Young Master Jun’s 100 Techniques to Spoil His Wife

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Nan Rong Huai An said quietly: "I have sent a signal with my mobile phone, my Shadow Guard will come overnight, you don't need to worry."

Feng Sufei was exhausted, shook her head and sobered, and then headed for the room.

Along the way, Feng Sufei felt a little cold all over her body.

She found that she was fighting alone from end to end, and that she was bearing hatred.

Her heart was cold and lonely. Even if she was injured, she was alone, and she dared not rely on others, and no one could rely on it.

This feeling is really desolate.

Even though Feng Sufei had a straight back and tried to make herself look indestructible, her back was still so cold.

Nan Rong Huaian sat in a chair, looking a little tired and weak, but still looking at Feng Sufei's direction.

When he was just assassinated, he was in a medicated bath. This medicated bath prepared by Master Zhishan must not be interrupted and there must be no problems.

He was thinking that if the two shadow guards really couldn't stop him, he couldn't cure the legs, so he could only come out and do it himself.

At that time, Master Zhishan kept telling him, "Huai'an, you need to be calm, think about your responsibilities, be calm, and I can stand in the way. You can hold on, as long as there is another half an hour."

But he did not expect that his wife appeared to guard the pharmacy.

Tonight, she was shocked by him too much.

He never thought that she would have such a good skill, and shooting with guns was first-rate, or that she had already surpassed first-rate.

When the time is up, he can't wait to rest, he can't wait to come out, and can only listen to the reports of the two shadow guards ...

"Young Master, your body can't cool off right now. You have just taken a bath and need to rest and rest."

Nan Rong Huai An waved his hand. "Anyway, let Master Zhishan go and show Su Fei the injury."

Talking, Nan Rong Huaian pressed the button, the chair began to move, and he also came to the room where Feng Sufei was.

Nan Rong Huaian was outside the door, hesitated for a while, then reached out his hand gently.

"Hmm ..."

"Come in."

When South Rong Huaian walked in, Feng Sufei was bandaging her own wound.

Feng Sufei found some wine, washed it with water, wiped it with wine, and found a few cloths to bandage herself.

She is no longer accustomed to relying on anyone in her bones, so she instinctively thought of dealing with these wounds.

However, this scene has some impact and impact on Nanrong Huaian.

Nan Rong Huaian has never seen a woman like Feng Sufei.

He had a lot of thoughts and looked at Feng Sufei, but couldn't help but feel a little touch in his heart.

"let me help you."

Feng Sufei shook her head. "No, I can do it myself. You also look weak. You should take a good rest after the medicated bath. You don't need to worry about me."

Feng Sufei's face was very cold and her tone was very cold. She was totally unreliable.

Nan Rong Huai'an was silent for a while, Qingrun said, "Su Fei, are you ... angry?"

Feng Sufei moved her mouth and asked, "Why am I angry, why do you always think I am angry?"

Feeling that she had a bad tone, Feng Sufei slowed her tone: "Don't think about it, I'm just tired."

At this moment, the knocking of the door sounded again. It was Master Zhishan who came and took Feng Sufei's pulse. He took out the smear and a few pills from the medicine box, explained some attention, and then left. Leave space for two people again.

Nan Rong Huaian looked at Feng Sufei and said, "Sufei, this medicine needs to be applied to the wound."

"I'll do it myself."

Feng Sufei went to Nanrong Huaian to get her medicine. Nanrong Huaian didn't let go. Instead, she grasped Feng Sufei's hand and looked at her eyes seriously. "Sufei, tell me, why are you angry?"