Chapter 878

When Feng Sufei came to the living room, he asked the servant, "what's the matter? Today's atmosphere is lovely. Why don't you laugh one by one? "

The servant whispered, "little grandma, you are back. Little Lord has been waiting for you since he came back. Now he is waiting for you in your room!"

Feng Sufei was surprised. Her clear eyes flashed. "He doesn't care where I go. What's the matter today? Is there anything for me? "

Feng Sufi never thought Nanrong Huai'an would suddenly care for her.

And these days, she is so early and late, no problem.

She won't be afraid of Nanrong Huai'an either. They agreed at the beginning and made an agreement.

Servants worry about Feng Sufei, who doesn't care.

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

This time, Feng Sufei politely knocked on the door.

Hearing the knock on the door, Nanrong Huai'an thought he was a servant and said lightly, "come in!"

When Feng Sufei came in, he saw Nan Rong Huai'an sitting on the chair beside the table.

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

Nanrong Huai'an is at the desk facing the computer. I don't know what I'm fighting.

He saw that it was Feng Sufei, and he looked slightly shocked. He said lightly, "come back?"

Feng Sufei nodded conditionally.

Somehow, she now has a strange feeling, as if Nanrong Huai'an is her real husband, waiting for her to go home.

After having this idea, Feng Sufei quickly throws away the idea in her mind.

"I'm back. What's the matter?"

Although Feng Sufei felt that the atmosphere was a little bit wrong, a little ambiguous and a little embarrassed, in short, she could not describe it.

So she made herself as cheerful as possible when she spoke, and dispelled some of the atmosphere that she shouldn't have.

Nan Rong Huai'an closes the computer, then looks at Feng Sufei deeply and says, "come here!"

Feng Sufei listened to the soft voice of Nanrong Huai'an, and didn't know what he meant.

In the past?

Although she hesitated a little, she walked to him step by step according to the words of Nanrong Huai'an.

"Sit down!"

"Oh!"

Feng Sufei feels like a primary school student. Nanrong Huai'an is a teacher.

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

Oh, why is she all these strange ideas.

Feng Sufei shook her head hard.

Nanrong Huai'an's eyes are always on Feng Sufei, looking at her look, and asking, "what are you thinking? How do you shake your head?"

"No, it's just strange. How are you in my room today? If you have anything to say, I'll listen. Are you preparing for the state banquet? What else can I remember?"

Nan Rong Huai'an's eyes flashed. He didn't speak, but reached for Feng Sufei's hand.

Feng Sufei wants to shrink her hand back, but Nanrong Huai'an has a lot of strength. She seems to hold her hand lightly, but in fact it is very tight, which makes her unable to break away.

"Hands There's nothing beautiful about the hands. "

Nanrong Huai'an looked at Feng Sufei's injured hand and sighed, "I'm always so careless. I don't know how to bandage her skin in time."

Feng Sufei's mouth is open, she doesn't want to be like this, but as Feng Sufei, her body is still too delicate. If she uses a little force, her skin will break easily.

Besides, she stayed with Fang Xiaoxiao all day today to teach her how to practice martial arts. It's hard to avoid overexertion.