Chapter 1324 To Cherish Yourself

Feng Sufei had a headache and felt dizzy. When she fell asleep, she felt very tired.

Just when she was in a daze, she felt someone calling her and calling her name.

The voice was so gentle, so sweet, that her heart could be inexplicably calmed down.

It seems that listening to this voice, the fatigue can dissipate a lot.

A very gentle and gentle voice, in the mist, she felt that this was the voice she liked.

Nanrong Huai'an gently smoothed Feng Sufei's eyebrows with her hands, "Su Fei, Su Fei..."

Nanrong Huai'an has a good temper and patiently kept calling Feng Sufei's name.

The servants next to her felt a little stunned. The young master's voice was so gentle and patient, and he kept calling the young mistress's name over and over again.

It's easy to be moved when you hear it.

Those people outside don't know anything, and they even arrange young grandma.

The young master cares so much about the young mistress, those people just don't know.

Nanrong Huaian let the servants and the doctor go down, and he took care of Feng Sufei in the room by himself.

Feng Sufei really wanted to sleep, but the voice kept calling.

She could only slowly open her eyes, and when she saw Nanrong Huaian, Feng Sufei was still a little lost.

I don't understand why I saw him when I opened my eyes.

Feng Sufei subconsciously shouted, "Nanrong Huaian!"

The subconsciously shouted title, so alienated, with an air of indifference.

Because Feng Sufei did a lot of psychological work for herself during the day, so she now subconsciously eliminates Nan Rong Huai'an, and subconsciously only regards him as a collaborator, not someone who can be close.

Nanrong Huaian listened to this call, his expression moved, and his body also stiffened.

But Nanrong Huai'an's emotional control has always been strong, he continued to say softly, "Awake?"

Feng Sufei looked around and rubbed her head, "I...I am..."

"Does your head hurt? Drink some hangover soup before you can sleep well."

Feng Sufei looked at Nanrong Huai'an, then looked around, and woke up with a shudder.

"You... aren't you at the banquet?"

"The banquet is over, your foot hurts, why didn't you say it?"

Hearing such a question, Feng Sufei tilted her head and looked at Nan Rong Huai'an, looking at his eyes, which seemed to be shining with worry.

Feng Sufei laughed at herself in her heart, if it was before, she might really believe such worried eyes.

But now she doesn't believe it, she doesn't believe it at all.

She smiled lightly and said, "It's okay, it's just a minor injury, it's not worth making a fuss about."

For some reason, listening to Feng Sufei's indifferent words, Nanrong Huai'an was very angry, he held Feng Sufei's shoulder tightly, "How can you not love yourself so much."

Feng Sufei looked at Nanrong Huai'an suspiciously, "Huai'an, it's my feet that hurt, not yours."

Nanrong Huai'an felt a headache from such a word again.

But for some unknown reason, he looked at Feng Sufei's desolate and lonely eyes, and suddenly all his anger subsided.

He sighed and said, "You have to cherish yourself, don't be like this."

"It's okay, the pain in the foot is just a small injury."

For Feng Sufei, it was really a minor injury.

At the beginning, when she was the queen, when she finally died, she really shed a lot of blood, and that was the real pain.

And seeing all the subordinates sacrifice to protect her, the pain in my heart can't be described at all.

What is a swollen foot!