The Emperor's Young Master has turned black again

Chapter 422 Are You Injured?

Nanrong Huai'an turned around from the chair, handed the document he was reading to Feng Sufei, Qingrun said: "This is the list of all the important participants of the state banquet I told you, take it and have a look Bar!"

Feng Sufei's eyes lit up, this is indeed useful to her.

Feng Sufei stepped forward to hold the document unceremoniously, and was about to turn around and leave, but she smelled a faint smell of blood.

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

Only now did she seriously notice that Nanrong Huai'an's tired eyebrows and sad eyes seemed to hide too much pain.

Such eyes made Feng Sufei's heart skip a beat.

Nanrong Huai'an pinched the center of his eyebrows lightly, and said calmly: "It's okay, it's just a minor injury."

Feng Sufei couldn't help but walked a few steps towards Nanrong Huai'an, wanting to see what happened to him?
Nanrong Huai'an said lightly: "You go back first!"

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

Feng Sufei paused her steps, her eyes dimmed, she didn't say anything, she turned her head and strode away.

Opening the door and walking out of the study, she was about to close the door when she seemed to hear a muffled muffled sound from inside, as if she was enduring great pain.

Feng Sufei's hand holding the doorknob stiffened for a moment, and she held the doorknob very hard to close the door like this.

But her heart was still involuntary, not under the control of reason, and she opened the door again.

Feng Sufei quickly walked in front of Nanrong Huai'an, regardless of his expression or attitude, she quickly pulled off his clothes, and saw the bandages and red blood on his chest.

Feng Sufei's face changed drastically, "You...how did you get such a serious stab wound?"

Nanrong Huai'an frowned because of the pain. He thought Feng Sufei had left, but he didn't expect her to turn around and see his injuries.

"Who let you get close!"

Nanrong Huai'an's voice was as clear and pleasant as ever, but this sentence carried a cold sense of alienation.

Feng Sufei felt a little uncomfortable being stabbed, and she said unceremoniously: "You still emphasized today that we are husband and wife. Although you said that we were married by agreement, if you just disappear, you will be irresponsible to me. You Your injury is also related to me, if you don't cherish yourself and don't let others know, is it because you don't want you to know who hurt you?"

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

Feng Sufei didn't care what Nanrong Huai'an thought, and said directly: "The knife wound in your position is almost fatal, and I don't know who wants to kill you so much. Aren't you Nanrong Huai'an? Hurt you like this, you are irresponsible to yourself and the Nanrong family, you must hurry up and get someone to give you a good bandage..."

Feng Sufei didn't know why she said so many things all at once, it seemed that when she saw Nan Rong Huai'an's injury, she couldn't help but uttered these words.

With that said, Feng Sufei got up and wanted to find the housekeeper, looking for someone to re-medicate Nanrong Huai'an for treatment.

Nan Rong Huai'an grabbed Feng Sufei's hand and held it very hard.

Feng Sufei could feel this moment, the temperature on her hand, being held by such a slender and moving hand, the temperature could be transmitted from the palm to the apex of the heart, as if there was a momentary touch.

Feng Sufei turned her head and looked at Nanrong Huai'an in confusion.

Nanrong Huai'an frowned and sighed softly: "Sufei, don't tell anyone."

(End of this chapter)