Chapter 900 Under One Roof

When Nanrong Huai'an heard Feng Sufei's words, she held her hand stiffly, paused for a while, and replied, "Well, I've been here."

Feng Sufei took a deep breath, "So, have you seen the queen?"

Feng Sufei didn't know why she asked Nanrong Huaian such a question.

Maybe there is a knot in my heart that I want to ask.

Nanrong Huai'an didn't think much about Feng Sufei's question, "I have seen it, but only once from a distance."

He is reluctant to attend some royal banquets, and he is not willing to have too much contact with the royal family, so he has seen the queen on TV, and once in a distance, far away.

Feng Sufei listened to Nanrong Huai'an's indifferent tone, and felt that her question was completely meaningless.

The place where they live is the Bianyang Hotel.

In order not to arouse suspicion from those who are interested, Feng Sufei and Nanrong Huaian are staying in a suite with a big bed this time.

When she came to the room, Feng Sufei felt that the atmosphere was a bit ambiguous and weird.

Although the suite was very large, she always felt that the air was full of Nanrong Huaian's breath.

This man's aura has always been clean and elegant, and she doesn't know if it's because of her psychological effect. She always feels that there is an aura of Nanrong Huaian wherever she is.

She couldn't even think about being alone.

"Su Fei, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with you?"

Nanrong Huai'an looked at Feng Sufei's irritable expression, worried about your question.

Feng Sufei shook her head, "I'm fine, tonight... Let's sleep on the floor tonight!"

Feng Sufei always remembers the contents of the Nanrong Huai'an agreement.

A dim light flashed across Nanrong Huai'an's eyes, and she looked deeply at Feng Sufei, who lowered her head just not to look at Nanrong Huai'an.

Nanrong Huai'an said lightly: "I'll still open the shop, you sleep in the bed."

"Then how can you, you can't sleep on the ground with your body like this."

"Sophie, I'm a man, I can't let my wife sleep on the ground, I'm on the bed."

Feng Sufei listened to Nanrong Huai'an's stubborn words, her face stiffened, she knew it, Nanrong Huai'an insisted on an idea and it was difficult to change.

Feng Sufei pursed her lips and said, "Then...then...the bed is actually quite big, let's all sleep on it! You...don't worry...I won't do anything to you."

Feng Sufei knew that when she slept, she actually slept very badly.

If she uses Nanrong Huaian as a pillow again...

Thinking about it, Feng Sufei wanted to cover her head and sigh.

Nanrong Huai'an listened to Feng Sufei's words, stunned, and then said, "Sufei, you shouldn't say this."

"Ah? Aren't you afraid of me...I'll treat you..."

Nanrong Huai'an sighed in his heart. He found that his wife never played cards according to common sense, nor did she speak according to common sense.

He shook his head, "I've been in the car for a day, and I'm tired. Rest early!"

"Um!"

When Feng Sufei entered the bathroom to take a shower, she couldn't calm down when she thought of Nanrong Huaian in the room.

She hurriedly took a shower, cleaned up, and came out of the bathroom. There was no Nanrong Huaian in the bedroom, but she heard a subtle voice in the office next to her.

She thought that Nanrong Huaian should be busy, she breathed a sigh of relief, went to bed quickly, and covered herself with the quilt.

Although Feng Sufei has been entangled in her heart, thinking wildly, but maybe she is really tired, she soon fell asleep.

Later, Feng Sufei was awakened by the banging sound outside the window.