Chapter 900： Get upset?

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Feng Sufei's heart suddenly jumped, her face pale, she felt that she couldn't move, absolutely could not move.

How can illusions appear in front of me!

In order to make the illusion disappear, Feng Sufei slaps her hands over it.

"Pop!" A loud voice sounded so abruptly in the room.

Suddenly broke all the light and shadow.

Feng Sufei heard the voice, and then looked at the palm prints on Nan Rong Huaian's face, her face turned whiter.

She seemed to have done something extraordinary, she seemed to beat Nan Rong Huai An.

Feng Sufei understood afterwards that it was not an illusion or a phantom. It could not be thrown away with her hands, but was real. In front of her was Nanrong Huaian.

And she was in the arms of Nan Rong Huai'an, and she was so tight and tight when she woke up.

Feng Sufei wanted to die.

Can she find a burrow first?

Nan Rong Huai'an also did not expect that Feng Sufei opened her eyes with a slap.

Nan Rong Huai'an's eyes had a dazzling light, watching Feng Sufei deeply.

Feng Sufei reached out and covered her face. "That ... that ... I ... I got up very angry, and when I woke up, I stared, but didn't see you ..."

Feng Sufei thought for a long time before thinking of such a crappy reason.

She can't say what she really thinks inside!

Feng Sufei didn't notice that she was leaning on her arms in Nanrong Huaian even when she was covering her face.

Nan Rong Huaian looked down at the person in his arms, watching Feng Sufei hate that he could not bury the whole person in his arms, and finally smiled helplessly.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch Sufi's hair. "Fool, it's all right, enough sleep?"

Hearing such a soft voice, Feng Sufei once thought that she was hallucinating and heard it wrong.

She slaps Nan Rong Huai An. He is not angry, and comforts her with such a gentle voice?

This ... this person is really Nanrong Huaian?

Feng Sufei carefully looked up at Nanrong Huaian, and found that Nanrong Huaian's eyes were soft and her face was also very good. It was just like Xunxianxiafan. She was elegant and moving, not angry, and not serious.

Nan Rong Huaian looked at Feng Sufei and blinked his eyes, and asked, "So scared of me being angry?"

"Because you are a big boss, take care of my food and accommodation. Of course, I am afraid you will be angry. What if you get rid of me when you are angry?"

Feng Sufei deliberately joked and lowered her posture to adjust the atmosphere.

But Nan Rong Huaian said with a condensed expression: "No."

The two words indicate Nan Rong Huaian's attitude.

Feng Sufei still didn't quite understand, she set her mind and said, "Externally, am I just representing the Nan Rong family?"

"Well, you are the young grandmother and hostess of the Nan Rong family."

"I can do what I want at the state banquet, don't I?"

Nan Rong Huai'an was looked at by Feng Sufei with such innocent and clear eyes, and she was still holding her, so close that her heart was softened.

"Well, just to protect yourself."

With the words of South Rong Huaian, Feng Sufei was relieved.

Feng Sufei looked back at herself while she was still in the arms of Nanrong Huai'an, her mouth twitched, and she quickly let go of her hand, then rolled, and rolled from the arms of Nanrong Huai'an to the bed.

Then she turned over and got out of bed. "Well, I'll go to the bathroom."

Feng Sufei hurriedly entered the bathroom before leaning against the wall and breathing deeply.