After Feng Sufei came to the living room, she asked the servant, "What's wrong? The atmosphere is so good today, why don't you all smile?"
The servant whispered: "Young mistress, you are back. The young master has been waiting for you since he came back. Now he is waiting for you in your room!"
Feng Sufei was surprised, and her clear eyes flashed, "He doesn't care where I go on weekdays. What happened today? Is there something you want to see me for?"
Feng Sufei never thought that Nanrong Huaian would suddenly care about her.
And these days, she goes out early and comes back late, so there is no problem.
She won't be afraid of Nanrong Huai'an. The two made an agreement from the beginning and made an agreement.
The servants were worried about Feng Sufei, but Feng Sufei didn't care.
When she enters her room on weekdays, she always opens the door directly.
This time, Feng Sufei knocked politely.
Hearing the knock on the door, Nanrong Huai'an thought it was a servant and said calmly: "Come in!"
After Feng Sufei entered the door, she saw Nan Rong Huaian sitting on the chair in front of the table next to her.
Her room is actually very large, equivalent to a suite, with a table and chairs.
Nanrong Huai'an was sitting at the table facing the computer, not knowing what he was typing.
When he saw it was Feng Sufei, he looked slightly startled and said calmly: "Back?"
Feng Sufei nodded reflexively.
For some reason, she now has a strange feeling, as if Nanrong Huai'an is her real husband, waiting for her to come home.
After having this idea, Feng Sufei quickly shook off the thoughts in her mind.
"I'm back, what happened?"
Although Feng Sufei felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong, a little ambiguous and embarrassing, she couldn't describe it.
So she tried to be as cheerful as possible when she spoke, to dispel some of the inappropriate atmosphere.
Nanrong Huai'an closed the computer, then looked deeply at Feng Sufei and said, "Come here!"
Feng Sufei listened to Nanrong Huai'an's soft tone and didn't know what he meant.
In the past
Although she hesitated slightly, she still followed Nanrong Huai'an's words and walked to him step by step.
"sit down!"
"profound!"
Feng Sufei felt like she was a primary school student, and Nan Rong Huai'an was the teacher.
No, it’s like a child who comes home late and has to wait to be scolded by his parents.
Gee, why does she have these strange thoughts
Feng Sufei shook her head vigorously.
Nanrong Huaian's eyes were always on Feng Sufei. Looking at her expression, he asked: "What are you thinking about and why are you shaking your head?"
"No, it's just strange. Why are you in my room today? If you have anything to say, just tell me and I'm listening. Are you preparing for the state banquet? Is there anything else I need to remember?"
Nanrong Huai'an's eyes flashed, he didn't say anything, he just reached out and took Feng Sufei's hand.
Feng Sufei wanted to retract her hand, but Nanrong Huai'an was very strong and seemed to be squeezing her hand lightly, but in fact it was so tight that she couldn't break away at all.
"Hands...hands are nothing to look at."
Nanrong Huai'an looked at Feng Sufei's injured hand and sighed, "I'm always so careless. If I break the skin, I don't know how to bandage it in time."
Feng Sufei curled her lips, she didn't want to be like this, but as Feng Sufei, her body was still too delicate, and her skin would be easily broken by the slightest use of force.
Moreover, she stayed with Fang Xiaoxiao all day today, teaching her how to practice martial arts, and it was inevitable that she would use too much force.