Nanrong Huai'an turned from his chair and handed the document he was looking at to Feng Sufei. Qingrun said, "this is the list of all the important participants of the state banquet I told you about. Take a look!"

Feng Sufei's eyes brightened, which was really useful to her.

Feng Sufei walked up to take the document and was about to turn around to leave, but he smelled the faint smell of blood.

She pursed her lips, hesitated, and said, "are you hurt?"

This meeting, she only seriously noticed that the tired eyebrows and eyes and sad eyes of Nanrong Huai'an seemed to hide too much pain.

Such eyes make Feng Sufei's heart jump.

Nan Rong Huai'an gently pinched his eyebrows and said, "it doesn't matter. It's just a small wound."

Feng Sufei couldn't help but walk a few steps towards Nanrong Huai'an to see what happened to him?

"You go back first!" said Nan Rong Huai'an lightly

He seems to be refusing Feng Sufei's exploration and approach.

Feng Sufei steps down, eyes dim, nothing more, turn around and stride away.

When she opened the door and walked out of the study, she was just about to close the door. It seemed that she heard the faint murmur inside, as if she was suffering from great pain.

Feng Sufei's hand holding the door handle is stiff. She holds the door handle very hard and wants to close the door like this.

But her heart was still involuntarily, out of the control of reason, and she reopened the door.

Feng Sufei quickly walked to Nanrong Huai'an, and no matter what his appearance or attitude, she quickly pulled off his clothes and saw the bandage on his chest and the bloodstain.

Feng Sufei's face changed. "You Why did you suffer such a serious knife injury? "

Because of the pain, Nanrong Huai'an's eyebrows were twisted. He thought Feng Sufei had gone, but he didn't expect her to turn around and see his injury.

"Who let you near!"

The voice of Nanrong Huai'an is as clear and pleasant as ever, but this sentence brings cold alienation.

Feng Sufei was hurt by the stabbing, and she said politely: "today you also stressed that we are husband and wife. Although you said that we are married by agreement, if you don't have it, you are not responsible for me. Your injury is also related to me. You don't cherish yourself and don't let people know. Is it because you don't want to let you know who hurt you?"

Hearing the sudden words of Feng Sufei, Nan Rong Huai'an's eyes were dark and quiet, covering all his emotions like fog.

Feng Sufei didn't care what Nanrong Huai'an thought either, and said directly: "the knife wound in your position is almost fatal. I don't know who wants to kill you like this. Aren't you Nanrong Huai'an? How can someone hurt you like this? You are irresponsible to Nanrong family. You must have someone bandage you well as soon as possible... "

Feng Sufei doesn't know how he said so many words at once. It seems that when he saw the injury of Nanrong Huai'an, he could not help but say them.

Saying that, Feng Sufei gets up and wants to find a housekeeper to treat Nanrong Huai'an with medicine again.

Nanrong Huai'an takes Feng Sufei's hand and holds it very hard.

Feng Sufei can feel this moment. The temperature on his hand is held by such a long and moving hand. The temperature can reach the heart through the palm of his hand, which seems to have a momentary touch.

Feng Sufei turns her head and looks at Huaian in the south.

Nan Rong Huai'an frowned and sighed, "Sophie, don't tell anyone."