Feng Sufei has been silent, has not been talking, suddenly jumped out of such a word, South Huaian suddenly stunned.

His hands were stiff with the hair dryer.

In fact, Feng Sufei said that he regretted it.

Why does she ask these questions? Don't everyone have some past feelings and stories?

Even she had a good time with the company, and had a good time with the company.

Don't we allow Huaian to be nice to others?

Feng Sufei doesn't mind these things. What she cares about is what happened when Nan Rong Huai'an was with her.

When Nan Rong Huai'an is with her, he shouldn't cheat her, and he shouldn't have any emotional entanglement with the former people.

Nanrong Huai'an used to be with ziwanxun. She knew that she was better than ziwanxun before.

She also told herself not to be moved, but Nanrong Huai'an was really poisonous. He used his gentleness and care to let her fall into love a little bit.

But since he was with her, he shouldn't have read ziwanxun.

Perhaps at the time of the state banquet, the two were only partners.

But even if he was a collaborator at that time, he should not cover up ziwanxun and cheat her.

Feng Sufei thought about this, and her eyes were sharp.

However, she quickly smiled and took the hair dryer from Nanrong Huai'an's hand. "Oh, I'm joking with you. I'll blow it for a while."

Feng Sufi took the hair dryer and went to one side of the sofa, sat down, plugged in the plug, and began to blow his hair.

Her hair drifted across her cheek, covering her face and eyes, so that no one could see her expression at all.

Nanrong Huai'an has come back to his mind and realized that there might be something wrong between him and Feng Sufei. Otherwise, Feng Sufei would not suddenly say such a sentence.

And at this time, Nanrong Huai'an remembered. One night, Feng Sufei asked him a few questions.

That night, Feng Sufei's face was also very wrong.

Does she mind ziwanxun?

Nanrong Huai'an seems to understand something.

He walked quietly to the sofa and sat down beside Feng Sufei. "Sufei, do you mind my previous business?"

"No."

Nanrong Huai'an listened to Feng Sufei's hard words and sighed: "Sufei, my former fiancee is actually ziwanxun. I can't erase that part of the past, and I can't tell you that there is nothing between me and ziwanxun, but that's all in the past. Now my side is you, my wife is you, and Nanrong family's little grandma is you."

After a pause, Nan Rong Huai'an looked at Feng Sufi and sighed deeply: "Sufi, what do you say in your heart? If you don't say it, I don't know what you think. How can I explain it to you?"

Feng Sufei listened to Nanrong Huai'an's words, listened to his voice, and felt that he seemed to be so helpless, as if he was so tolerant to her.

It made her think that she was making trouble.

Feng Sufei stops blowing her hair. She puts down her hair dryer, straightens her hair in the back, looks at Nanrong Huai'an and stares at his eyes. "Nanrong Huai'an, do you dare to say that you didn't deceive me?"

Nanrong Huai'an's face moved. He took Feng Sufei's wrist and his eyes were hurt. He whispered, "Sufei, do you think I lied to you? I didn't cheat you. If I could, I wouldn't tell you that. "