Nan Feng Xiao stopped, he knew what Su Ping was asking, but still quietly waited for Su Ping to speak.
Su Ping was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to speak.
"When you go back, go upstairs and take a look at Mo Xiangyang. Remember to let him take antihypertensive medicine."
Su Ping tilted her face and said.
Nan Fengxiao turned his head, looked at Su Ping, hung his coat on his wrist, and nodded coldly.
When he reached the gate, Nan Fengxiao seemed to have thought of something again, stopped, and said word by word, "Mom, do you love Mo Xiangyang?"
Hearing Nan Feng Xiao's words, Su Ping's head buzzed as if struck by lightning.
She loves Mo Xiangyang? No, no, she doesn't love, she only loves Tang Sect.
She must fall in love with Mo Xiangyang!
Su Ping squirmed her lips to tell Nan Feng Xiao that it was not, but she opened her mouth and didn't say a word for a long time.
"Don't worry." Nan Fengxiao squeezed his clothes, finished speaking, and left quickly.
Su Ping stood there blankly, the words of Nan Fengxiao in her ears.
Thinking of her and Mo Xiangyang's various things, Su Ping couldn't help crying anymore.
She still dare to deny that she doesn't love Mo Xiangyang? Over the years, he has been deep into his bones, but she didn't find it.
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Back at Mo's house, Nan Fengxiao glanced at his pure white sleeves inadvertently, and suddenly realized a serious problem, frowned.
In a hurry last night, he didn't even change his clothes, so he hurried back to Mo's house. When changing clothes in the morning, he randomly threw the blood-stained white shirt in the trash can. I wonder if it was discovered by Murphy
At this time, Nan Feng Xiao really wanted to explode, how could he leave his clothes
Lei Ting opened the car door for Nan Feng Xiao, but Nan Feng Xiao did not come down. Instead, rubbing his eyebrows with one hand, he ran into Thunder's eyes with exhaustion.
Thunder waited and kept opening the door. For Nan Fengxiao's weird behavior tonight, Lei Ting said he was helpless and could not understand.
Suddenly, Nan Feng Xiao put down his hands and stepped out of the Lamborghini with long legs. Thunder immediately put his jacket on Nan Feng Xiao.
The south wind squealed his coat, and his black eyes subconsciously scanned the second floor with the lights on, and turned to the Thunder coldly and said, "If Morphy asks you privately about my injury, you know how to say it."
"Yes, Brother Nan." Lei Ting answered well, but muttered in his heart.
Know what to say? Could it be said that Brother Nan had a car accident? I'll go, who had a car accident and only cut his hand
So Nan Ge met a kidnapper? Damn, who would dare to kidnap the noble power in Kyoto, Shao Nan Feng Xiao, unless it is too much life!
Thunder's brain was wide open, thinking about all the possibilities again.
After Nan Feng Xiao entered the mansion and the door was closed, Lei Ting started the car and turned around and left Mo's house.
The crisp and loud sound of leather shoes seemed particularly harsh in the quiet Mozhai hall, Nan Feng Xiao took off his coat, and in the next second he saw the small figure curled up on the sofa, his eyes cold.
Without hesitation, he strode forward, walked to Murphy's side, and sat down.
The five distinctly jointed fingers gently stroked Murphy's clean, non-Fendai face, and swept the broken hair from her ears behind her ears.
Nan Feng Xiao's slight movement woke up Murphy, who was already asleep. Morphy wriggled around and opened his eyes blankly. Nan Feng Xiao's handsome face hit his eyes like this, and Morphy immediately woke up.
Sitting up from the sofa, the blanket on his body fell to the ground due to the violent movement.
Murphy subconsciously looked at Nan Feng Xiao's injured left hand, without saying anything, immediately stood up, not looking at Nan Feng Xiao in a panic, and said: "If you have dinner, I will make it for you."