Chapter 897: Under one roof

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Nan Rong Huai An heard Feng Sufei's words, held her hand stiffly, and paused for a while before answering, "Well, I've been here."
Feng Sufei took a deep breath. "So, have you met the Queen?"
Feng Sufei also didn't know why she asked Nan Rong Huai An.
Maybe there is a knot in my heart, I just want to ask.
Regarding Feng Sufei's question, Nan Rong Huaian didn't think much about it, "I've seen it, but I've only seen it once."
He was unwilling to attend some royal banquets, and he did not want to have too much contact with the royal family, so he had seen the queen on TV, and once again in the distance, seen from a distance.
Feng Sufei listened to Nan Rong Huaian's indifferent tone, and felt that her question was simply meaningless.
They live in the Puyang Hotel.
In order not to arouse suspicion, Feng Sufei and Nan Rong Huaian lived in a suite and a large bed this time.
When coming to the room, Feng Sufei felt that the atmosphere was a bit ambiguous and weird.
Although the suite is large, she always feels that the air of Nanrong Huaian is all in the air.
The breath on this man has always been clean and elegant, and she does not know whether it is her psychological role. She always feels that there is a breath of Nan Rong Huai An wherever she stays.
She thought it would not work alone.
"Sophie, what's wrong with you? Isn't it uncomfortable?"
Nan Rong Huai'an looked at Feng Sufei's irritable look, worried about asking.
Feng Sufei shook her head, "I'm fine, tonight ... tonight, let me sleep on the floor!"
Feng Sufei always remembers the content of the South Rong Huaian Agreement.
Nan Rong Huai'an's eyes glanced under a ray of light, and he looked at Feng Sufei deeply. Feng Sufei lowered her head to not look at Nan Rong Huaian.
Nan Rong Huai An said lightly: "I still shop, you sleep."
"How can that be, your body is like this, but you can't sleep on the ground."
"Sophie, I'm a man. I can't let my wife sleep on the ground. I'm in bed."
Feng Sufei listened to Nan Rong Huaian's stubborn words, her face froze. She knew that Nan Rong Huai'an insisted on an idea and it was difficult to change.
Feng Sufei pursed her lips and said, "That ... that ... the bed is actually big, let's all sleep on it! You ... you can rest assured ... I won't do anything to you."
Feng Sufei knew that when she was sleeping, she didn't sleep very well, and tossed back and forth. She was really afraid of being able to kick Nanrong Huaian on the ground.
If she takes Nan Rong Huai An as a pillow ...
Think about it, Feng Sufei wanted to cover her head and sigh.
Nan Rong Huai'an listened to Feng Sufei's words, then hesitated, and then said, "Sufei, this sentence should not be yours."
"Ah? Don't you be afraid of me ... I treat you ..."
Nan Rong Huaian sighed in his heart, and found that his wife never played cards according to common sense, nor did she speak according to common sense.
He shook his head. "I was tired after taking the car for a day, rest early!"
"Ok!"
When Feng Sufei went into the bathroom to take a shower, she thought that Nan Rong Huai An was still in the room, but she couldn't calm down.
She hurriedly took a shower, finished packing, and came out of the bathroom. The bedroom wasn't Nan Rong Huai An, but she heard a subtle voice in the office next door.
She thought that Nan Rong Huai'an should be busy, she was relieved, and quickly went to bed, covering herself with a quilt.
Although Feng Sufei had been tangling in her heart, thinking wildly, but maybe she was really tired, she soon fell asleep.
Later, Feng Sufei was awakened by a thumping sound outside the window.