Feng Sufei knows clearly that this kind of South Rong Huai'an is very good.
You can't get angry even if you are angry with him.
Even if it's a tantrum, it's her own nonsense.
But Feng Sufei is a woman. The woman's mind is complex and simple. She just hopes that the person she loves can treat her with one heart, take good care of her and hurt her.
There is no other woman involved.
He had women before, and that was before, when she didn't show up in his world, and she couldn't control those.
But as long as he is with her, she will not allow him to have other ideas.
She had read a novel before, saying that the female master wanted to kill, the male master handed the knife, and all supported his love unconditionally.
Although that statement is a bit exaggerated for modern society, she also hopes that what she does, Nanrong Huai'an can support unconditionally, do not refute.
By the way, it seems that Nanrong Huai'an also supports many of her decisions.
For example, she proposed that all major family alliances should be unified when dealing with the division and family. Nanrong Huai'an was very supportive and had no objection from the beginning to the end.
She needs any support from any strength, any contact, and Nanrong Huai'an.
But why is Huaian not like this when it comes to ziwanxun?
Feng Sufi closed his eyes. After the bottle was finished, Feng Sufi seriously said to Huaian, "Huai'an, I didn't put my breath with you. You don't know what the problem is between us."
"Sophie, what's the matter between us? You can say it."
Feng Sufei thought of yesterday's discussion and shook his head. "Say it, you won't understand, you won't understand, but one day, you will know."
Nanrong Huai'an frowned, "Sophie, you make me worried. Do you know? Don't look like that. "
With that, Nanrong Huai'an was very empty in his heart. He felt very flustered. He couldn't help but reach out and hold Feng Sufei in his arms.
Feng Sufei didn't run away at this moment, nor did she.
Let her stay in this arms for a little longer.
"Sophie, will you say that?"
Feng Sufei's mouth draws up a treacherous arc, and a dangerous light flashes across his eyes. "Huai'an, if a person ever assassinated you several times, would you also want to find a way to kill her?"
Nanrong Huai'an listened to the profound words. His mind moved. He could not help thinking of what Feng Sufei said yesterday.
He knew that Feng Sufei didn't speak for nothing at this time.
Purple Wanxun?
It's really ziwanxun that kills fengsufei.
He remembered that once when Feng Sufei came back at night, her face was not good. At that time, she seemed to have a faint smell of blood, but when he returned to the room, the smell was gone.
He thought he felt wrong.
Nan Rong Huai'an's face sank. She pulled Feng Sufei out of her arms and looked down at her face. "Sufei, have you ever been assassinated in Biancheng?"
Feng Sufei looks at Nanrong Huai'an nervously and stares at his eyebrows and says: "Huai'an, ziwanxun wants to kill me. Don't you say I'm your wife? Can you kill him for me? "
When Feng Sufei said this, his tone was a bit erratic, as if he was joking.
But Nanrong Huai'an knows that she is not joking.
For a while, Nanrong Huai'an felt that his emotions had been impacted, and he could not think for a while.