Chapter 878 Nanrong Huaian Is Waiting for Her

After Feng Sufei came to the living room, she asked the servant, "What's the matter? The atmosphere is good today, why don't you all laugh?"

The servant whispered, "Young mistress, you are back. The young master has been waiting for you since he came back, and now he is waiting for you in your room!"

Feng Sufei was surprised, her clear eyes flashed, "He doesn't care where I go on weekdays, what's going on today? Is there something to ask me?"

Feng Sufei never thought that Nanrong Huaian would suddenly care about her.

And these days, she always leaves early and returns late, and there is no problem.

She wouldn't be afraid of Nanrong Huai'an either. The two agreed at the beginning and made an agreement.

The servants worry about Feng Sufei, but Feng Sufei doesn't care.

She usually enters her room, but she pushes the door directly.

This time, Feng Sufei knocked on the door politely.

Hearing the knock on the door, Nanrong Huaian thought it was a servant and said lightly, "Come in!"

After Feng Sufei entered the door, she saw Nanrong Huaian sitting on the chair at the table next to her.

Her room is actually quite large, equivalent to a suite, with a table and chairs.

Nanrong Huaian was facing the computer at the desk, not knowing what he was typing.

When he saw it was Feng Sufei, he looked slightly startled, and said lightly, "Are you back?"

Feng Sufei nodded reflexively.

For some reason, she now has a strange feeling, as if Nanrong Huaian is her real husband, waiting for her to come home.

After having this idea, Feng Sufei hurriedly shook off the idea in her mind.

"I'm back, what's the matter?"

Although Feng Sufei felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong, a little ambiguous and a little embarrassing, she couldn't describe it anyway.

So she made herself as cheerful as possible when she spoke, to disperse some of the atmosphere that should not be there.

Nanrong Huaian closed the computer, then looked at Feng Sufei deeply, 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 a little, she still followed Nanrong Huaian's words and walked to him step by step.

"sit down!"

"Oh!"

Feng Sufei felt like she was like a primary school student, and Nanrong Huaian was the teacher.

No, it's like a child coming home late and waiting to be disciplined by his parents.

Oops, how could she net these weird thoughts.

Feng Sufei shook her head vigorously.

Nanrong Huai'an's eyes were always on Feng Sufei. Looking at her expression, she asked, "What are you thinking, why are you shaking your head?"

"No, it's just weird. Why are you in my room today? Just tell me if you have anything. I'm listening. Are you preparing for the state banquet? What else do I need to remember?"

Nanrong Huaian's eyes flashed, he didn't speak, just reached out and took Feng Sufei's hand.

Feng Sufei wanted to retract her hand, but Nanrong Huai'an was so strong that she seemed to be holding her hand lightly, but it was actually so tight that she couldn't break free 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, I don't know how to bandage it in time if the skin is broken."

Feng Sufei pouted, she didn't want to do this either, but as Feng Sufei, her body was still too delicate, and with a little force, the skin would be easily broken.

Moreover, she stayed with Fang Xiaoxiao all day today, teaching her to practice martial arts, and it was inevitable that she would overexert herself.