Chapter 877: Nan Rong Huai An is waiting for her

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When Feng Sufei came to the living room, she asked the servant, "What's the matter? The atmosphere is good today, and you don't laugh at all one by one?"
The maid whispered quietly, "Ma'am, 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, her clear eyes flashed, "He usually doesn't care where I go, what's going on today? Is there something to find me?"
Feng Sufei never thought Nan Rong Huaian would care about her suddenly.
And these days, she is so early to return late, no problem.
She wouldn't be afraid of Nan Rong Huai An, and the two said it right from the beginning and listed the agreement.
The servants were worried for Feng Sufei. Feng Sufei didn't matter.
She usually enters her room but pushes the door directly.
This time, Feng Sufei knocked politely on the door.
Hearing the knock, Nan Rong Huaian thought he was a servant, and said lightly, "Come in!"
After Feng Sufei entered the door, she saw Nan Rong Huai'an sitting on a chair near the table.
Her room was actually large, equivalent to a suite, with a table and chairs.
Nan Rong Huai An was facing the computer at the table, not sure what was being played.
When he saw it was Feng Sufei, he looked slightly faint, and said lightly, "Come back?"
Feng Sufei nodded conditionedly.
For some reason, she now has a strange feeling, as if Nan Rong Huai An is her real husband, waiting for her to go home.
After having this idea, Feng Sufei hurried away the idea in her head.
"I'm back, is there anything wrong?"
Although Feng Sufei felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong, a little ambiguous and awkward, she couldn't describe it anyway.
So she made her talk as cheerful as possible, dissipating some undesired atmosphere.
Nan Rong Huaian closed the computer, then looked at Feng Sufei deeply, and said, "Come here!"
Feng Sufei listened to Nan Rong Huaian's soft tone and didn't know what he meant.
Past?
Although hesitated a little, she walked to him step by step according to Nan Rong Huaian's words.
"sit down!"
"Oh!"
Feng Sufei felt like she was an elementary school student. Nan Rong Huai An was a teacher.
No, it's the same as a child coming home late, waiting to be taught by parents.
Heck, how are she netting these strange thoughts.
Feng Sufei shook her head vigorously.
Nan Rong Huai'an's eyes have always been on Feng Sufei, looking at her look, and asking, "What are you thinking, how to shake your head?"
"No, it's weird. Why are you in my room today? If you have anything to say, I'm listening. Is there something to prepare for the state banquet, and what else do I need to remember?"
Nan Rong Huaian's eyes flashed, he didn't speak, but just reached out and took Feng Sufei's hand over.
Feng Sufei wanted to retract her hand, but Nan Rong Huai'an had a lot of strength. She seemed to be holding her hand lightly, but in fact she held it tightly, so she couldn't break it at all.
"Hands ... There is nothing to look at."
Nan Rong Huai'an looked at Feng Sufei's injured hand and sighed, "It's always so careless, I don't know if I've broken the skin in time.
Feng Sufei pouted, she didn't want to do this, but as Feng Sufei, her body was still too fragile. With a little force, the skin was easily broken.
And she stayed with Fang Xiaoxiao all day and taught her to practice martial arts.