Chapter 1523： Be sincere

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When Nan Rong Huai An talked, she looked at Feng Sufei intently, and the distress in her eyes was so obvious.

Although he desperately wanted Feng Sufei to forgive him, he desperately wanted to explain.

But even so, he also regarded Feng Sufei's body as the most important.

Just now he felt cold in her body and his heart was choked.

He couldn't stand the slightest discomfort of Feng Sufei. Seeing her thin, he felt bad.

Feng Sufei heard Nan Rong Huaian's words, her heart throbbed fiercely for a moment, and her cold heart seemed to have a hint of warmth at once.

Nan Rong Huaian is always like this, he can always use that tenderness to warm the heart, so that your uncontrollable heartbeat.

In fact, sometimes she was thinking, how did she fall in love with Nan Rong Huai An and how deeply she loved it?

She doesn't know it herself, maybe this man is so charming, he can penetrate into your heart in the most subtle places and let you unknowingly fall into that tenderness.

She couldn't resist his tenderness and care.

Let her have a long-lost feeling of palpitations.

This man is poisonous, as long as he is in front of him, as long as he is gentle to her, she can't resist, let alone mind.

Feng Sufei wanted to escape, she was afraid that she could no longer control her heart.

But she wanted to hear Nan Rong Huaian's explanation.

Feng Sufei thinks she is an extremely contradictory person.

Nan Rong Huai'an is always like this. His tenderness, his care, and his carefulness make her unable to tremble.

Feng Sufei took a deep breath, forcing back the hot tears in her eyes.

Feng Sufei said lightly: "I'm not cold and I'm not hungry."

Nan Rong Huaian sighed, walked to Feng Sufei, and put a cup of tea in her palm. "Don't be so stubborn, you are too tired."

A sentence was too tired, so that Feng Sufei's heart was sour again.

"If you're talking about it, don't say it."

When Nan Rong Huai'an heard Feng Sufei's words, he looked hurt.

"Sophie, you are my lover, how could I not say that, whatever."

Feng Sufei felt that her patience was running out. She looked up at Nan Rong Huai An and could not help but refute: "So what about Zi Wan Xun? Nan Rong Huai An, do you still want me to believe you? Believe what you say? Love, oh, I think they are just collaborators, no, now you are the master of Nan Rong, I am the queen. "

When she said this, Feng Sufei was indifferent, and her lips were bitterly curved.

But Nan Rong Huai'an looked so embarrassing that she couldn't help getting angry.

Nan Rong Huai An is gentle, but sometimes, his tenderness and indifference make her feel his sincerity and make her feel uncomfortable.

Is it so difficult for her to listen to his heart?

Nan Rong Huaian listened to Feng Sufei's words, and his heart stung.

Even so, he still said softly: "Su Fei, you drink some water first, you see your throat is a little dry."

Nan Rong Huai'an is like this. When he is gentle with you and you have a good temper, you can't get angry.

Feng Sufei felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable. Nanrong Huaian didn't know what she wanted.

The tears in Feng Sufei's eyes were dripping.

Nan Rong Huai'an controlled himself, but still couldn't help, and wiped the tears from the corner of the eye to Feng Sufei.

"No crying."

Feng Sufei was annoyed to push Nanrong Huaian, but Nanrong Huaian took her hand, "Don't be angry, it's bad for you."