The Emperor's Young Master has turned black again

Chapter 541
Nanrong Huai'an said softly: "I have already sent a signal with my mobile phone, my shadow guard will come overnight, you don't have to worry."

Feng Sufei was very tired, she shook her head to wake up, and then walked towards the room.

Walking all the way, Feng Sufei felt a little cold all over her body.

She found that she was fighting alone and bearing the hatred from the beginning to the end.

Her heart is very cold and lonely, even if she is hurt, she is still alone, she dare not rely on others, and there is no one to rely on.

This feeling is really desolate.

Even though Feng Sufei straightened her back and tried her best to look indestructible, her back was still so bleak.

Nanrong Huai'an sat on the chair, looking a little tired and weak, but still looked in Feng Sufei's direction.

When he was assassinated by an assassin just now, he was taking a medicinal bath. The medicinal bath prepared by Master Zhishan must not be interrupted, and there must be no problems.

He originally thought that if the two shadow guards really couldn't stop him, he couldn't heal his legs, so he could only come out and do it himself.

At that time, Master Zhishan kept telling him, "Huai'an, you have to calm down, think about your responsibilities, be calm, I can block it later, you just hold on, as long as there is another half an hour."

Unexpectedly, it was his wife who appeared to guard the pharmacy.

Tonight, she shocked him too much.

He never thought that she would have such a good skill, and her use of weapons is first-class, or has already surpassed the first-class level.

When the time came, he didn't have time to rest, so he couldn't wait to come out. He could only listen to the reports of the two shadow guards...

"Young master, you can't cool your body right now. You just took a medicinal bath and need to rest and recuperate."

Nanrong Huai'an waved his hand, "It's okay, let Master Zhishan show Sufei the injury."

Said, Nanrong Huai'an pressed the button, the chair started to move, and he also came to the room where Feng Sufei was.

Nan Rong Huai'an was outside the door, hesitating for a while, and then stretched out his hand for a trick.

"Dong dong..."

"Come in."

When Nanrong Huai'an walked in, Feng Sufei was bandaging the wound herself.

Feng Sufei found some wine, washed it with clean water, wiped it with wine, and found a few pieces of cloth to bandage herself.

In her bones, she is no longer used to relying on anyone, so she instinctively wants to deal with these wounds by herself.

But this scene touched and shocked Nanrong Huai'an.

Nanrong Huai'an has never seen a woman like Feng Sufei.

He was full of thoughts, looking at Feng Sufei, he couldn't help being slightly touched in his heart.

"let me help you."

Feng Sufei shook her head, "No, I can do it by myself, you look weak too, you should have a good rest after the medicinal bath, don't worry about me."

Feng Sufei's face was very cold, and her tone was also very cold, as if she was completely repulsed by others.

Nanrong Huai'an was silent for a while, Qingrun said: "Sufei, are you... angry?"

The corner of Feng Sufei's mouth twitched, and she asked back: "Why am I angry, why do you always think I'm angry?"

Feeling that her tone was not good, Feng Sufei said in a slow tone: "Don't think about it, I'm just tired."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door again. It was Master Zhishan who came. After taking Feng Sufei's pulse, he took out the medicine and a few pills from the medicine box, explained some things to pay attention to, and then left. Leave space for two people again.

Nanrong Huai'an watched Feng Sufei not moving, and said, "Sufei, this medicine needs to be applied to the wound."

"I'll do it myself."

Feng Sufei went to Nan Rong Huai'an to get the medicine, Nan Rong Huai'an did not let go, but grabbed Feng Sufei's hand, looked into her eyes seriously and said: "Sufei, tell me, why are you angry?"

(End of this chapter)