Through the rain curtain, Feng Sufei squints at Nanrong Huai'an.

In fact, I didn't see Nanrong Huai'an in one day, but Feng Sufei felt like she was separated from the rest of the world, as if she hadn't seen Nanrong Huai'an for a long time.

At this time, Nanrong Huai'an is standing by the car, dripping water on his body, which has a kind of temptation to wet his body.

He is a beautiful woman, gorgeous, beautiful as a dream, as jade as lotus, with the charming soul.

Now drips the water from the hair, the vision is quiet, is the charming mind God.

Feng Sufei is fascinated by this kind of Nanrong Huai'an, but she is still calm.

She didn't let her heart stir a little.

But when Feng Sufei came to Nan Rong Huai'an with an umbrella, his heart was palpitating.

Nanrong Huai'an was relieved at the moment when she saw that Feng Sufei was in good condition.

He wanted to reach for Feng Sufei, but found that he was all wet. He could only resist the feeling of holding.

Nanrong Huai'an reaches out to touch Feng Sufei's face, and worries that her hand will be wet to make her face cool.

If it was before, fengsufei would hold Nanrong Huai'an and lean on him without hesitation, no matter whether there was water or not.

But at this time, she didn't have the idea, no feeling to embrace.

When Nanrong Huai'an looks at fengsufei, the light under his eyes is so deep, with whirlpool, he has to swallow all fengsufei.

At this moment, if he was not soaked, he would hate to hold Feng Sufei fiercely, and have a feeling to hold him in his body.

At this moment, Nanrong Huai'an found that he was so fond of Sophie.

But his throat moved, and he could not say anything to the calm eyes of the superior.

He just thought he didn't hear clearly on the phone. He thought Sophie was different.

But at this moment, when we really saw Feng Sufei, Nanrong Huai'an realized that the change of Feng Sufei, whether it was the look or the look in his eyes. Such a calm, as if looking at strangers.

Nanrong Huai'an's heart tingled with pain.

This kind of pain spreads out from the heart uncontrollably, which makes Nanrong Huai'an stiff all over.

"Sophie..."

Feng Sufei just nodded softly, "well, I'm fine, let's go back!"

With that, he drove the back door, closed his umbrella, and sat in.

Nanrong Huai'an only felt a lump of breath stuck in his throat and hurt. He stood in the same place. After a while, he sat in the car.

Along the way, Nanrong Huai'an wanted to talk with Feng Sufei, but after getting on the bus, Feng Sufei leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

I don't know if I'm still sleeping, and Nan Rong Huai'an can't bear to disturb her.

He can only bear all emotions, bear to miss, sitting silently in the car.

But this meeting, can see the wind Sufei is nearby, can feel her breath, the heart which the South Rong Huai'an carries is also realized.

He took out the paper, wiped the water off his hand, and gently grasped Feng Sufei's hand.

He wanted to hold it hard, but he didn't dare to, for fear of waking up Feng Sufei.

Nanrong Huai'an can feel the change of fengsufei at this time. His heart is uneasy, so he carefully approaches her and holds her hand.

Feng Sufei didn't fall asleep. She closed her eyes on purpose, because she didn't know how to face Nanrong Huai'an, how to question and how to bring her inner emotions to him.