thought you would be exhausted and paralyzed on the bed after returning from military training. I didn't expect you to have the energy to run to the library. No wonder you worked so hard in your studies. Can be admitted to Beijing University."

Anya smiled: "Your army is also very bitter. Don't you all say 'the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold'? If it is not bitter, there will be no later sweetness."

"That's right, you have to work hard to do anything." Ling Yunfei nodded in agreement, "By the way, why do I look like you are younger than the students in your class?"

Anya didn't want to explain too much to others, so she joked casually: "Probably because I'm not in a hurry to look good."

Ling Yunfei was stunned, then laughed dumbly, the corner of his eye flickered on her face for a moment and then moved away.

Although this girl is tall and slender, her face is tender, she looks like she is only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Just don't feel it, standing among the group of 19- and [-]-year-old classmates during the military training, it's a bit obvious, like a high school student breaking into the group of college students.

Ling Yunfei couldn't help but pause his gaze on her several times for a few seconds, and was a little puzzled about her age.

Unexpectedly, Anya didn't say how old she was, but instead used the sentence "I don't worry about her growth at all". Ling Yunfei couldn't break the casserole and ask the bottom line.

He could feel that this girl obviously wanted to keep a distance from him, and Ling Yunfei didn't want to show that she was too eager.

Siege cities and cut land, focus on attacking the mind, it is meaningless to scare people all of a sudden.

Slowly infiltrate it, let her open the heart voluntarily, this process is a very novel enjoyment for Ling Yunfei, and it can satisfy his desire to conquer.

In just a few words, the library arrived. Anya thanked Ling Yunfei, waved her hand to say goodbye to him, and walked in slowly.

Ling Yunfei put his hands into his trouser pockets, staring at her disappearing figure, a naughty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, turned around and strode back.

When she passed the bench that Anya was sitting on just now, she paused, and picked up the pen she had left on the bench.

There was a long crack in the cap of the fountain pen, and it was no longer tightly covered. It is estimated that after a few more pulls and plugs, it might break into two pieces.

Ling Yunfei gently held the pen in his palm, and strode towards his dormitory.

In order to facilitate the military training of the instructors, the school specially vacated rooms on the first floor of the office building for the instructors to live in temporarily during the military training, with two people in one room.

Ling Yunfei lived with Fang Shaohua.

Fang Shaohua was listening to the radio, when he saw Ling Yunfei coming in, he looked up at him: "Didn't you say you were going for a walk, and you came back so soon?"

Ling Yunfei opened his own drawer, put the broken pen in it, and took out his own pen:
"Come back and get something and go."

Fang Shaohua's eyes were sharp, and he saw that he was taking a pen, and asked in surprise: "It's just a walk, what are you doing with the pen, you plan to write poetry out of poetry?
Could it be that they scattered among a group of girls? "

Ling Yunfei made a threatening gesture: "Listen to your radio, mind your own business!" After speaking, he strode away without looking back.

Fang Shaohua stared at the door that was forced to close, and didn't even bother to listen to his favorite storytelling. He touched his chin and thought for two seconds, then decisively turned off the radio, put on the key and followed out the door.

(End of this chapter)