Feng Sufei's head is very painful and dizzy. When she falls asleep, she feels very tired.
When she was confused, she felt someone calling her and calling her name.
The voice is so gentle, so pleasant, so that her heart can be inexplicably calm down.
It seems that listening to this sound, fatigue can dissipate a lot.
It's a very gentle voice, confused, she thinks, it's her favorite voice.
Nanrong Huai'an gently smoothes the brow of Sufei with her hands, "Sufei, Sufei..."
Nanrong Huai'an has a good temper, patiently calling Feng Sufei's name.
The servants nearby all felt shocked. The voice of Shao Zhu was so gentle and patient. They called the name of Shao grandma repeatedly.
It's easy to hear.
Those people out there don't know anything, and they choreograph little grandma.
Little Lord cares about little grandma so much. Those people don't know it.
Nanrong Huai'an let servants and doctors go down. He took care of Feng Sufei alone in the room.
Feng Sufi really wanted to sleep, but the voice kept shouting.
She could only slowly open her eyes. When she saw Nanrong Huai'an, Feng Sufei was still a little lost.
I don't understand how I saw him when I opened my eyes.
"South Rong Huai'an!" cried Feng Sufei subconsciously
Subconscious call, so alienated, with a cold breath.
Because during the day, Feng Sufei has done a lot of psychological work for herself, so she now subconsciously removes Nan Rong Huai'an from her mind. Subconsciously, she only treats him as a cooperative person, not a close one.
Nanrong Huai'an listened to the address, his face moved and his body stiffened.
But Nanrong Huai'an's emotional control has always been strong, and he continued gently: "wake up?"
Feng Sufei looks around and rubs her head. "I This is... "
"Do you have any pain in your head? You can't sleep well until you drink some sobering soup."
Feng Sufei looks at Nanrong Huai'an, then looks around, and wakes up.
"You Aren't you at the party? "
"At the end of the party, you hurt your foot. Why don't you say that?"
When Feng Sufei heard such a question, she looked at Nanrong Huai'an and his eyes, which seemed to flash with worry.
Feng Sufei laughs at herself. If it was before, she might have believed such worried eyes.
But now she doesn't believe it, not at all.
She smiled softly and said, "it's OK. It's just a little hurt. It's not surprising."
I don't know why, listen to Feng Sufei so indifferent words, Nan Rong Huai'an very angry, he tightly grasped Feng Sufei's shoulder, "how can you so do not cherish yourself."
Feng Sufei looked at Nanrong Huai'an doubtfully. "Huai'an, it's my foot, not yours."
Once again, Nanrong Huai'an felt a headache caused by such a sentence.
But I don't know why, he looked at Feng Sufei's bleak and lonely eyes, and suddenly all the anger subsided.
He sighed and said, "take care of yourself. Don't look like this."
"It's OK. A sore foot is a minor injury."
For Feng Sufei, it's really a minor injury.
At the beginning, when she was queen, when she died, she really shed a lot of blood, which was the real pain.
And watching all subordinates sacrifice to protect her, the pain in their hearts can not be described at all.
Foot swelling is nothing!