Nanrong Huai'an said softly: "I have already sent a signal with my mobile phone. My shadow guards will come overnight. You don't have to worry."
Feng Sufei was very tired, shook her head to wake up, and then walked towards the room.
Along the way, Feng Sufei felt a little cold all over her body.
She discovered that she had been fighting alone from beginning to end, bearing hatred alone.
Her heart was cold and lonely. Even if she was hurt, she was still alone. She didn't dare to rely on others and had no one to rely on.
This feeling is really desolate.
Even though Feng Sufei straightened her back and tried hard to look indestructible, her back was still so cold.
Nanrong Huaian was sitting on the chair, looking a little tired and weak, but still looking in Feng Sufei's direction.
When he was assassinated by an assassin, he was taking a medicinal bath. The medicinal bath prepared by Master Zhishan must not be interrupted or cause problems.
He originally thought that if the two shadow guards really couldn't stop him, he wouldn't be able to heal his legs, so he would have to go out and do it himself.
At that time, Master Zhishan kept telling him, "Huai'an, you have to calm down, think about your responsibilities, and be calm. I can still block you later. Just hold on, as long as you have another half hour."
Unexpectedly, his wife appeared to protect the pharmacy.
Tonight, she shocked him too much.
He had never thought that she was so good at handling and shooting a gun at a first-class level, or that she had already surpassed the first-class level.
When the time came, he had no time to rest and couldn't wait to come out. He could only listen to the reports of the two shadow guards...
"Young Master, your body cannot be cooled down right now. You have just taken a medicinal bath and need to rest."
Nanrong Huai'an waved his hand, "No problem, let Master Zhishan go and take a look at Sophie's injury."
With that said, Nanrong Huai'an pressed the button, the chair started to move, and he also came to the room where Feng Sufei was.
Nanrong Huai'an was outside the door, hesitated for a while, and then stretched out his hand gently.
"Dong dong..."
"Come in."
When Nanrong Huai'an walked in, Feng Sufei was bandaging her own wounds.
Feng Sufei found some wine, washed it with water, wiped it with wine, and found some pieces of cloth to bandage herself.
In her bones, she was no longer accustomed to relying on anyone, so she instinctively wanted to deal with these wounds by herself.
But this scene touched and impacted Nanrong Huaian.
Nanrong Huaian has never seen a woman like Feng Sufei.
He was thinking a lot, and looking at Feng Sufei, he couldn't help but feel a little touched in his heart.
"let me help you."
Feng Sufei shook her head, "No, I can do it myself. You look very weak. You should have a good rest after the medicinal bath. You don't have to worry about me."
Feng Sufei's face was cold, her tone was also cold, and she looked completely repulsive.
Nanrong Huai'an was silent for a while, then Qingrun said: "Sophie, are you... angry?"
Feng Sufei's mouth moved and she asked, "How could I be angry? Why do you always think I'm angry?"
Feeling that her tone was bad, Feng Sufei slowed down and said, "Don't think too much, I'm just tired."
At this moment, the knock on the door rang again. It was Master Zhishan who came. After checking Feng Sufei's pulse, he took out the medicine and a few pills from the medicine box, told some things to pay attention to, and then left. Leave space for two people again.
Nanrong Huai'an looked at Feng Sufei's motionlessness and said, "Sufei, this medicine needs to be applied to the wound."
"I can do it myself."
Feng Sufei went to Nanrong Huai'an to get the medicine. Nanrong Huai'an did not let go. Instead, she held Feng Sufei's hand, looked into her eyes seriously and said, "Su Fei, tell me, why are you angry?"