Chapter 439

Feng Sufei suddenly heard a sentence like this from Nan Rong Huai'an, and his hands were stiff on his side.

All of a sudden, a pile of words that she had already prepared were stuck in her throat.

Feng Sufei's eyelashes trembled slightly and looked up to South Rong Huai'an. However, he found that he was wearing a mask on his face, which made people unable to see his face clearly. However, his elegant sitting in the chair had a unique demeanor.

Feng Sufei can hardly describe the feeling of seeing Nan Rong Huai'an at this moment. It's like the wind like clouds, or maybe it's like mist.

Feng Sufei's eyes flashed and said, "I admire Nanrong Shaozhu, so I think if I have the chance to get into your eyes, I want to marry you."

After Feng Sufei finished, he felt a subtle strange feeling surging in the air, and the temperature in the air seemed to decrease several degrees.

Feng Sufei looks at Nanrong Huai'an. He sits quietly all the time, like the glacier on the mountain. It has no trace or wave, but it is full of mystery.

He was wearing a mask again, and Feng Sufi could not understand him at all.

It seems that there is still a stream of pressure flowing in the air, but Feng Sufei stands in such a dignified and earnest manner.

After a while, Nanrong Huai'an gently turned the chair, looked at Sufei deeply, and said, "do you want to stay with me?"

Listening to such a clear and moving voice, Feng Sufei's heart beat slightly, nodded seriously, "well, I want to."

"The reason just now is not enough to convince me. Give me a real reason."

Feng Sufei's fingers trembled slightly. She knew that people like Nanrong Huai'an had the deepest thoughts. It was really difficult to persuade him.

Feng Sufei looks down, his eyelashes quiver, ponders, raises his head, and says, "I have an everlasting hatred with sijue Shen. I know that your leg and injury are also related to sijue Shen, so I want to stay with you and revenge together. Besides, you need a wife, don't you? I think I can be your most qualified wife. "

After Feng Sufei finished, she looked at Nanrong Huai'an without blinking. Even though she had some confidence in her heart, she was also worried because she did not know Nanrong Huai'an and was not sure about his attitude.

However, she found that since she said this, Nan Rong Huai'an had been holding the armrest of the chair very hard, and his fingers were a little bruised.

Feng Sufei looks at the hands. They have distinct bones and are as long as jade. They are really beautiful.

How does Feng Sufei feel attracted by her hands!

She became more and more curious about the unique appearance of Nanrong Huai'an.

Nanrong Huai'an has a good mood control. In a moment, he calmed down and slowly lifted the mask on his face.

Feng Sufei saw that there were vertical and horizontal scars on one half of the face. She saw such a face, slightly frightened, but there was no fear in her eyes, only sadness, full of sadness all over her body.

Nanrong Huaian will look at the eyes of Feng Sufei, Qingrun way: "so, you are still willing to be my wife?"

Feng Sufei nodded, "yes!"

Nanrong Huai'an's mouth moved slightly. "Well, we have the same idea about revenge. As for you being my wife, we can get married by agreement and divorce one year later."

Feng Sufei's eyes trembled. In fact, she was really willing to follow Nanrong Huai'an, because this was what her grandma thought most.

But it is obvious that Nanrong Huai'an is not necessarily willing to, so she did not say anything else, silent, nodded: "OK."