Young Master Jun’s 100 Techniques to Spoil His Wife

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Feng Sufei looked at Nan Rong Huai'an, and couldn't help but have a fever in her head.

Nan Rong Huai An didn't think about other aspects, as if the behavior just now was the most natural thing.

He ate elegantly, looked up inadvertently, and looked at Feng Sufei's flushed complexion, and he frowned slightly.

Nan Rong Huai An thought that Feng Sufei's injuries before, coupled with the rush she had run this morning, made her sweat.

He was a little worried and reached out to touch Feng Sufei's forehead. "Did you catch a cold? Is there a fever?"

Feng Sufei instinctively avoided Nan Rong Huaian's approach, but was settled by Nan Rong Huaian's other hand. "Don't move, you may have a fever."

Nan Rong Huai'an felt a little hot when he touched Sufi's head, and he frowned, "You have a fever."

Feng Sufei touched her face and touched her forehead. "Is it hot? Why didn't I feel it?"

Nan Rong Huai An touched Su Feng's palm again, "You touch the palm of your hand, it's all hot."

Feng Sufei herself didn't feel it, but when she touched the palm of Nan Rong Huai'an, she could feel her temperature was hot.

Feng Sufei looked at Nan Rong Huaian's frown, shook her head, and said, "It doesn't matter if you have a fever, it doesn't matter."

Nan Rong Huaian's eyes locked Feng Sufei's eyes deeply. "It doesn't matter, you don't take your body seriously, you really don't take care of yourself."

When speaking the last sentence, Nan Rong Huaian's tone sighed helplessly.

Feng Sufei froze, he ... he cares for himself?

After having this idea, Feng Sufei hurriedly shook her head. How could she not be affectionate and not worry about these emotions.

After Feng Sufei settled down, her heart returned to calm and no more waves.

Nan Rong Huai An immediately called to arrange for someone to prepare to go down the mountain.

After hanging up the phone, Nan Rong Huaian said to Feng Sufei: "I wanted to take you to live here for a few days so that you can heal your injuries, but now you have a fever, we can only go down the mountain.

Feng Sufei nodded. "In fact, it is really suitable for physical training. If there are no assassins, it will make people comfortable."

"Well, if you like, we will come here again."

Feng Sufei shook her head. "This is not for me."

It's very cozy here, it's easy to smooth people's heart and passion, and she doesn't allow herself to forget the hatred, it is better to go down the mountain.

Talking hard, Feng Sufei fainted.

"Sophie, Sophie ..."

Nan Rong Huai'an held Feng Sufei and patted her face gently, but she still didn't wake up.

South Rong Huaian can only let the shadow guard appear in secret, and quickly go down the mountain with Feng Sufei.

...

After Feng Sufei fainted, her soul seemed to drift away from her body, as if she had returned to her former queen.

Back to when grandma was leaving.

"Grandma, don't leave, don't leave Yaner."

"Yaner, if you remember grandma's words, you can go to Ai Si deeply, but do not trust him all, you must not trust all of you, do not tell him the secrets of the royal family and what you learned.

"Grandma, why?"

"Don't ask why, listen to your grandmother. If you think about it, those few best people are unwilling to marry you. Why would he take the initiative to love you? If one person attracts another, if it is not its own charm, it is the identity and Background, what do you think? "

"Grandma, I ... he said he likes me, and said that pure girls like me are gone, and grandma, someone loves me so much, I cherish those who don't love me, and I won't like them . "